He Was P(L)uke

17

"Check what I found." Ashton said sitting besides me at the dining room of my house. Within only a week, we had been eating food like true pigs, I got intoxicated, and my hand had wounded more than I expected. But the good thing was that I hadn't seen Luke in that whole week and I felt good. Real good. Ashton handed me a slip of paper with 'Kiera Maia Hood' written on the title. It was some sort of medical or hospital paper.

"What's this?" I asked confused. He pointed at another line that said 'Pregnancy Control, January 23, 2015'. "That's around 5 or 6 months ago." I commented. 

He nodded with suspicion on his face. "And she only told us that she was pregnant about less than a month ago, right?" He questioned, as I sipped my soda. I nodded slowly taking it all in. "She lied." Just in time, my father entered into the room with bloodshot eyes. Ashton quickly ran to him and asked what had happened.

"Jenna Keegan died." Do you remember that old woman who I always talk about? The devil. The one who laughs at everyone for their disgraces. Well that's Jenna Keegan. The old lady who had everyone on the verge of tears and hitting her. Both me and Ashton yelled, and jumped of happiness. I know, I know... I shouldn't be happy due to a woman's death... But she was Jenna Keegan. It was understandable.

"Why are you guys laughing?" Dad asked confused, passing the palm of his hand down his cheek to dry his tears. "Don't you know who she is?" Me and Ashton halted our movements, our laughter slowing down until nothing could be heard.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused. Dad took a breath and looked away.

"Jenna Keegan was your grandma."

-/-

"So, we are reunited here because someone" dad said turning around and glaring at the coffin to his left "decided it'd be good time to leave."

"Yeah it was already time." Michael yelled. I glared at him, Calum and Stacy hitting his head.

"I wanna thank all of you for coming." Dad said as he looked around. It was only me, Ashton, Calum, Stacy, Michael, Kiera, Kate, my mom, my dad, and Luke. Yeah Luke. The person I was dreading the most. "Yeah... Although we are counted people in this room, I wanna thank you all. You've been besides us and my daughter through tough and rough. Without you, I know she wouldn't be the same."

"Nor would we." Calum answered back. I turned to him with a smile as he hugged me.

"Doesn't apply for me." Kiera said. We all turned to her with a glare. "What. I don't know her enough."

"Yeah right." Dad said rolling his eyes. Mom dismissed everyone after a couple of minutes. I stayed there with Michael and Stacy, who was almost sitting on his lap. They began chatting about Stacy's past boyfriends (as a way for Michael to convince her that he wasn't as good enough as all those). I walked around the coffin for some moments staring at my grandma, my fucking horrible grandma. A woman who had laughed at me countless times, who had seen me puke at least one hundred and one times, and who made her dog bite me. She had done all that and I didn't knew she was my grandma. What I still laugh about is how I wished all the time for her death to arrive. Now who the fuck was going to laugh at me?

I looked at who was my supposed grandmother. I passed my hand through the glass that separated her swollen and ugly body to my beautiful face. It was then when I saw a slip of paper under her head. I turned to look at Michael and Stacy, who were having a deep conversation of what sounded like bananas and coconut. Not my business. I quickly tried to slip the glass from the coffin, but I couldn't l. So I tried to open it from the side. And to my luck, it was open. Michael asked me if I was okay, to which I just nodded and dismissed them. And I was now face to face with the devil. I quickly grabbed the piece of paper which was a sort of letter. I unfolded it.

Dear Charlie, I read. With quivering hands and fear that made my insides churn.

Surprise surprise! So I am your granny. You hate me, and I hate you so. This is mutual, we've discussed it. I just wanted to address you something. You've been receiving a lot of comments saying you're not good enough, or that you're boring. I just want you to know that I said that. I said all of that. I created all those rumors and I judged you from afar. You've come a long away. Probably farther away that I would wish for. But I always had an eye on you. My eyes watered up instantly. She had been the one who said that. She never was there. Who was she to speak?

You probably hate me more than before. Of course you do. I nodded laughing. Forgive me, then. I just wanted to build courage and a character. Now you've got it. Don't let it go. And yes you're Charlie. Boring Charlie, lonely Charlie, geeky Charlie, dumb Charlie, idiotic Charlie, hateful Charlie, and sad Charlie. You're also humble Charlie, friendly Charlie, talented Charlie, caring Charlie, patient Charlie, charming Charlie, sweet Charlie, and overall loving Charlie. That and more you are.

In the end, you're just Charlie. And that's all that matters.

Stay wonderful. Stay Charlie.

-Grandma Keegan

P.S: Check a doctor... You have stomach problems. Or love problems. And I know Luke is nice. But hey, get a life!