They all knew that live didn't go on forever, and that everything had to end someday. But they couldn't believe that this was HIS someday. They had never imagined they would be at his funeral at the age of 16. They had always imagined that they would be together forever, and forever was a long time in their eyes, at least past 20.
James started at the Wooden box in front of them , the box that carried their dead friend. He couldn't believe that he would never see his friend again, never see his smile, or hear his laugh, or one of his stupid jokes. He would never fight with him again, nor make up without words spoken and chase after girls.
Logan didn't know what to do. He was the smartest one in the group, and he had no idea what he was suppose to do now. All he knew is that he was crying, and that it was right. It seemed so unreal. He had done the math, and this wasn't supposed to happen. Not now, not to him. But it did, and Logan felt lost.
Kendall just looked at the coffin, thinking about Carlos and showing no emotion at all. He felt like it had been his fault Carlos died. He was the one that brought up the idea to play Hockey in the Palm Woods Park, He was the one that trailed a few steps behind is small friend. He was the one that was the leader of the group, the one that was supposed to look after them. And he failed. And he hated himself for that.
Carlos had been hit by a truck, and according to the paramedics, he had died the moment it had hit him, he never even felt it when he hit the ground. But he wasn't the only one in the accident. Back in Los Angeles was a fresh grave, that of the driver. It had been an Elderly man who had a seizure while driving and lost control over the vehicle.
The coffin was lowered into the cold Minnesota ground and people started to walk away, ready to cry about Carlos for a Week, think about him for a month, and Forget him in five weeks. Everyone, except James, Logan an Kendall, they would never forget their friend. For as long as they lived, Carlos would be with them.