I don't own Grown Ups just my made up characters.

So here's the next chapter. I think i'm going to continue this story because I kinda enjoy writing it. So if you could tell me if you like it or if I need to fix something go ahead.

Enjoy!

Today was the day of the funeral. I had gotten up earlier than Marcus, so I decided to make breakfast for the two of us. As I was cooking the eggs, I went over a mental list of things I made sure I had packed.

Uncle Marcus came out of his room as I just finished making breakfast. He inhaled and grined at me before digging into his plate of food. We ate in silence as birds chirpping could be heard through closed windows.

Since I had lived with Uncle Marcus for my whole life, I knew that he acted strange when it came to the topic of death. As soon as he finished eating I noticed him acting a bit weird.

I left him alone in the dining room to think. I picked out an outfit before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I did fixed my hair before going to my room. (Outfit - polyvore ( /im_just_average_chap_funeral/set?id=51432307 )

I sat on my bed thinking about my parents. When I was a kid everything was great. Uncle Marcus and my dad were big goofballs. My mom was beautiful, sweet and nice. We were so much alike, so I always heard. After I turned 5, they started to get busy. I was no longer their joy and pride, their company was.

Uncle Marcus took me in after he found out how my parents had been neglecting me. Everyone knew that Marcus couldn't handle any responsiblitly, but he had done a good job taking care of me.

Uncle Marcus had broken my thoughts as he knocked on the door, telling me that we were leaving. I nodded and sighed before taking my bags to the front door.

It wasn't a long drive to the funeral home so we weren't late. The funeral was to start at 10. We stayed quiet the whole ride their, which was strange for him, but I knew the reason why.

We arrived at the funeral home and their were already a lot of people their. We found a parking spot near the back.

We walked up to where uncle Marcus's friends stood.

"..No cell phones!" Lenny said to his son.

I looked at who he was yelling at and froze for a second. He was pretty cute, but looked to be a little spoiled, but still cute. He also looked to be around my age if not the same. I blushed and looked down when he looked at me with a smirk.

"Wait, no cell phones? Then I'm outta hear." Marcus said.

"Higgy." Lenny said smiling at his friend.

"Who's ready to get their funeral on?" Marcus half-says and half-sings, while doing a little dance. He walked up to them. "I'm sorry, death makes me weird. What's up, McKenzie?" They gave each other a quick one armed hug. "You got some soft hands, still using Palmolive?"

"Hey, What's up Lenny?" Marcus said as he moved over to Lenny. They gave a quick hug as well. "Buddy, I thought you were gonna start working out!"

"What does that mean?" Lenny asked with a laugh.

"Um, your fat?"

"No, no!" Lenny says, still with a slight laugh "Hey, guys, this is good news. I always wanted to represent you. You're the third Olsen twin?"

Marcus laughed before muttering, "Keep it down"

I felt someone tapp my shoulder and I turned around to find a girl my age smiling at me.

She held out her hand for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Charlotte. Are you going to the lake house?"

I smiled at her. "Hey, I'm Willow, and yeah I'm going to the lake house, so don't worry about having no one to talk to." We both shared a laugh.

We stood and talked about what things we had in common and stuff like that, while the adults talked and reunited.

"Um, Mr. Cutie Hollywood has been staring at you for like a solid 2 minutes." Charlotte giggled as I blushed red. "Somebody has a crush." She sang.

"Yeah, yeah. It's nothing. He's just a stuck up Hollywood boy." I said and motioned her up the funeral home stairs inside.

I heard her mumble under her breath but I didn't bother asking what she said. I sat next to Uncle Marcus in the pew behind Lenny and his family.

"It was nice of us. It's your money too, isn't it?" I hear Lenny say.

Marcus leaned in between them. "Yeah, it's your money, it''s his money, it's my money. Let's put all our cash in a pile and split it." He turned to Roxanne and said, "That's a nice hat, it really brings out the death in the room." He sniffs, "I'm sorry, I'm nervous. It's a funeral, I get weird."

I chuckled quietly before silencing as the funeral had begun.