Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Skittles, taste the rainbow. Except for blue, f--- blue))
A sigh escaped Petro's throat as he backed away and leaned against the wall. He watched Zoey and who he was guessing was Jen's parents for a while, but after that he folded his hands in front of him and looked down at his hands. He didn't know what else to do. He hardly knew the girl. The only thing he knew about her was that she was Zoey's friend, was over protective, and was the girl that he failed to save. The guilt was going to crush him. -
What. I f---ing love blue! I love skittles.. I love everything 8D)
Zoey talked to them for a moment before walking over towards Petro and taking both his hands in hers. "That's Jen's parents." She said quietly and looked down at their clapsed hands. "They don't hate you, if you think they do. They understand." She said still looking down at their hands. -
No, no, they don't have a blue skittle in the original xD here, See? xD ))
Petro rubbed his thumb along Zoey's knuckles and he nodded his head. "Okay, thanks," he said quietly while pulling her into a hug. Well, at least her parents didn't have any hard feelings towards him, but forgetting her would be hard. He finally didn't sigh for once in the past minute, and his eyes slowly looked over towards the open casket, seeing only a hint of the dead girl inside of it. -
Oh xD I was like.. Bish, don't hate on blue. xD)
Zoey smiled slightly and closed her eyes. "Let's find a seat.." She grabbed his hand and lead him towards the chair where they say down together in the front row. -
Never had the blue ;-; ))
Petro sat down next to Zoey, their fingers intertwined. He couldn't help but stare at the casket. Though he didn't want to see the body, he still looked at the casket. "Are you going to say anything when they start?" Petro questioned her quietly. -
It's like fruity and fantasticness :3 -pets-)
Zoey nodded slowly with her eyes locked on the casket as everyone found seats and someone walked up to the podium and started the funeral and all that stuff. She wasn't listening much, just waiting and watching in silence and her eyes darkened. -
haha fantasticness *Purrs* ))
Once the funeral started Petro tore his eyes off of the casket and looked down at his free hand which was clenching the edge of his shirt. He listened to the words that seemed to echo across the room, and he couldn't tell if the words were empty or if they actually meant something to Jen. He swallowed hard as the funeral went on. -
I'm so sorry.. I've been so busy these past couple days and I had to go back to the doctors for more meds :/))
The preacher guy cleared his throat and asked if anyone wanted to speak. Slowly Zoeh stood up and let go of her life line, Petro. She had yet to cry but her eyes looked wet and as dark as a deep blue ocean. Lifting her head she walked over to the podium and over looked the crowd. Suddenly her head hurt, she felt queasy, the lights seemed to bright, the faces all filled with sadness and pity. How many were actually just guilty for the way they treated Jen before she died?
"Jen was my best friend.. Scratch that, she was and always will be my sister. I imagine a lot of you wonder what happened that night at my house.. Hell, even I couldn't answer that one fully." She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "Jen had so much going for her in life and honestly, I don't know how I'm going to live without my best friend next to me. I haven't been able to breath or eat or even sleep because I just know that she isn't living with me.. We planned on going to college together.. Meeting boys and having families together and no matter what happened, we would stick together." Tears started to spill over her blue eyes and fall down her face in an endless stream but her voice never wavered. "I cannot begin to express how much I love this girl and how much her whole life seemed to bring everyone around her a true fire from within. She brought the best and worst out of anyone she met.. I know ill never meet someone with as much fire as her. I'll miss you so much.. Jen, I swear I'll take care of your family and your cats." She closed her eyes and sucked in a heavy breath. -
Dude, it's fine. What are the meds for if I may ask? ))
In all honesty, Petro didn't want to look up at the front. He just wanted to look down at stare at his hands through out the whole thing of it. But he had to though. He had to. Slowly, Petro forced himself to look up at Zoey while she spoke. He had to at least support her through her speech. While she spoke, he tried to block everything out; the only thing that mattered was him and Zoey. That was it. -
I can't stop getting sick.. My immune system has like given up on me I think.)
Zoey blinked a few times and walked back towards Petro. Her mother talked but she wasn't really listening as she just stared at the casket holding her best friend inside. Breathing heavily she felt sick and anger and sad all in one big mess. Soon it was over and everyone stood to leave to go across the street where Jen would be lowered into the ground. Standing up she grabbed Petro's hand and led him outside. -
That' sucks :/ I'm sorry to hear that. And sorry ))
The two walked outside. Across the street he could see the graveyard where Jen would be buried. A sick, twisting sensation entered his stomach and suddenly he felt like he was about to throw up, even though he hardly ate anything that morning. He gave Jen's hand a squeeze to seem as if he was reassuring her, but really, he was reassuring himself as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and try and forget the situation at hand, though that was impossible.
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