Zeke’s P.O.V.
The ceremony went well and at the cemetery aunt Storm finally broke down, now I’m waiting for Uncle Drew to do the same.
Yeah I know that sounds harsh, but we all reach our breaking point sometime. I know I didn’t and I’m not because I made a promise of no more crying, even if the pain hurts too much to bear. I’m not going to cry.
Everyone was in the house of my now deceased grandma. They were either talking about fond memories or catching up with other relatives on one seen for a long time. How could people just act like they care? When in reality they don’t.
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I want to be left alone and if that means walking out side to the terrace in the backyard so be it. When I walked out I saw that there were more people outside than inside. Great why can’t people just stick to one part of the house when they come to the after funeral? Ok that sounded wrong.
What I meant to say was stay in part of the house as like downstairs and inside. Not go all over the place like you own it and if they did want to go upstairs for the washroom or something they could at least have common sense to at least ask before going.
I decided to sit in the gazebo that my grandpa made for my grandma. I helped build it. She always wanted one. So he made it for her as for surprise. I miss him, my mom and grandma.
“Wow grandma Willow finally got her gazebo,” before I could even start myself pity the voice spoke gently. I turned to see Lennox and the guy he was holding hands with standing a few feet from the gazebo and were making their way towards me.
I’m assuming they can’t see me considering I’m sitting near the spot that’s called ‘the dead spot’. In other words it’s the only spot on the gazebo that doesn’t see sunlight.
“Hey grandma Willow finally got her gazebo,” Sage’s voice rang out, he his arm around the girl’s waist I saw from the church. Does anyone even know they are here?
“So did anyone see you yet?” Sage asked Lennox. I guess that answers my question.
“No or at least I hope not.” Lennox took out pack of cigarettes and offered one to Sage who took one. They both light it up and at the same time blew it the toxic smoke.
Is it me or do they act more like twin brothers then they do cousins?
“I wonder who built it defiantly wasn’t grandpa because everyone knows that he always put it’s off to the last minute,” Sage took big puff of his cancer stick. The comment he made my blood boil and I never get mad.
I was about to give him a piece of my mind when someone started to shout.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” the voice sound like aunt Storm, but why she yelling and who is she yelling at?
“Your mom is yelling,” Lennox said casually to Sage.
“And that’s the reason I left home,” Sage sighed.
“I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO SEE HIM, HE’S MY SON,” a man’s voice was yelling back at aunt Storm, well at least I know who she’s yelling at now.
“Who do you think the guy she's yelling, beside it being a man obviously?” the guy who was lean on Lennox shoulder asked.
“Who knows just be glad it isn’t us,” Lennox kissed the guy’s head all the while leaning against the railing of the gazebo.
I think I should start letting my presence be known now. Just as I was about make myself known, I could hear some feet stomping towards outside.
I thought aunt Storm had chased the man from inside to outside, but I was wrong. Instead I see Stryker, Codie, Keagan, Rayden and Hopper come outside. They were all breathing heavily as if they ran a marathon or something. I can’t ever see that happening.
I wonder where December and Archer are? Once they caught they’re breath, well not all of them, Rayden was the only one still trying to catch his. I saw Keagan turn to the rest and say something, while nodding his head in the direction of the gazebo.
Oh Crap! If Keagan doesn’t see someone he doesn’t like, it usually means he wants to start something. Codie is always on board with his ideas. It takes a little brotherly love to convince Rayden, while Stryker and Hopper just don’t care.
They all turn and make their way over. Great not only is there some weird argument going on inside the house, now there’s going to be a weird ass brawl in the backyard. Just great!
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Ok it turns out I was wrong about the brawl. Keagan and the rest want to get away from the flying objects. Wait flying objects.
“So yeah they were going at like no tomorrow, which I highly doubt there will be a tomorrow,” Codie just finish what was happening inside.
“So my mom just started a random argument with some guy?” Sage was trying to get the story straight. I didn’t care about that, what I care more about was the flying objects.
I got up from my spot that have been sitting since the arrival of Lennox and Sage and ran towards the house knocking into Stryker and Hopper since they were at the base of the entrance.
“What the fuck?”
“Who the hell is that?”
“Holy socks”
“Fuck”
“Shit”
“Zeke”
“Was that Zeke?”
“Fuckin Zeke, you little,” a chorus of voice’s shouted, but I didn’t even care if I get yelled at or beaten up. I just need to make sure the house is ok and nothing is ruined.
I didn’t even know when the shouting had stop, but when I got through the back door. I wish I hadn’t even come running to see what the damage was.
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Life is Complicated *BoyxBoy*
Novela Juvenil(Use to be called 'How Did My Life Get So Complicated?" but figured it was too long and decided to shorten it and give a different description than it was before). Zeke's life was that of a simple nerd who liked being in the background unnoticed an...
