Nathan Young is dead.

Coming to terms with that lone fact was the hardest thing Beth has ever tried to do. It seemed like it may never happen.

The day of his funeral was here, and the weather was the exact opposite of how Beth felt. It was warm, and sunny. Had Nathan been here, Beth would've insisted they go for a walk to the doughnut shop. But that wasn't the day Beth was going to have. Not at all. Beth was crying in bed, hugging a sweater of his that still smelled like him. He had left it at her apartment with most of his things, and it was the only thing that made Beth feel slightly okay.

Kelly walked in without knocking, as she had done everyday during last week to get Beth up and ready. But Beth didn't want to go. She couldn't handle knowing this would be the last time she ever saw Nathan's face before he buried, away forever. Away from her.

Kelly sat on the bed, and let Beth cuddle up to her. Kelly was dressed for the funeral early, knowing that it would take a lot of convincing to get Beth up and ready. When Beth was finally ready, Kelly had to hold her hand during the ride to the funeral, and during the ceremony. It was time to go outside, Kelly held Beth's hand tightly, walking with Beth up to the casket. Kelly held the trembling girl tightly, trying to hold herself together. Kelly knew that if she broke now, it was all over. Beth tucked a note she had written him, but never actually gave to him, into his hand. Maybe he could read it in heaven. She missed him.

Before Beth knew what was happening, she was watching them bury him in the ground. Kelly had to excuse herself, to try and hold in tears. Simon intertwined his fingers with Beth's, holding her tightly. Simon never wanted Beth to be sad, but now she was completely gutted. And there's was nothing anyone could say to make her okay. It would be insulting to even try.

"Will you take me for a drink?" Beth asked, looking up at Simon. Simon didn't really want to take her for a drink. She didn't have the mental stability to handle intoxication. But, he felt guilty. He had been on the rooftop, but it was wet, and Nathan couldn't hold on.

"Sure," Simon said, giving in. Simon promised himself that he would watch over Beth all night, to make sure she didn't do anything stupid.

"I could use a drink," Alisha said. "Let's all go."

Simon led Beth to her car. She gave him the keys. They waited for Kelly to get into the backseat before they took off.

As soon they were at the club, Beth made a beeline for the bar. Ordering three shots. She had downed all three before Simon could join her, ordering himself a beer. Beth ordered a vodka soda before walking to a small table. Curtis, Alisha and Kelly joined them with their own drinks after a few minutes. They all sat silently as a rave went on around them. There were people jumping, and having a good time. While Beth moped, and mourned her dead boyfriend. She never told him that she loved him. And it would hang over her head forever.

"To Nathan," Simon said, holding up his beer. Everyone brought up their own drinks, cheering in the middle.

"Prick," Curtis said. Everyone took a sip of their drink, but Beth chugged hers down.

"I'm going to get another," Beth shouted over the loud EDM song playing. Alisha nodded, even though she didn't like where this was going. Alisha and Beth have been out for drinks together a lot, and Beth wasn't exactly a drinker. Beth was the textbook definition of a lightweight. Beth could get buzzed off of one beer, but now, after the three new shots she just drank, she was more drunk then she had ever been in her life. And they'd been at the club for less than ten minutes. The decisions she were making were not typical for her.

"You should slow down, love." The bartender handed her another drink. Another day, Beth would've found it sweet that a stranger was concerned about someone they didn't know.

"I just attended my boyfriends funeral," Beth shouted, downing the drink in a few painful gulps. The bartender scrunched his forehead up, before looking around to see who could be paying attention to them. He pulled a baggy of pills out of his pocket. He handed her one.

"It'll postpone the heartache until tomorrow," he said. Other bar patrons were. Beth looked at the pill in her hand for a moment. Beth didn't do drugs. She looked around the crowded bar and wondered how many others had drugs similar to the one she was holding. Then she wondered how they felt. Another long glance at the pill and she made up her mind. She took the pill.

Nothing changed during the first few minutes of the pill entering her system, but then in a flash her body had become a hostage of euphoria. Beth looked over at her friends, who were sipping on their drinks. Kelly had disappeared but Simon, Alisha, and Curtis were still sitting there. It looked like Simon was waiting for Beth to get back. His eyes switched between looking between the dance floor and his watch. But Beth wasn't going back anytime soon. Beth was going to party. She got herself lost on the dance floor. She danced to the beat, shaking her hips, attracting all kinds of attention from all kinds of boys. Beth noticed one that was very attractive.

The stranger was tall, and muscular. His blond hair was short but shaggy enough to fall in the middle of his forehead. He watched Beth's dancing with dark eyes, that fought against his naturally tan skin. The stranger was the polar opposite of Nathan. Beth shook her head, fighting against the sadness trying to creep itself back in. Beth danced slower, winking at the boy who was leaning against the wall, biting his bottom lip. He walked over to her slowly, licking his lips. Beth smirked as he got close to her.

