Just Your Classic Love Story (Sequel to Shy Girl Meets Bad Boy)

Just Your Classic Ch. 20

Authoress Note: Hey everyone it's been awhile! Sorry I haven't updated. A lot of things happened in my life but I'm back now and ready to write. I just really want to finish this story by the end of February so let's hope I can do it!! Well I hope you like the new chapter!!

Chapter Song:Part II by Paramore

ENJOY!! 

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Flipping the page of my textbook I scanned the book for the answer to the question for homework. I heard a knock at my bedroom door and looked to see Sam. He has been staying here which is totally fine.

"...Tomorrow, can you come with me to the funereal?" Sam stared at the floor.

Truthfully I didn't want to go since I already saw both my parents get buried and had enough of sad looking people. But this is for Sam, so I will go with him.

"Sure, what time do we need to be up?" I asked.

"9 A.M or so, it starts at 10...thanks for coming Mia." Sam looked up and a sad smile held his lips.

I pat the bed and Sam walked over and sat down. I leaned against him since I know that he wouldn't lean against me, he still tried with his tough guy act. Sam wrapped his arms around me and held tight. As relaxing as it was my dogs had to interrupt out little moment by jumping onto the bed and getting in our faces. 

"Ugh, hey!" I shouted as Papa pushed his nose into my face. I heard Sam chuckle softly at me.

"They are like children," Sam spoke up as he petted Mama.

"Tell me about it," I laughed.

My phone went off at 8:30 in the morning telling me to get up and start getting ready. I detached Sam from me and rolled out of bed. I headed to my closet and at the very back of my closet was a black long sleeve, knee length dress. It was the dress I wore for my parents funereal. I took it out and stared at it for awhile thinking about all the sadness of that day. Taking a deep breath I set it down on my dresser. 

I turned to Sam who was sleeping. He had to go back to his place to get ready. I wanted him to sleep more but we had to get ready now.

"Sam...time to get up." I spoke with a soft voice.

Sam started to stir awake, his emerald eyes slowly opened and he looked at me. He still looked tired, no amount of sleep will erase that at the moment. He sat up and grabbed his shirt from the floor.  

"I'll be back around 9:30," Sam practically whispered. He got up to get his pants since he slept only in his boxers. 

Sam kissed my forehead and left. I then started to get ready. I took my dogs out and ate a light breakfast. I changed into the dress and lightly did my make-up. Only foundation and mascara for today. I left my hair down since I had no clue if I should style it. I sat and waited with my dogs. 

There was a knock at the door which alerted my dogs. I had to push them aside as I opened the door. Sam stood there in black slacks, a black button up shirt and a very nice black knee length jacket.

"Ready?" He asked. 

I nodded my head and followed Sam out. We took his car, the drive was quiet which I wasn't surprised. Sam is probably thinking a million things at once.

Sam's POV

I didn't want to go the burial but it was the least I could do for my mother. I wished I talked to her sooner, at least she tried to talk to me after I got kicked out. I tightened my hand on the steering wheel. I just couldn't think straight, there was too many 'what ifs' running through my head. I didn't even notice what we already arrived at the cemetery. I drove on auto pilot which could've been dangerous.

I took a deep breath and looked over at Mia. She was already staring at me with worried eyes. I tried to smile but I couldn't. So instead I gave a nod and got out. I heard Mia get out, she rounded the corner and took my hand. We started to walk, as we got closer to the burial I noticed some people I've seen while growing up. Mostly friends of my parents with a few relatives here and there. I avoided them and headed straight to the chairs in the front and sat down. There was three and I sat in the middle and Mia was going to stand off to the side but I pulled her onto the chair.

"But isn't someone going to sit here?" She asked quietly.

"They won't," I stared straight ahead.

That person wouldn't dare sit next to me after everything that has happened. It wasn't long before everyone was here, my father sat next to me and we didn't talk or make eye contact. As the Priest began talking I zoned him out. It was awhile later when my father gave a little speech. I also zoned that out. As my mother was then lowered I took a deep breath and felt like my chest was tightening. My eyes felt hot and I tried not to cry. I wouldn't cry, not in front of all these people.

Soon people left and talked with my father, some tried to say something to me but I blatantly stared ignored them.They ended up giving up. After everyone left I felt those hot tears again. I also felt Mia holding my hand that was balled into a fist.

"Everyone is gone now...it's okay now." She spoke with a soft voice.

I felt let those tears fall. My mother was really gone from this world. I would never see her again. The woman who raised me and always asked how my day was when I little. She also made me help her make brownies. I lost the only family member that I actually loved. With my other hand I covered my upper face and let the tears fall silently. 

Mia's POV

I held Sam's hand while he cried. I was trying not to cry for him and my own thoughts about my parents. I had to be strong for Sam. After awhile Sam was done crying. His eyes were a little wet still and a bit red.

I head footsteps and looked up to see a guy not that older than than me. He looked familiar in a way. He had black hair and brown eyes. He was about as tall as Sam or taller.

"Hello...," He said with a small smile. Sam whipped his head and glared at the guy. "It's been awhile hasn't it little bro."

Little brother? Who the hell was this person? I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh sorry, I'm Tyler Blake. Sam's older brother. And you are?" Tyler asked.

That's why he seemed familiar it's because he looked sort of like Sam. "I'm Mia Holland-" I got cut off by Sam pulling me up to stand.

He didn't even look at Tyler and walked to the car. Once inside I turned to Sam, but before I could ask anything he was already talking.

"Yes I have a brother but we don't talk...to me I don't have a brother."

"Why?" Is all I asked.

"Because he never has been one to me." Sam started the car and started to drive.

I wondered what happened between him and Tyler but it's not right to ask at this moment.

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Authoress End Notes: Say whaaaa!!! Sam has a brother!! Oh snap!