My alarm clock woke me up at exactly six thirty.
"What the fuck...? It's summer!" I groaned into my pillow.
I through it onto the floor, making it stop.
Then I remebered something. Mom's funeral was at ten.
I sighed, getting up. I grabbed a black dress. And some heels, and got dressed.
The dress was strapless, that ended mid thigh. It was also skin tight. Not something I normally wore.
The heels were simple. Four inches, and strappy. Actually, they were Kimmie's.
When I was done, I straightnend my long blonde hair. Usually it's curly and messy, but mom said my hair was pretty straight.
So I'm straightning it. Just for her. After that, I put on my make up.
Sparkly black eye shadow, thin black eye liner. Nothing on the lips.
When I was 100% dressed, I went to get Kayden dressed.
On her changing table, was a black lacy dress, a white head band with a bow, and white lacy socks.
I frowned. Babies should never wear black.
Kayden was awake, just staring off into space. I scooped her up, and changed her diaper.
It was clean, but still. Kinda gross to be in the same diaper for six hours.
I got her dressed, then made her formula. She was still being breast fed when mom died, so it'll take her awhile to get used to it.
I put her in this chair thingy for newborns, covered her with a blanket, then went to get Lilian & Cameron up.
Cameron's room is a mess. Crap is everywhere! And it smells... I hate going in there.
But I have to play mom for awhile, till dad goes back to somewhat normal. Or he get's remarried.
Which will take a couple years. Hopefully. If he get's engaged in less then six months, I'm going to kill him.
"Cam! Wake up. It's seven thirty! Mom get's buried in less then three hours." I said, throwing a pillow at his head.
"Okay. God." He groaned, sitting up. I laughed. His black hair was sticking up.
His brown eyes narrowed at me, and a stuck my tonuge out at him. He climbed out of bed, and I left to wake Lilian up.
I opened Lilan's door and was suprised. She was wide awake, sitting in her bed, still in her pajamas.
"Hey kiddo." I said, sitting next to her.
"Hi Dallas." She said, her pink Duck she got for easter in her arms.
From the sound of her voice, I could tell she had been crying.
Lilian was momma's little angel. She always did what she was told. Always!
The only time she was scolded, was when she kicked Mark for calling her Lily. And she was four!
I scooped her into my lap, and hugged her tight. I moved a lock of her sandy brown hair behind her ear.
"I miss her too." I said, trying not to cry. After about five minutes, she climbed off my lap.
"We can't cry. Momma didn't like us crying. Said it made her cry. Momma can't cry." She said, standing on her fluffy carpet.
"Okay kid." I chuckled, standing up. I walked to her closet.
Hanging on the door was the only black dress she owned. It was bought just for mom's funeral.
I helped her get dressed, and helped her put on her black mary janes. I brushed her short brown hair, and we went downstairs for breakfast.
Cameron was sitting on the couch. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, and had a black polo on. It was tucked in.
On his feet, were converse. I stared at him, odd.
"Only black shoes I own." He explained, Kayden in his arms.
Oh yeah. Cameron only has three pairs of shoes.
White nikes for gym, black sandals for the beach and the pool. And converse for everything else.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, changing the subject.
"French toast." Lilian said, sitting on the couch by Cameron.
"I second that." Cameron said, bouncing Kayden on his lap.
Of course they want mom's favorite.
During breakfast, dad walked down, fully dressed. Still half asleep. Typical dad.
"Hey." He yawned. I got up and made him a plate.
I sat it infront of him, and he looked up at me, confused.
I pointed to Lilain & Cameron.
"They ordered it." I said, sitting back down. He chuckled.
"No surprise." He said, taking a bit.
"Dad did you call the church?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Tell people the funeral was at ten a.m. Not p.m?"
"Yes."
"Called your work and said you'd be taking a week off?"
"No." He said.
"Well call them!" I said.
"Said I'd be taking two weeks off." He said.
Finished, he got up, and scrapped his plate.
He went to the living room, and scopped up Kayden, laying her head on his chest.
I got up, and took Lilian's plate.
"What about mine?" Cameron asked.
"You can scrape your plate." I scoffed, putting the plates in the sink.
At nine thirty, we drove to the church.
Kimmie, David, & Jason were already there.
"Hey Dallas." Kimmie said, hugging me.
"Hey Kimmie." I said, hugging the red head back.
"Hey Dally." Jason said, hugging me. Only Jason can call me Dally.
I smiled. I've always liked Jason's hugs.
The only person who knew I liked Jason is being buried today.
It's closed casket. Her body got fire. It's just a skeleton now.
"You okay Dallas?" David asked.
I nodded, fighting back tears.
"Dally. If you want to cry. Just cry. No one will judge you." Jason said.
As if on command, I started crying. Jason hugged me tighter, as I sobbed into his chest.
I thought it was strange. I never cry.
I didn't even cry when I caught my ex Evan fucking Lauren, the school slut!
But I was crying. Real tears. Weird.
When I pulled away, Jason chuckled.
"What's so fucking funny?" I growled.
"Your make up's still perfect." Jason said, making me grin.
I've only smiled twice today. Both times because of Jason.
That's why I like him; no matter what, he makes me smile.