"I'm Max," he said. Beth hooked her two pointer fingers into his belt loops, using them to pull him into her. Her shyness locked in a cage by the liquor she'd consumed.

"Beth," she whispered, smiling up at the stranger in front of her. He smelled like cologne, and it took her mind completely off of anything remotely upsetting.

Max spun Beth around, pulling her back against his groin. He ground his crotch into her slowly, leaning over to trail his lips up and down her neck. She moaned at the feeling of his breath sliding down her neck, warming the skin it touched. Beth shivered, grinding deeper into his groin. Max groaned lowly, kissing her ear. Beth reached behind her, placing her hands on his neck. He liked the feeling of her soft hands toying with the ends of his hair. Max kissed her neck, waiting to see if she objected before he kissed her again, this time sucking, biting, and licking.

Beth turned around, pulling Max down to kiss her. Max smirked, assuming that he was going to take her home to fuck. Beth continued grinding on Max as they made out in the middle of the dance floor. Beth pulled on Max's short hair making him moan. Beth pulled away, taking his bottom lip with her, before snapping it back. Max bit his lip, winking at her.

"Want to go party baby?"

Beth giggled, "we are partying."

"Alone baby, let's go party alone." Max bit his lip. "I'll make you feel so good."

"I think that's enough," Curtis said, grabbing Beth away from Max and effortlessly slinging her over his shoulder. "Sorry, mate."

"What the fuck, man?" Max asked, getting angry that his conquest was being taken away.

"Just back off, alright?"

"Curtis! Don't tell Nathan I kissed another booooooy!" Beth sang. Curtis flinched. Curtis asked how many she had. She laughed and said, "one."

"One drink? And you're like this?" Curtis set her down beside Alisha.

"Not one drink Curtis, one pill!" Beth said, giggling. Curtis cringed, the idea of Beth being sad enough to turn to drugs was devastating. "Where's Nathan? I want Nathan!"

"Baby, remember where we went today?" Alisha said, trying to be calm.

"To the club! And I kissed Max, but don't tell Nathan, he'll be mad at me," Beth said, leaning her head on Curtis.

"Beth," Simon said, putting a hand on each of her knees, crouching in front of her. "Nathan passed away, remember?"

Beth shook her head. "No he didn't." She hiccuped. "He's not allowed."

"Just let her think he's alive," Alisha said. "Give her one more night."

"Are you ready for bed?" Simon asked. Beth nodded. "Okay, let's go." Simon helped Beth stand up. Wrapping an arm around her waist he helped her walk towards the door. The music was muffled as soon as the door closed behind them.

Curtis watched the door for a few minutes after Beth and Simon had left. He put his hand on his forehead and sighed. "How did it get so fucked up?" he asked, looking to his girlfriend for answers. "That prick finally did something selfless, and he died? How did he deserve that? How is that fair to Beth. This is some bullshit."

"You're right, it's not fair." Alisha put her hand on one side of the glass table, and Curtis put his on the other. This was as close to touching as the pair could get without Alisha's power taking over Curtis' free will.

"What happens when she wakes up tomorrow and she remembers that Nathan is dead?"

"She'll cry," Alisha said. "And no one has ever had more right to cry." Curtis felt awful. He hated the fact that Beth was depressed.

Meanwhile, Simon helped Beth get into the passenger seat of her car, and he buckled her up. He got into the drivers side. At some point during the short drive to her house, she fell asleep. Simon looked over at his friend. The guilt came in waves, it was painful then faded, then came back worse then before. If he had just held onto Nathan's hand he would still be alive.

Beth stirred in her seat as Simon parked the car in the parking lot right behind her apartment building. Simon got out, moving around to Beth's side to help her out.

"I want Nathan," Beth muttered. Simon was feeling so uncomfortable as he watched tears pouring down her cheeks. Simon sighed, leading Beth into her flat. Her apartment was exceptionally clean; excluding the guest room. Beth had used cleaning as a coping method. She scrubbed every inch of her home, you'd think it was just built the week before. However, the guest room was a disaster that would probably never get better. Every time Beth set a foot in there her emotions were way out of balance, sending her powers in action.

"I know you want Nathan, but I promise you'll be okay," Simon whispered. She continued to whimper as Simon helped her get changed. Simon was no longer phased when Beth was undressed around him; they were practically family. When Beth was tucked into bed, Simon got everything ready for her when she woke up. Water bottle and a tablet on the night side table, a bucket by her bed – just in case. Then he pulled out the DVD he had been holding in his jacket. He put it on top of her laptop with a sticky note next to it reading; play me. He sat on the couch in the living room for an hour before he left, just in case something happened and she needed him.

