It's so empty without your Giggity...

Chapter 6

This chapter's really short, but the next one won't be that small, I promise ^^"

Brian's POV
The day after Quagmire's funeral, everyone was just as deprimated as before. We didn't talk much, and Peter was completely taken down. He kept staring at the clamphoto and he was crying almost the whole time. Yesterday after Peter's touching speech, they closed Quagmire's coffin, and buried him at the end. Everyone was throwing flowers and other goodbyes Into the hole where the coffin was let down. I wiped my tears away, and I also threw some flowers down. I can't describe how we all felt as they showled the dirt on Quagmire's Coffin, until his earthhole was filled, and Quagmire was buried...
I sat in the kitchen and drank beer. I'll never get over it. I'll maybe feel better in a few years, but I'll never get over it. Poor Quagmire... He didn't deserve this... "Brian? May I sit next to you?" Peter appeared from the kitchen door. "Yeah, sure Peter." I answered. Peter took a beer out of the fridge and sat next to me with it. We both just sat there and drank. "Peter, maybe you should go to the clam with the guys. That'll make you feel better." I said. Peter swallowed some beer and looked at me. "Brian, at our table is now an empty seat. Just as Cleveland wasn't there. But with one difference. Quagmire didn't move away. He's dead. And will never come back. It will be painful to look at that empty seat..." he answered and took another sip of the beer. I nodded. Then I've got an idea.

Peter's POV
"I'll be right back Peter." Brian said, left his beer on the table and stood up, leaving the kitchen. I stared at the table and drank my beer, wondering what Brian wanted to do. After ten minutes he came back. But not only him. Joe and Cleveland where coming in after him. I looked at them. "Hello Peter." Joe said, and Cleveland waved. „Hey." I answered, not putting my beer away. Cleveland took a chair and sat at the table, and Joe rolled his wheelchair next to us too. Brian joined us, but didn't say anything, he just watched. "The last days sucked, huh?" Cleveland said in a sad tone. "They sure did." I answered. "Losing a friend is never easy. And losing a best friend is even worse." Joe said, looking at me. I sighed. "I will miss him... We had wonderful times together." I said and drank a sip from my beer. "Remember when we watched Winter Summer together? When we flow to Korea?" Cleveland said, putting a little smile on his lips. "Or when we broke into the clam as it was closed? When Quagmire entered through the window and opened the door for us?" Joe said and giggled. I smiled. "How could I forget these days?" I put the beer away. "And remember as we helped him get his job back? Damn he saved our lives..." I said, and sighed.

Brian's POV
The three of them were talking about the good times with Quagmire and I listened to them. Wow, they did so many things together. I smiled as they were laughing in joyful memories. But soon, they mixed this laughter with tears. They were all missing him so badly. I teared up a bit too, and wiped my eyes.
If we only could turn back time... Turn back time. Wait a second.