A/N: Today it has been two years since an amazing person was taken from the Earth. This guy meant the world to me. && this story has been written in Loving Memory of my brother. You have inspired me. You're time here was short but every smile with you is unforgettable && every adventure is memorable. TeQuiero,
I apologize for any OOC-ness ahead of time.
'I can't believe you did that!' laughed Nate.
'I didn't know it was illegal! I didn't think it was that big of a deal.' Explained Jason sheepishly.
'Dude. You can't just steal street signs. Even if it does say your girlfriend's name.' Nate said slowly, talking to Jason as if he was a child.
'Well whatever. I guess I know that now. But seriously how cool was it that the street was Ella Boulevard Like what are the odds?' Jason exclaimed.
Nate simply shook his head and laughed.
'Thanks for bailing me out, man.' Jason said.
'You're Welcome, Bro. You're just lucky i turned 18 last week.' Nate replied, with a chuckle at the end.
'Yeah. So Thanks again. I think I'm gonna go head the hay.'
'Alright Man. See you in the morning.' Nate said as he walked towards his room.
Just then the phone rang. Jason started to walk back to answer the phone. 'Nah Man. Just let it ring. We can just listen to the message in the morning.' Nate said.
'True.'
So both Jason and Nate continued to make their way to their bedrooms, when the answering machine started.
'This is Riverside Hospital calling regarding Shane Grey....'
They didn't need to hear the rest of the message, both raced to answer the phone.
Nate answered it.
'Hello? Hello? Who is this?' Nate asked quickly.
'This is Dr. Carter from Riverside Hospital. I have a car crash victim in here who had a diver's lisence registered to Shane Grey. Do you know him?'
'Yes, I know him. Is something wrong?' Nate asked, getting annoyed with the fact that the doctor hasn't told him is Shane was okay or not.
'Well as of right now he's in critical condition. I'm going to need you to come down here and identify that this is indeed Shane Grey.'
'Okay I'll be down there soon.' Nate said as calmly as he could. Because who could honestly be calm when they just found out their best friend and practically brother was in critical condition.
He found out directions and hung up. This whole time Jason had been waiting anxiously for Nate to be off the phone and to pass on what the doctor had said.
One look at Nate's agonized expression and Jason knew it was anything but good news.
'I gotta go. I gotta go check on Shane.' Nate said hurriedly trying to get out the door and to Shane as soon as possible.
'Wait! Nate what's going on?' Jason asked, concerned.
'Its Shane. He got into a car accident. I gotta go down there NOW.' Nate explained quickly while trying to put on a jacket and grab his keys.
'What? How did this happen? What's going on?' Jason asked.
'I don't know Jase!' Nate exclaimed, slightly annoyed at Jason.
'Well I'm coming with you! Whatever happens we gotta be there for each other.'
'Okay whatever, man. Let's go.'
And off they went.
3 hours later.
Both Nate and Jason walked into the house with their shoulders slumped. Nate looked over at Jason and noticed how red his eyes were. He wondered if his own eyes were just at bloodshot. Blood. There had been so much blood. Just thinking about it made Nate shudder. Thinking about how his friend was laying there helplessly, bleeding everywhere made him sick to his stomach. Jason's voice broke him out of his thoughts.
'Did you hear me? I said I think we need to go tell Mitchie now.' Jason said.
'Oh.' was all Nate could reply. He had been dreading this. How could you just tell someone that their boyfriend was dead? That the love of their life was gone? That their soul mate had been taken from them? Nate didn't know how to. But he figured it would be better if she found out now, rather than from some inconsiderate magazine that's just looking for a new headline.
So back to the car they went. The drive to Mitchie's house seemed to last forever. But then again, it seemed as though it came all too quickly.
Jason and Nate got off the car and walked up to the front door of the Torres Residence. They knocked on the door and waiting for someone to answer. A couple minutes had passed and no one had answered. Nate seriously contemplated just leaving. He didn't want to deal with this right now. He just wanted to go back home and cry. Just as he was about to leave, Jason elbowed him in the side. He looked up and saw the right corner room's light turn on.
Jason and Nate heard feet descending down the stairs and watching as the hall light came on and the front door slowly creaked open. There in front of them stood Connie and Steve Torres.
'Boys do you have any idea what time it is?' Steve asked.
Actually they didn't. Everything had happened so fast and everything in their minds is such a blur.
'We're sorry Mr. And Mrs. Torres.' Jason apologized, sorry that he had woken them up.
'We actually have something to tell Mitchie.' Nate offered. 'It's about Shane...' Nate's voice cracked as he said Shane's name.
'There was an accident.' Jason said. He may not always have common sense but he knew Nate just couldn't handle saying it out loud yet. 'Shane was in an accident.' He explained.
Connie gasped in horror as all the possible outcomes ran through her head. Steve rubbed her sides and made a gesture that indicated to Jason to continue.
'They did everything they could.' Jason Started. 'They tried to save him. And he fought hard, they say. But he just... couldn't make it.' Jason finished.
By the end Connie was bawling and Steve was desperately trying to calm her down.
"¡Oh Dios mío? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué?" was all she kept saying over and over.
Nate nearly let go everything he was so desperately trying to keep in when he heard Connie's crying.
He knew there was nothing more they could do here. And he knew Steve and Connie had to go tell Mitchie. So Nate and Jason left. They went back to the apartment where 4 hours ago, their only problem was Jason stealing a street sign. Oh how life can change in such a short period of time.
AN: this is not the end. I still have to upload the funeral in Mitchie's POV. I just want to know what you guys think of this piece! This is my first story and it really hits close to home. Also, since this is my first story I have no idea how this format is suppose to be. Sorry if it's confusing to read. So please review! Also, this will be a SMITCHIE story if people review and ask me to continue! It will include a lot of flashbacks and such. So after the funeral, it will pretty much be set in the past. Let me know what you think! Please Review..! Also, I wrote this all in a matter of like 45 minutes so I apolgize graetly if you think it's awful!
