The Consequences Of...

14.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" Simon shouts in front of me as we rush down stairs. "I knew you never liked him but you didn't have to go and kill him!"  

"I'm Sorry Simon, I didn't mean to i swear" Curtis says with a hint of a smile, but mostly a serious face. "How, How could you do this. He was family. He was my favorite brother"  Simon Looks really angry, but i can't see why. he's standing in front of me at the bottom of the steps and i look around him. "Simon, what's going on!" I shout. But Simon doesn't reply. "Murderer, Curtis you are a murderer" I don't see Dylan in the room and my brain thinks the worst. i shut my eyes, but my legs are ready to make a run for it. 

"Blame Mario" Curtis says. "He drove me to it" 

But Simon's not convinced. "Simon, What's happening!" Suddenly I hear Dylan's voice and i take a deep breath out. "CURTIS KILLED MY FROG!" 

I tripped down the last step when Simon moved out of the way. Landing face first on the floor I find myself face to face with a frog, a particularly small one at that. "Well hello little guy" I say as  Curtis's laughter grows. "Get up Mouse, this is serious" Curtis says between giggles. i'd never known a boy to giggle until I met Curtis. He's got the most ever-present smile. "This is not a time for laughing" Simon says bending down to help his frog before helping me up. Typical. 

"Thanks for the help Simon" i say standing. "I just lost My dearest pet and greatest friend. Pleas refrain from sarcastic comments for the remainder of the morning" Simon says calmly picking up the broken pieces of glass form the frog's tank. It was a water frog so there was an enormous puddle on the floor. "Simon but the frog in a small container on the counter and filled it with water. Simon quickly focuses his attention to me.

"Mouse Dear, would you like to attend a funeral with me?" 

"What?" i respond to his strange question. A funeral for a frog?

"I bet you put the fun in funeral Mouse" Curtis says. I roll my eyes. "Did you read that off of a laffy taffy wrapper or are you really just that that much of a moron?" i ask Curtis. He stops laughing for only a second. "Where do all those Smart-ass answers come from?" he asks still chuckling. "Well theres this vital organ in your head called the, you know, Brain and it's pretty useful for stuff like that" I respond/. Curtis cracks up again. And Simon shakes his head with a half smile. 

"I'm serious Mouse, Please come to Eddie's funeral" 

"Eddie? That was his name? Wouldn't It make more sense to name your frog 'Freddie'" i say, and Dylan sighs. "Now you've really done it" he says. 

"Eddie is a BE-AU-TI-FUL name, and Freddie is not" He says each syllable of the word 'Beautiful' with extra emphasis.

"What's wrong with the name Eddie, i have and uncle named Eddie. You're just being plain disrespectful and Offensive" Simon pouts like a girl, and i hold in laughter at his silliness. 

"Alright alright, Eddie is a fine name. Sorry to disrespect your frog, and your uncle"  I say, and Curtis snorts. 

"It's fine, he was  a bastard anyway" Simon says turning back to his dead frog. 

"Wait, who was a bastard? the Frog or the Uncle?" I ask. Simon laughs. "Both" He responds simply. I Smirk a girly, weird smirk and Curtis laughs again. 

I swear this family was just too much. 

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An hour later and i'm sitting next to a waterfall in the woods watching at Simon dumps his dead frog into the water, Dylan plays a tiny Ukulele and Curtis sings a sad song that I've never heard before. I'm attending a Frog's funeral with the Strood boys. I can't imagine my life getting stranger. "Simon it's Past five in the morning, lets go" I say. Sundays are the worst when you wake up really early. And i havn't slept all night, so it's double bad. "Wait, we're almost done, do you have the flowers?" Simon asks. I sigh and hand him the wildflowers that i picked on the way here. If you'd told me a month ago that i'd be attending a Frog funeral with the scariest boys in school, i would have spit in your face because of how stupid you sounded. But suddenly i can't think of a better way to spend my Sunday morning. I mean i could, but i don't want to, because it's strangely nice to see a bunch of big scary boys celebrate the life Eddie the frog. 

"Thanks for coming to the funeral" Simon says He brushes my hair back and  places a flower behind my ear, making sure not to touch my face. "Your welcome Simon" I say. His brothers are already halfway back to the house and Simon and i are still standing in the woods next to the floating burial place of Eddie the Frog. "Why do you want to break my heart Mouse?" He asks with a smile, a soft smile that makes me want to xchange my mind about ending it, but i just can't. "Simon, What's going to happen tomorrow? There's no point in having secret realshonships and if we tell everyone at school, then i'll be knwo as the nobody girl who is dating Simon Strood" I say. He laughs darkly. "So your embaresed of me?" He says, I can tell he's trying not to be pained by this. "I'm not embarresed. I'm nobody and dating you would make me somebody" I explain, but he laughs again. It's a cold laugh that makes me shiver. I find myself wishing he was standing closer.

"I don't get you. I don't understand.  Don't you want to leave something behind? So that the world know sthat you were here at some point. Your so lucky and so selfish. You have a gift and you could use that to make your legacy, but you're waseting it because you want to dissapear" Simon says. He's wearing a confusing smile, but i can tell it's just to hide the anger. "What's my gift?" 

"Writing, I've read your stuff and it's good. I haven't found anythign i'm good at yet. I'm not goign to be remembered for nothing!" i try to see it from his point of view. I never looked that far ahead. i've only ever thought about getting out, but what do i want to do after that? Thinking about that make smy head hurt. "I havn't found my legacy yet Mouse, but when i do it's gonna be something great it'll mean something i swear it will. I'll be remmebered. I don't nderstand how you don't want that. That's all everybody wants right? To never be Forgotten" Simon says talking like a crazy person.

"Maybe that's why, I've already beemn forgotton" i say looking down to my feet. i try to swallow up te tears falling down my cheeks before Simon notices, but he does before i can wipe them away. 

"You don't have to cry. Just tell me why you want to be forgotton so badly" Simon says. I shrug. "Please don't dissapear" Simon says leaning down so close i can taste his breath, cold and minty, just like always. "Are you going to kiss me?" i ask shivering. "Do you want me too?" He asks. "Do you want to Simon. Do you want to kiss me?" I ask. He smiles slightly. "I think so, but i only will if you want me to" He says. I close my eyes.

"I don't want you too"