Messing up death

Chapter 1

Peter stared out at the open forest of his backyard blankly. His black clothes were attracting all sorts of unbearable heat but was it really that bad compared to the loss of his younger brother. As cheesy as it sounded it was true. No one ever would think that cheesy cliche lines in stories accurately represented stories, but they couldnt be further from the truth.

Eventually peter stood up wiping up the loose tears from his face sniffling quietly. A person came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder "hey..." The voice said quietly. It was softer than normal, and the gruff teenager's voice that peter knew as his best friend James, was never like that. Peter looked at his red headed friend his freckles somehow redder than his hair. It stood out more than a peice of white furniture in an entire room painted black. "Hey James..."

"How ya holdin' up?" He asked as the shorter teen pushed past him to get some water "what do you think... I'm... Kind of-" he paused thinking of the right words to say but sadly came up with nothing. His normally creative self was just, frazzled. "-im lost... I havent been doing too well..." He sighed pushing his brown hair out of his eyes. "I understand. But hey um sure you'll be back to normal soon. I mean someone can only cry over a dead family member for so lo-" he stopped seeing as he was getting a look from Peter. "Sorry not the time.." He mumble rubbing his arm. Peter sighed "its... Whatever I guess. I just wish I could have been there ya know. Instead we we're out-" peter cut him off "how were be supposed to know a drunk driver was going to kill your brother that day Pete?" James asked

"We aren't physic, we aren't magic we're just... Well kids." James said putting his arm around Peter's shoulder in the most no homo way possible. "Yeah... Still maybe if we hadnt been out, basically breaking the law, he would be okay in bed right now and not in a fucking urn on the fucking dining table!" Peter shouted. "Dude watch the language your religious grandparents are here!" James whisper shouted to his friend. "I'm sorry I'm just.. I'm under a lot of stress.." He mumble pulling on his hair to remind him to get his ass in gear. "Hey I know how about after this we go down to the theater and throw food at the theater kids!" He said with a small smile.

"James. Don't you ever get tired of being a dick to people in school?" He asked pushing the taller teen off him finally. "A little but it always makes you smile!" He grinned "yeah because you think a theater kid is a goody two-shoes until they start cursing you out infront of everyone leaving you more flustered than a virgin after his first time!" Peter held back laughter since it would be rude since they were at him brother's funeral. "Whatever!" James smirked "so are you in?" He asked smiling "fine but only to see you get your ass kicked by a bunch of freashmen." Peter stated "whatever makes you feel better" James said putting a hand on Peter's head