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Freddie's POV

(A/N: This starts at Marissa Benson's service. I've skipped to then.)

I was twenty-three and a half minutes late. The clouds filled the sky, looking as if they were going to cry. I should have cried, but I couldn't feel anything. I was still continuously numb, the pills had made me feel nothing. Everyone said what they thought about my mom, trying to make it touching. And then as if the sermons had hurt the clouds so much, it began to pour rain. The graveyard was silent except for the soft sounds of piano and people cherish my mother in their minds. I wanted to cry so badly, because seeing the box of white wood made me want to break it open. I remembered the times I'd had with my mom; the time we got lost in Japan and she found me from the chip she had implanted in my head as a little kid. My crazy mother loved me though, and she showed it every time she had the chance. The tears really did want to be there, but they just couldn't be.

"Freddie!" I heard a familiar voice shriek happily.

"Oh hey, Carly. How have you been doing?" I said cooly.

"Oh, Freddie, we've missed you so much."

"We?"

"Well, yeah, Sam, Gibby, and I."

"Gibby?"

"Let me explain. After college, Sam moved back in to help her mom, who became paralyzed the year after. So I see her from time to time, because Spencer and I are still living in Bushwell Plaza."

"You never left Bushwell?" I asked, shocked that Carly had never moved on.

"No, Spence and I moved into the penthouse of Bushwell after Lewbert left to fulfill his dream of being a professional fly fisher," Carly seemed so sure about this.

"Flyfishing, huh? Hm, didn't think he had it in him to leave his beloved lobby."

Carly giggled at this. I remembered the time we had given Lewbert a confetti basket of muffins. It had blown up and my mom had taken care of Lewbert for the following weeks while he healed from the accident. They had fallen in love. I shuttered remembering that experience. "Yeah, well I guess he decided the residents of Bushwell deserved better."

"How'd you ever afford to move into the penthouse, anyways? That must have cost a fortune!"

"Spencer finally hit it big with his sculptures; they're all over America. One in almost every famous mueseum."

"That's great for him!"

"Yeah, he enjoys it. I used a lot of the money he gave me to buy some lots on Seattle- I bought Sam and her mom Hannah a house, I bought the graveyard, and a minimall."

A minimall?! Carly had done well for herself.

"Wow, so you guys must be doing great."

"You could say that. Well, Freddie, I have to go oversee the rest of your mom's funeral. I'm really sorry about the incident," Carly said sweetly as she hugged me tight. She really had become beautiful. But I wouldn't ask if she was dating. Not today.

"Thank you Carly, I hope I can see you soon." Wait- she still hadn't explained about Gibby. Oh well.

Carly turned away to go and greet my stepfather and comfort my sisters Lucy and Dawn, who had always really liked Carly. She was like a big sister to them. I turned to walk away from the small crowd of people who had shown up to pay respects when I saw Gibby.

"Hey, Gibby." I looked down at his stomach. He had lost all of his weight and sculpted rock hard abs. "You look awesome, man."

"Thanks, it took a really long time, but it was totally worth it. Girls love me, dude," he bragged. He had dropped all his baby fat from his face, and I bet now when he took his shirt off and danced, it wasn't just a little overweight girl who went crazy for him anymore.

"What have you been up to, Gib?"

"Digging graves and owning a club in downtown Seattle."

"You dig graves now? Are you burying my mom?"

"Yeah. Hey, there's a huge party at Jake Crandall's mansion on the hill tonight, dude. Gonna head over there after we finish burying your mom. Sorry about that by the way."

"Eh, these things happen. Yeah, that sounds good. Jake Crandall has a mansion now?"

"Yeah, he invented something or other in like senior year of college and sold it for a couple hundred million."

"Wow, I never thought he would be better than he already was."

"Yeah, but he went half bald at 25 and he wears glasses now. People still find him cute though, but everyone thinks he's thirty something."

"HUh. Well, it was nice seeing you," I said. Something crossed my mind. Would Sam be here? Naw, she hated my mom.

"Diddo. See you at the party tonight." Gibby said. Was he high or something?

"Okay, bye."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Took me awhile, but I know it's not that long. I'll try and post later tonight. R&R loves!