William Rose: The First Adventure

Walters and Friends Side of The Story

So, this takes place after the events of Part 6 (Some Random Kid Decided To Fight Me, and Guess Who Won? (Part 2)), even though this is being published first (Because of suspense and crap. But, anyway...

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A boy would step up to the pedestal, with multiple people behind him. About 5 meters diagonal to him, was a casket and and next to it, a large picture of me.  

Wait a minute, that's me! And what the hell is Jacob doing?

I looked behind him and saw Angel, Conch, Dad, Mom, and a few other people.

The boy continued to the top of the pedestal, with a piece of paper, and read: "My name, is  Jacob Walters.

I was born, the day that my mother died.

I have been called an outcast, a failure, and worst of all: A freak. 

But William Rose... no...

There was many things that I could call him: A Brother, my Best Friend, my Wingman

He wasn't any of the things I was. In fact, he was the complete opposite!

Well Damn, ok then. What's with all the compliments, Walters?

He was the kindest, sincerest, smartest guy i've known since... Forever.

And he didn't care about what I looked like or where I came from!

Wait...

Don't tell me...

All he cared about was that he and I got along, and that we were best friends...

So William... whatever parallel universe you're in, or whatever part of the part of the spacetime continuum or cult your apart of now, KNOW THIS: You'll be missed, dammit!

Don't tell me that this is...

No...

The Casket, the picture...

The goodbye speeches!?

So don't you think... Not even for a MILLISECOND, that your memory won't be cherished and remembered!", he said, while putting as much emphasis as he could on his words.

I could see a few tears fall down his face, as some did on mine, realizing I was dead. But he continued on to compliment me and call me things that I am not worthy of. 

Dead should be the word he calls me, I thought as tears rolled down my face, while I cried and laughed maniacally over my own death. 

Then I saw Jacob walk down, and Angel stand up to the plate.

Oh shit, this is going to be embarrassing..., so when I get back from this stupid state..., I can set this all straight.., I said, whilst determined and tears in my eyes. 

Well, Angel? What do you have in store for me? Compliment-wise, of course. 

She walked up to the pedestal, with tears in her eyes, too. But hers more than Jacob's, of course. She was always more emotional than Jacob...

"I can still remember the first day that I met that boy.

He practically had awkward seeping from him like a broken pipe.

I remember when our parents first met. We were at a baseball game, and the funny thing is: Our parents were about 7 rows from each other."

Ok, this is going to get STUPID emotional, if I can address it emotionally enough.