Beth didn't find the note until Sunday night; just before she was getting ready to go to sleep. While fighting her hangover the last thing she wanted was to play on the computer. But she started playing the DVD anyway, her curiosity getting the best of her. It was a montage of Nathan, and the various things he had said and done that Simon had caught on tape. The last one was Nathan talking to Simon and Curtis. Beth couldn't see any of the girls in the clip. Nathan had a small cut on his ear, which made Beth know that this was one of the most recent clips, as he cut his ear at her house after they began dating.

"I think I love her," Nathan said, making Beth freeze completely.

"You don't know anything 'bout love," Curtis said.

"I know. I know I don't but I can't help but feel this way about her. Beth is the perfect girl for me. And I'm in love with her."

That's when the video cut to black. Beth felt this wave of confusion. He felt the same way she did, he loved her. And he died before she could tell him. The only thing Beth wanted was Nathan, and he was pretty much the only thing she couldn't have.

Beth dialed her mom, hoping that this was one of those times she would actually be a mother. Her mom picked up, and answered with an annoyed, "yes, Beth?"

"He's dead."

"Who is?" her mom asked.

"My boyfriend."

Her mom was quiet for a moment before she said, "I don't know what you want me to do about it." That made Beth angry. So much that she nearly whipped her phone at the wall. But she didn't. Instead, she called Nathan's voice mail over forty times before crying herself to sleep, again.

The next day was the first day back to service after the funeral. When Alisha got there she saw Beth cuddling with Nathan's orange community service jumps suit. Alisha felt completely powerless, as getting it away from Beth would require touching her. Alisha tried to soothe her using only her words but it wasn't enough. Curtis arrived shortly after and pried Beth away from the suit. Once again, Beth fell limp in his arms. Kelly was the one who understood it the best, having felt something stronger than friendship for Nathan, but since she loved Beth more, she was happy for them. Now, now she was praying for the day Beth didn't cry.

Nobody asked much of Beth. Her attending service was already asking a lot. Beth was in the bathroom, splashing water on her face before service began when Kelly ran to the others with a piece of paper in her hands. All it said was 'go to his grave'.

After a brief discussion, they hadn't actually decided whether or not to go. But they did decide not to tell Beth, there was no way in hell they were letting her get wound up. Beth met the group in the lobby, where an Art Therapy class was going on. After the new, asshole of a probation worker told them to cover the mural, they began to do just that. Beth sat on the ground and just flicked paint onto the wall with the paint brush. No one said anything to her, at least she wasn't crying. Beth was a fucking mess.

Beth stood up and began walking away when she hit shoulders with one of the Art Therapy nuts. Now, to fully understand how painful this all was for Beth, you have to understand she's a very nice, very caring person. So all of her friends watched on with jaws on the floor as Beth grabbing the girl by the collar of her shirt, bringing the black haired girl face to face with Beth. She said, "watch where you're going you fucking crazy. I'll rip that mole looking face of yours off and shove it right up your asshole!"

Curtis scooped her up, running to the locker room with her swearing and fighting in his arms. He set her down by her locker.

"Tell us how to help you," Curtis said, standing by Beth's locker.

"Bring Nathan back from the dead." Beth slammed her locker shut, and stalked off. Curtis took a deep breath, looking around at the other three. He nodded, and they all knew what he meant. They had to go to the grave. They couldn't risk it not being a wind up.

The four were there right before dark, but after tea. They all looked around waiting for something to happen. But nothing did.

"Well, this was a complete waste of time," Alisha said, rolling her eyes. She wanted to make Beth happy again too, but this wasn't the way. Alisha left, Curtis following close behind. After making sure that Kelly would follow, Simon began to walk away too. But Kelly stopped, she could hear him talking to himself. Or thinking.

Simon shouted for the others, who made quick work of digging up the coffin. After opening the casket only to have Nathan fake dead for a moment before truly scaring the group to death, Nathan began to brag abut immortality. He was complaining about Simon not saving him when he finally took head count.

"Where's Beth?"

"At home I'd assume," Simon said.

"Why isn't she here?" Nathan asked, slightly offended.

"We didn't know what we were going to find here, you better go talk to her. She's wrecked," Curtis said.

Nathan hated the sound of that. Being buried in that coffin should've been traumatic, but the lovely note he found in his hand and iPod Kelly had left him was entertainment enough. Well, that and wanking. But right now all he wanted was Beth. His mother was first on his list, as he was her only child, but then he would go to Beth, and reunite with his soulmate.