Patrick Hockstetter

The Funeral

*Y/N'S POV*

A couple of weeks had passed and I was numb.  We all were.  I had spoken to Patrick's parents about funeral arrangements but they really didn't care...  So I took it upon myself to arrange one.  I invited them of course, I wasn't expecting a reply though let alone for them to show up. 
Today was said day.  Patrick's funeral.
The gang had arranged to meet at my house and they had started to show up, everyone wearing make shift suits.  I greeted people from school, they weren't even friends with Patrick but they just couldn't believe that he was gone.  Nobody could believe it.  I'm guessing they showed up expecting it to be a practical joke or some shit and Patrick would jump out and make a scene.
"All you fuckers showed up to my funeral?  I didn't even like any of you bitches!"  He'd snicker.
But unfortunately that isn't the case, because shit like that doesn't happen in real life.  People die.  That's the truth, the ruthless bitter fucking truth.
"How you holding up?" I felt a presence next to me and turned to see Bev.
"Do you think his parents will show?" I asked and I noticed her facial expression change to guilt. "They have to come, right? It's their own sons funeral... They have to come." I felt tears pricking my eyes and Bev engulfed me into a tight hug, rubbing the back of my head. I heard murmurs behind me and she just replied with "she'll be okay." Will I?

The time had come around for the funeral, I waited by the doors for his parents... Any adult that at least resembled him but nothing.
"C'mon Y/N, it's about to begin." Richie put his arm around mine and rubbed it, I smiled up at him and he returned a small smile.
I zoned out completely during the speech off the priest, I caught myself just staring at the floor.

*THIRD PERSON POV*

"Yo dude, is she doing okay?" Bowers nudged Tozier who was sat next to the young girl, holding her tight. A couple of people who were sat on the front row noticed her zoning out.
"Hey Y/N..." Richie whispered but didn't get a reply.  "Hey."  He prodded her leg.
"Huh?"  She snapped out of her daze.  Richie nodded his head towards Henry and he turned to face him, mouthing a 'yeah?'
"Are you okay?"  He leaned in and she felt her eyes sting.  He grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles.  "It's okay, it's okay."  He gave her a smile, having to look away seconds later because he too had started to tear up.

*TIME SKIP*

The group watched as everyone exited the church, following after slowly to bury Patrick's remains.
They all stood around the deep hole that was formed in the ground, ready to say their final goodbyes.
Y/N watched as her friends stepped forward.
"You were a dick to me, even when we were friends but I miss the shit outta you slenderman !  It has and always will be a pleasure."  Richie spoke up, dropping a red rose on top of his coffin.
"Hockstetter...  Fuck, what can I say.  You were always there for me.  My right hand man, my partner in crime. My brother. I'm gonna miss you so damn much... Sleep tight man!" Henry spoke, his voice cracking at the end. 
Y/N stared into the hole, she looked empty, numb to her surroundings.
"Honey, it's your turn...  To say something."  Her mother shook her shoulder lightly.
"Oh."  She coughed, clearing her throat.  "Patrick.  Where do I start.  I loved- love you and I always will.  I'll always be so grateful to have met you because you were amazing.  You changed my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.  We shared so many of our 'firsts' together."  She smiled.  "First road trip, first time egging someone's house. Damn, I even shared my first blunt with you, sorry Mom." She gave her a guilty smile to which her Mother just laughed it off. "You were my best friend, no offence Trashmouth." She turned to the boy and he just gave her hand a supportive squeeze. Tears started to fill her eyes and she looked up, glancing at a tree in the cemetery only to see 2 people stood underneath it. Patrick's parents. "I'll love you always, and I promise I will never forget you my dear."
"Well done." Richie whispered in her ear and she smiled.

A couple more people said their goodbyes and Y/N watched as his parents stood still, Patrick's mother gave her a small wave and she nodded in response.
They never said goodbye to their son, they just observed. And with that, Patrick Hockstetter was gone but never forgotten.