Outsiders Imagines And Preferances

A loss

Fandom is being part of a family. I see Fandom as a way for me to excape from things, and come see my family. Family that I have never met and most likely never will, but still a family at that. This imagine is dedicated to my grandmother, who recently passed away, I coped better because of being a part of this family. Enjoy. 😊❤

The church was small, I think Methodist. It was right off the river and made completely of brick. We parked the car in the parking lot out back and let our selves in through the large wooden doors into a short tile hallway. Coat racks lined the walls and so did pictures of flowers. We all took off our long dress coats and set up the picture boards on stands.
Every picture had her in it, my grandmother, a free spirit who absolutely refused to take crap from anyone. She was sweet, caring, funny and someone you could relate to. Talk to. We were close, really close, I told her many secrets that she swore not to tell, she kept that promise, all the way to the grave. My family was silent as we continued into the church. There were only about 10 rows of pue's, each accompanied by a bible and hym book. There was an extra set of steps that lead to a loft for Sunday school. The walls there were painted with children's handprints and a mural of many animals. I watched over the railing of the loft as people started to come in. Blankly they looked up to me and nodded, I nodded back.
Most of the people I had never met, so many of them came from out of state just for this.
"Are those friends of yours coming?" My dad's voice came from behind me as I still stared out towards the front of the room where flowers and pictures were stroon umongst the steps.
"What happened to 'delinquents'?" I asked.
"Today they are friends, today we are all friends."
"They'll be here." I looked down at my hands laying on the railing. My father's footsteps grew farther away, I could tell he was walking back down the stairs. Not long after my mom came up to see me.
"Your taking this a lot better than we expected." She whispered in my ear.
"Mmm."
"You don't have to be the soldier, let us do that." Her hand rested on my shoulder.
"Ok." My voice hitched.
Again her footsteps grew distant. They would be here. They promised. The Curtis brothers seemed a little uneasy about the thought of another funeral at first but Two talked them into going with him Steve, Dally and Johnny. 
I hadn't cries all day, maybe I was dried out. All the crying was the other night. Today was just emptiness, complete and udder confusion and blankness.
All the seats were full, some people stood against the walls in the back of the room. The priest said a few words then my dad did. He couldn't finish. My Grandfather also spoke. That's what got me. I couldn't breathe. Every breath was like a gallon of water filling my lungs. Like I was being to loud.
At the end mostly everyone had left, we were just packing up everything, I was admiring her picture, by my self. My friends hadn't come. I really thought they would, maybe a funeral isn't what they needed right then. Someone tapped my shoulder, I spun around to come face to face with a tall brunette, muscular and dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans.
"Hey. You alright?" Darry grabbed my upper arms and squeezed. His nostrils flared.
I nodded. "Yeah I'm fine." My voice cracked.
"Hey kid. It'll be alright." Dally landed a hand on my shoulder and patted. I just stood blankly turning back to her picture. We all stood in silence.
Finally for the first time all day I cried. I turned and grabbed Two-Bits  shirt in my fists and buried my face in it. Sobbing I muttered to him, "She's gone."
"I know. It's gonna be ok." He ribbed my back and allowed me to soak his shirt. The gang surrounded me in a hug and said a chorus of "It'll be ok." And "shhhh." It felt so much better for them to be there with me. They weren't delinquents, they were my family.

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