Sweet Talker || Taylor Hawkins Fanfiction ||

Chapter 1 - The 4th of September

It was the 4th of September, 2016.

It wasn't a beautiful day. The sky was grey, the clouds were covering all light from bringing any sunlight, a drizzle was taking advantage of the wind to wet those who forgot the umbrella at home. The smell of wet earth invaded the nose of a young woman, bringing her memories of better times, when the sun illuminated the day and the night brought the rain. Everyone was in , gathering around a six feet long hole, right next to a almond brown coffin. You could hear people crying, not too loud, not too loud, but it was present and it lasted during the entire ceremony.

"today we lost a mother, a wife, an aunt, one great woman rests today, after her long and tiring fight" the pastor said, while his wife held a umbrella over him. He had his bible on his hands, a soft way of talking and a speech ready for this specific situation. He hoped to bring comfort into the hearts of that family "Mary Anne Hampton was a woman of God, that took care of her family, her 3 kids and her husband, may god bless him" Joseph, Mary's husband, was also drop dead, over 5 years ago.

The "kids", now growing man and woman, were there, except for one, sitting on a white chair, next to each other. Theo was the oldest, just turned 32, on the first of September, has two kids, Jordan and Sky, one with 6 years old the other turned 3 this year.

"I fucking hate the rain" he said, feeling his arm tired of holding the damn black umbrella "I thought California was all about sun and fun and weed" he took a deep breath, tired of listening to the pastor. 'your not a man of faith, theo!' he could hear his mother's voice yelling at him.

"isn't that why you move to this shithole with mom? Right Tessa?" he added, staring at his sister "whatever".

"I moved here because the cheapest treatment was in godamn los angeles" Tessa turned to face her brother "if you helped pay for it maybe you would get it, but you're too busy living your fancy lawyer perfect life in New York" she felt the tears gathering close to the edge of her eyes.

"I'm deep in dept too, Tessa, my life ain't perfect".

"But now Mary is with her son, Tate, and her husband, may god bless them" the pastor said, staring at the two siblings that just wouldn't stop talking in the middle of his ceremony.

"oh god he's bringing up Tate" Theo complained "this is hell".

Tate was 16 when he died. overdose. Mom expelled him from the family when she found out her baby boy was doing drugs, listening to rock n roll and fucking girls. Reliving that moment was worse than Tessa thought, she was closer to him than anyone, no wonder, they were twins, with the connection only twins have. Tessa felt like she died when he did, her entire body ached on the day of the overdose. She was the one that found him. "it felt like my chest would explode" she told the therapist the school made her go "like i was dying".

"stop complaining, the pastor is looking at us with the devil's eyes" Tessa said and Theo immediately giggled.

"that was funny" he added smiling at her.

"you're drunk and your kids are here" Tessa took a deep breath.

"Lucy got em, we're fine" he opened his coat, taking a zip of whatever he had to drink from his small metal jar "she said drinking is good for grieving or whatever".

Tessa didn't reply, just kept looking at the grave.

***

"See you for Thanksgiving, right?" Theo asked his little sister, while giving her a big hug, tipsy.

"I'll try, bro" she hugged him back. Even though Theo had left her with 80% of their mother's medical bill 'thanks, cancer' Tessa would say, she still wanted him close. 'He has two daughters and one hell of a student loan to pay, also his mortgage and...thank god dad just dropped dead, barely any bills to pay'.