Why don't we just// Why Don't We

ch.3 visiting parents

January 22 2019
Madison's pov
"can we go um...to my parents uh grave before church" i nervously ask Zach

"madison, sweetie, you don't have to ask me that" he softly says

i smile faintly and we walk out to the car. we get some flowers from the store first then go to the cemetery.

i hold onto his hand tightly with one hand and hold the roses with the other, as we walk threw the cemetery.

it's a beautiful day, no clouds in the sky, nothing except a winter breeze. the sun shines onto my parents shared grave stone and i frown slightly at the sight.

i sit on my knees in front of it and place the flowers gently on the ground.

it's so hard for me to process that my parents are underground, dead. the memory of the funeral where i watched them close both caskets is the hardest thing for me.

"i miss them so much" i choke out

zach crouches down beside me and wraps one arm around me.

"they would've loved you" i say to him as i look at the grave stone. "my mom told me how much she liked you and how she would've loved to see us date" i continue "my dad said if we ever dated, he would set rules and you would have to ask him before taking me on a date" i laugh softly as i wipe my eyes "i always told them that we're only best friends but my mom didn't believe that" i say

"you're mom knew from the start" he chuckles softly "what were the rules your dad would set" he asks

"you would have to come visit whenever you can because they loved you. when you were here, you'd have to have me home by 11 if you took me out. my bedroom door could never be closed if we were there. and he told me to teach you arabic and introduce you to my family and bring you to church. that stuff" i smile a little

"you're parents were angels" he says after a little silence "i didn't know them as well as i wish i did. i get mad for not asking you out sooner or being less shy around them" he says

"that zach boy" i say in a deeper voice with a middle eastern tone "he to skinny. marry him and show him how to be lebanese. he thank you later" i continue

he laughs and blushes softly.

"marry him" he repeats and chuckles

i laugh a bit also and lay my head on his shoulder.

"i wish they could've met you. it's hard telling them everything i wish they could've saw" i say

"they're looking down at you. and i promise, they're nothing but proud because you're the strongest girl i know. they're smiling down at you, proud of the women you're becoming." he tells me

a few tears stream down my face and i wipe them away. we sit in some silence but i break it a minute later

"i love you" i smile softly

"i love you too baby"he softly says and places a kiss on my head "come on we should go to church" he says as he stands up

time skip

"where's he sleeping" corbyn asks

"on the couch in there" i say as i grab a piece of sliced cheese