Good Luck Charlie (Or is it Teddy?)

The Funeral

Gabe:POV

I stand outside of Izzy's house, my hands shaking and the hairs on my arms sticking up. Yes, I'm nervous. Isabelle is really important to me, I don't want her to leave my life .when she barely just entered it. I tap my foot on the ground, slowly raising my hand to knock on the door. I'm not wearing anything fancy, just jeans and a plain red shirt. I didn't want to over-do the apology, it might scare her away if I did.

I finally get the courage to knock on the door, so I do. It takes about ten seconds before anyone answers the door. As she opens the door, I can see regret in her facial expression. There are dark circles underneath her eyes, and a frown coating her lips. For once she doesn't have her usual makeup on, or even her hair curled; and that's okay.

"What are you doing here?" Izzy asks solemnly, crossing her arms to her chest.

"I came her to bring you this," I say, handing her the single rose. "and to say that I am sorry about the other night." She doesn't say anything at first. Izzy carefully takes the rise by its stem, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Why is the rose hard?" she asks curiously, tapping on the bud of the flower.

"It was dipped in wax so it lasts longer." I answer, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"Gabe...I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your family." Izzy apologizes. I almost laugh; almost.

"You really shouldn't be apologizing...I mean, I'm kind of a jerk."

"Well, I'm kind of a nice person, so yes I do have to apologize." she argues, letting a smile slip onto her face. "Do you want to come in?" Izzy asks. I nod eagerly, quickly following her inside of the house.

Thank God she forgave me.

Spencer:POV

Three days later...

The day of the funeral finally arrives. Teddy has been an absolute mess these pass few days, rarely ever speaking a word. For the most part I've been in shock. After all, we had only talked to Kate a day before she died. The only funeral that I've ever been to are my grandparent's, so it feels weird going to a funeral of someone I used to date. I wasn't in love, but in some weird way, the pain is still there.

"Are you ready?" I ask Teddy. She nods, grabbing my hand.

"Yeah," Teddy murmurs. We walk out the door and into the fresh September air. Skylar had picked up Ariella and Hadley an hour before so we could get ready. Teddy and I are the only ones from our family that are going. Teddy said that if the twins were older, than she would bring them to see their aunt, but they're still too young.

We get into the car, her in the passenger seat and me in the driver's. I drive in silence as Teddy quietly stares out of the window.

"Do you think I'm pathetic?" she asks suddenly, turning to face me with a solemn look on her pale face. I'm taken by surprise by her words, quickly glancing her way.

"Of course not. Why do you ask?" I question, hearing her sigh reluctantly.

"I just feel like I don't have the right to cry and be sad all the time. When Kate was alive I despised her, and now that she's alive I suddenly adore her? For a year, I envied her for having the life that I couldn't have with you, and here I am; married with my sister's ex-boyfriend. If she ever hated me, she had the right. I know that I'm only mourning the relationship that I never had with her, but it is hard. I mean, I know nothing about her, and I just wished that could have changed before she died." Teddy says, tearing up as she speaks. She wipes away her tears before I can even blink, sucking in a breath.