A gruesome week has gone by. With now less than a week left before school and Jack is burying his mom. Never have I ever pictured this to happen at his age. He hasn't been himself. I don't know if he ever will. I pull the black, lace dress over my head. I breathe out heavily trying to think of how I'm going to help Jack get through it. I, myself, haven't been very strong. She was a second mom to me. I mean she was my mother's best friend. I put on my black tights and threw on my black sneakers. Why was black the color chosen for death? I mean when you go to a funeral, you're expected to wear black or dark colors. Is that the way you want to spend the last minutes with someone? Wearing black to represent their lives. It's depressing. It's not necessary. It's sad. I pull the side of my hair back and clip it with a bobby pin. I take a final look at myself in the mirror and turn to Jesse.
"You look beautiful Christine." She says embracing me into a warm yet awkward hug. She used my full name. I hate that.
"You too Jess," I pull back giving her a sympathetic smile "You ready?"
"Yea." She sighed grabbing her bag off of the bed.
On the way to the church, I couldn't feel my finger tips. They were going numb. I bet this is how Jack's complete body feels. We pull into the church and I get light headed. I sit there staring off into space, feeling so utterly lost and confused.
The funeral begins and as I stand next to Jack, I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. This is actually happening.
The mass portion of the funeral is over and we head to the cemetery. Jack hasn't cried at all. He's just stayed silent, occasionally holding my hand. He's hurt. No matter how hard he thinks he isn't.
We head to the reception and there's a slide-show put together of his mom. He didn't mind it until a picture of his mom, Jack, and I. He lowered and shook his head, while turning to leave. I crept after him. I loose sight of him until I go outside, in the pouring rain, and see him staring off into space and crying.
"Jack." I breathe out.
I walk up and sit next to him. He places his head on my shoulder and cries. I let him cry and I grab his hand and start rubbing circles on it. This kid has been through rough things, and this by far, is the worst. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his for head. I don't want to say 'She's in a better place' or 'Everything will be ok', because she's not in a better place. If she was in a better place, it would be with her family. Not in the ground. All I wonder is why did this have to happen before senior year. His mom would've been at his graduation, smiling, clapping for her wonderful and talented son. But you learn in life that you can't always get what you want.
"Chris," Jack chokes out,"I love you."
"Jacky," the name I called him when we were younger," I love you too."
He looked up at me with a puffy, red face and bright blue eyes. I took his chin in my hands and place my lips, passionately onto his plump, red ones.
We break apart and I hold him. We sit like this for about an hour, in the pouring rain. The fact the I just kissed my best friend didn't bother me at all. I guess that's just how it is for us. Now after this, all we have to do is survive senior year.
Pretty short chapters but it's how I write sorry :/
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