Mini Foley- Back- book2

20. FUNeral

The day had finally come, we were buring the body of Bryce walker. Today felt cursed as a warm wave of sickness flowed through my body. This sickness grew until I realised, it wasn't just a feeling. I rushed myself to my bathroom, quickly lifting the toilet seat and throwing up the dinner I had the night before.

My face turned red and I started to shake as I held myself up. I took deep breaths and pulled myself together. Washing my face, I looked myself in the mirror before brushing my teeth again.

I flushed the toilet, buring the memory of myself being sick in the back of my head. I was lucky, i had no marks on my clothes. I wore a black oversized shirt and jeans- probably not appropriate for a funeral but I had to think about buying food before new clothes.

I was meeting Justin and Clay an hour before the ceremony, we would have to talk about...well, everything. My stomach rumbled but I wasn't going to disturb it with food, I didn't want to throw up again this morning.

The whole thought of morning sickness scared me, for obvious reasons. I knew I wasn't pregnant but it scared me how I had to reassure myself in the first place. I finally stopped my overthinking when my door was knocked on, loudly. I walked over to the door and opend it, seeing Monty infront of me.

He was the one who broke everything off for good it seemed, but now he was back...predictable. I shook my head "What is it?" I asked, crossing my arms. He handed me the book I'd given him the day before "I've gotten rid of what was inside but here's your book back." He politely greeted.

I took the book and gave him a blank look "This is a literal attempt to see me before the funeral today isnt it?" I questioned with a laugh. "Yes, yes it is." He admitted.

He looked embarrassed almost, a first for him. "Well that sucks because I'm about to leave and it would look awfully strange if we pulled up together." I told him. He frowned. "What? So I can't even drive you half way there?" He complained and I nodded.

"Take the loss, Montgomery. See ya there." I said before throwing the book onto my sofa, locking my door and patting his chest. He grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes "Please can we come back here after the service...I don't wanna be emotional infront of the guys." He quietly asked. This was also a first. My heart melted, he was upset.

I knew him and Bryce were close, he gave Monty a home when his was broken, but jesus christ. I nodded "Yeah, we can hang out. I can bake you some cookies to make you feel better." I replied. He smiled, linking our hands. "Please ride with me, just to outside of the church so people won't even know we were together." He pleaded.

"Alright, but make sure nobody sees." I finally gave in and we headed down the stairs of my apartment block. He seemed...happier. It was sad day for him but he seemed hopeful by my side. I was strong though, I didn't let it get to my head like usual.

He helped me into his car and we got going, he held my hand most of the way. "You okay?" I asked him, rubbing circles on his hand with my thumb. "I will be, what about you? You must be fucking happy." He answered. I shrugged.

"I think, part of me should be. But it's still really fucking sad, I mean, he helped out me and Justin when we barely had food on our plates." I replied, looking out the window. "I know the feeling." He simply said, pulling up a block away from the church.

"If you need me, come and find me. Please." I begged him, hugging him tightly. "I'll be fine." He told me. I doubted it, a lot.

I walked to meet Justin and Clay, Clay's parents with them too. I spotted Justin and smiled at him "Angie, finally!" He greeted, hugging me. I hugged back, smelling him. He smelled the best He'd ever smelt, but he still smelt like a loser as usual.