Disclaimer: I don't own HM!
Tears fell from eyes. The day that I had dreaded was here. The day that I knew would make everything that had happen in the last three months become a reality. Today was Oliver 'Smokin' Oken's funeral. How could of this happened to him? He was my best guy friend and now he's...
"Lilly?" I heard someone call my name snapping me from my thoughts.
"What?" I asked absent minded.
"I miss him too." Miley, my best gal pal, said to me.
"Why him?" I asked her. "Why Oliver? He was so young!"
"Lilly, I don't know why he was the one-" Miley started.
I interrupted her, "It should of been me." I whispered.
"What?" Miley asked me.
"The car should have hit me!" I repeated. "I should of been the one be hit! I should of been the one to fall into a coma for three months! I should of been the one to have died! I should have been the one who was going to be buried today!"
"Lilly," Miley whispered, "You had no control over it." She tried to comfort me. "The driver was drunk, and Oliver protected YOU! Don't blame yourself for what happened."
"It's not that easy." I started as a fresh batch of tears crept to my eyes and fell from them again, "I can't just stop blaming myself!" I continued through my tears. "He saved me! If I hadn't been there, if I hadn't dragged him to that signing he'd still be here today!" I stated, remembering how I had begged him go with me to get my skateboard signed by Tony Hawk himself.
"Lilly, don't say that!" Miley continued to comfort me. This probably wasn't easy for her either, I mean she did lose her friend to. "You had no control over it."
"Miley?" I questioned.
"What?" She asked back.
"I know what you're saying but it's just... I don't know..." I gave up on what I was trying to say. "I want to be a lone." I got up from were I was sitting in the Stewart's living room and walked towards the door that led to the beach. "I'll see you at the funeral parlor." I said to Miley. I opened the door and walked out onto the beach. Gosh, I miss him.
I started to walked down the beach and saw "Rico's." It only brought back memories of Oliver. I remember when Miley and I were fighting over the whole flag football thing and how Oliver had cuffed us together in that general area. I felt the tears sting my eyes again. I walked farther down the beach and everything, just everything seemed to have reminded me of him.
"Why did you give in Oliver?" I asked out loud. I heard my watch beep and realized I had to get to his funeral. I walked slowly to the place where it was being held and found a seat next the Stewart's and Oliver's family. I had been asked to give his eulogy.
After the minster had said a few words I took the stand. "Oliver was one of my best friends." I started while looking out at all the people who had shown up to pay their last respects. "I had known since before we could even talk. He was my friend who I knew I could confide anything in." I swallowed hard to prevent the tears from flowing from my eyes again. "He was a goofy kid, but that's why I love or loved him so much. He would always cheer me up when I was down just by being himself." I spoke clearly as everything began to sink in. "He also had a knack for fixing fights that I would have with my other friend Miley... He was always there for me and I'm going to-" I swallowed again, my throat had gone dry. "And I'm going to miss him more then he could ever imagine." I finished my speech as the tears ran down my cheeks.
I took my seat again and stared at the box that held his body. "He's really gone." I whispered to myself as the tears came again.
A/N: Yes, I know that was sad. I've never written a fic in first person so I hoped this turned out okay. I almost cried while writing this. Anyways please review!