Almost Happy (boyxboy)

Chapter Seventeen: Even in Death You're My Best Friend

Chapter Seventeen: Even in Death You're My Best Friend

[Isaac Colten Sutts]

Death once greeted me with a friendly hello. He was never evil, he was only doing his job, even though it was cruel for many. He couldn't decide how it happened, it just did. He could only take their souls too the underworld to be cleansed of their sins. He loved people but people began to hate him.

I'm one of the only people who understand and talk to him in the graveyard, but that's not why I'm here today. I'm not here to speak of my problems or talk him through his. I'm here to ask for forgiveness. Here to ask a blessing from someone, my best friend.

His grave looked empty and cold, but I knew he felt warm by my presence. He always smiled when I was around. I kneeled down to look at his name. The carving was worn from the years of touching and years or wonder. People around looked over at me and those who walked past seemed to become sad, seeing how young he died.

"Hey buddy. Sorry I haven't visited. I've been quite busy. But you already know that, huh? I'm sure you know why I'm here... So what do you say? Will you forgive me? I have to grow. I have to move on. It's been too long. The years were good and I'll always remember and love you, but now I have to love someone else. He's given me the pieces you took. So... I'm asking you, will you let me be with him? Will you let him break me in so many ways you could've?" I wisp in the wind breezed over me and it brought a smile to my face. I set the flowers down onto his grave and a note next to it.

"Here's the last one. It's number 156. It's even, because you deserved more positivity than you ever received. May you rest in peace, my dear friend. I promise to visit again. Maybe it'll be with my son, or with my boyfriend. Stay well." I stood and turned away from it. Rereading the note by heart.

"Dear Dillon,

The day you died was the day I hid away from the thing we call love. It was the day I began to hate love. I can't help but wonder how different my life would be if you were still here. I can't even believe it's been 11 years and you're still somewhere far away. You were gone in days and now you're gone until we're both in the water drowning. I'm doing well, I'm almost happy even. You'd never believe how I'm changing. I thought I'd never find someone. I did. You'd love him. He would do anything for me, and for you if you were here. Though, he might get jealous. After all, you are my best friend. He's got a son. So do me a favor and tell my sister they're doing okay. He misses her, but he's moving on. And I think that's better than being stuck in the same mode every day. I hope you are doing well. I'd hate to hear otherwise. You really do deserve more than what everyone gave you. You would've been something big. You could've proved all of them wrong. Sadly, you didn't make it. You know, after you died, I thought I'd never make it this far. I thought I would be in a coffin next to yours. That can't happen. All the spaces were filled in! Any way. I miss you. Keep your chin up. As you always did. Stay confident.

Even in death, I'll call you my best friend,

Isaac Sutts"

I smile as I walked away from the only reminder of the world that my best friend was a person, a person who was pulled down too many times and stepped on by almost everyone in his life. The boy I knew as Carter Dillon Simon. The boy who wished the best upon even the cruelest of people. The boy who killed himself when he was 15 and could no longer handle life.

I entered CC's car and sat in there for a moment before buckling in and making my way home. I can only hope tonight will be the night that everything really does become real. I can only hope my life will be complete. I can only hope I'm finally allowed to be happy.

I drove the rest of the way home and saw a car in the drive way. I parked the car and went into the house to hear arguing. Andrew was crying and a man was sitting on the couch looking annoyed.

"You could've at least called!" I heard Cilyn yell. There was a sudden crash.

"How were we supposed to call? It's not like you ever bothered to come by! Ungrateful brat! After how well we treated you, you're going to throw us out?" A woman screeched. I slowly got Andrew before making my way to the kitchen. A woman with blonde hair and green eyes was shouting at CC and seemed to only get louder making it impossible to understand what she was saying.

"Uhm, I would appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up. My son was trying to sleep before you rudely started shouting in my house." The woman turned to me as I gave her a glare and held onto my son who was now too interested in my hair then crying.

"Excuse me? My son's name is on the lease. Not yours." I raised an eyebrow before going over to CC.

"Hold Andrew I have a few things to discuss with this woman. And if you don't mind me asking, who is she?" Cilyn looked at the woman with a scowl.

"That is supposed to be my mother. But as we all have problems with our biological parents in this house I don't see why they're even here!" I rolled my eyes and went into the living room. I sat down and let Andrew teethe on my finger.

"So now, can we have a civil conversation or do I need to call the authorities now?" The woman sat in silence as the man grunted in response. I glanced over to CC before looking back to his parents.

"Why are you here?" The man spoke first.

"Because that dumb bi—

"Watch your language or you can leave now."

"My wife didn't pay the rent." I raised an eyebrow.

"What does that have anything to do with you being here?" The woman stayed quiet.

"We got kicked out. We need a place to stay." I grumbled now. I did not want these people staying here, nor anywhere near here.

"There's no room here. There's only two bedrooms and they're both filled. I recommend going to someone with space." The man growled as the woman finally spoke up.

"We'll only be here for a week." I rolled my eyes. How many times have I heard that one?

"No. Leave or I'll call the cops now. I'd love to sleep and spend some time with my boyfriend and squeeze in dinner if you don't mind. You have ten minutes." I stood up and began to rock Andrew back to sleep when my words seemed to wake them up.

"Excuse me? Boyfriend? Who else lives here?" I sighed as Andrew fell asleep. I set him down into his crib and went back to the living room. The two were glaring at their son in anger.

"No one. It's us three. Cilyn, Andrew and I. Are you repulsed? No wonder he never associates with you. You know being open minded is almost a must as a parent. You've got 6 more minutes." They stood and went to the door.

"Oh and one more thing, don't come back!" They slammed the door behind them and I went over to Cilyn and sat on his lap, his member slightly bigger than usual.

"Did you seriously get hard off that?" He wrapped his arms round me and whispered in my ear.

"No, I got hard by the fact you called me your boyfriend." I laughed and turned my head and pecked his lips.

"You're a bad liar. But I'll give this one to you, Mr. Boyfriend." He breathed in deeply and he got a little harder.

"You're so weird! Go cook!" I scrambled off of him, red in the face and took my glasses off. I felt a light wind before lips touched my own. I kissed him back and let him suck on my tongue before pulling away.

"You better go cook or I'll never let you get that close again." I could see him pout but oblige to my command. I smiled and leaned back against the couch.

Love can't be all bad. Can't it?