Kissed by Team Crafted //tc 3

Very Classy

{two weeks later}

~Jerome's POV~

Today was Mitch's funeral. It was finally here, but I'm not really sure if I was feeling excited, or nervous. Or both. But for good reasons, of course. I wasn't happy my best friend was gone, obviously. We had boxes of his sweatshirts lined up by the front door, ready to take to the church downtown in a couple minutes.

"Are you ready, Jerome?" Rene knocked on the door to my bedroom. I checked myself one last time in the mirror, and decided I looked suitable, so I answered the door. Rene's hair was twisted up into a knot on her head, and she was wearing blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and red Converse shoes.

"Very classy," I acknowledged, smiling weakly. She gave me a playful shove, and we ran down the stairs. Ryan, Ian and Jason were already grabbing boxes to take out to Ryan's truck.

"I can't believe this is how we're spending our last minutes in the Team Crafted house," Jason grumbled. I glared at the back of his head as he doubled over to pick up a box.

"Hey, it was your decision to leave," I reminded him. "Besides, you're getting some of the money when the house sells."

"Yeah, because that makes up for everything," he sighed. "Do you think everyone's gonna come?"

Rene replied quickly. "Adam already confirmed he was coming. I haven't heard from Quentin, and Ty was a maybe," she informed us. "I also invited Jess, and she said she'd try to make it."

"I still can't believe Mitch didn't tell any of us he had a girlfriend," Ryan said, in awe.

"Me neither," I agreed. There was a knock on the door. I answered; it was Stephanie.

"Glad you could make it," I told her, letting her inside.

"Glad to be here," she replied, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Rene pointed a finger to her mouth, and started to pretend to gag.

"Stop it!" I demanded, and gave her a quick shove on the shoulder. Rene skipped away childishly, and grabbed a box. She ran out the door to Ryan's car.

"If we don't leave in the next two minutes, we're gonna be late for the funeral we planned," I announced. Everybody started to grab as many boxes as they could, me included, and we rushed out the door. I helped stack the boxes in the trunk of Ryan's truck, and we piled into the front.

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~Adam's POV~

We arrived at the church in downtown L.A. pretty early; the service didn't start until eleven, but it was ten when we walked in the front door.

"Are you here for Mitch's funeral?" a girl approached us nervously. We had only walked inside a few feet when she stopped us.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm assuming you are too?"

"Wow, way to sound sophisticated," Hannah whispered sarcastically. Winta giggled a little bit.

"Yeah, actually," the girl replied, playing with a lock of her light brown hair. She stared at the floor, letting the awkward silence drag on, so I assumed the conversation was over. I continued into the main room of the church.

I didn't see anybody else around, so I sat down in the pew closest to the door and waited. Winta and Hannah sat down beside me, and started chatting.

"Thanks, Adam," Alesa stumbled in, carrying a basket of desserts we had baked last night for the lunch break. She looked out of breath from carrying it all the way from the car, even if it wasn't that long of a walk.

"Sorry," I quickly apologized, and took the basket from her hands. She took my spot when I walked around trying to find someplace to put the food. I didn't see any, so I sat down - next to Alesa, since she wouldn't budge from my place - with it in my lap.

"Where is everybody?" Alesa asked, once I had settled in. I shrugged, and the girl from the entrance came inside. I watched as she wandered around for a little bit, and then sat down in the front pew, right by where Mitch's casket would be set down.

"Um, m'am?" I asked. She spun around and looked at me curiously, raising her eyebrows. "I think that seat's reserved for family members."

She got up without a word, and sat down in the second closest spot. I was pretty sure that was a family pew, too, but I didn't speak up again. I just kept waiting for someone else to come and make the situation less awkward.

~~~

Finally, exactly at eleven, people started to pour in. I recognized Mitch's close family, who sat down in the first pew, as I had suspected. Connor, Mitch's little brother, had several boxes of tissues in his lap. One was already empty by the time they sat down. A couple people we had all recorded with scattered themselves around the church, and some family friends I had remembered Mitch talk about.

The service was about to start at 11:05, but I recognized some pretty important people missing.

The Team.