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After I had finished my little speech about dad, Jake went up to do his, and was followed by Mark. Jessica went up, and then Kim did, but after that, Nigel went up, and everyone in the funeral home was turning around, or whispering to their neighbour, asking what was up. Everyone knew that Mike should have gone up after Kim, and when Kyle was finished his speech and the funeral continued, people knew something was up.

When the funeral was finally over, I got up to say my goodbyes to Elliot. As I stood up, he pulled me into a hug.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry!" Elliot gave his condolences again as he rubbed my back in comfort. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

"Thanks…and it was nice seeing you again Elliot...even under these circumstances and everything," I told Elliot as I pulled away from the hug.

Elliot smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Listen Sarah…I don't mean to throw this on you all of a sudden…but are you seeing someone now? Cause I dunno….I was kinda wondering if you wanted to maybe...uh…go out sometime?"

I gulped. I hadn't really been seeing anyone since high school. I had a bunch of one night stands while I was sick, but I'd rather forget about those. Elliot was my first crush and boyfriend if you want to call it that, because we only went out the one time, and hadn't really seen each other since that summer. But looking at him now, he was really attractive and was still really nice, which was what made me fall for him 10 years ago.

I smiled and looked at Elliot.

"I'll think about it," I answered, uncertain.

Elliot frowned.

"Sarah, if you don't want to, it's fine…."

I sighed.

"Elliot, just let me think about it, alright?" I laughed.

Elliot gave me a small smile.

"Alright, fair enough!" he replied laughing, giving in. "Hey, tell Mike I say hi?" Elliot added. "I didn't see him here today, and I haven't talked to him in years!"

I bit my lip to keep myself from ranting on about how Mike has changed over the years, and that he was no longer that innocent little kid Elliot remembered him as.

"I'll try…but I don't really talk to him much anymore," I answered.

"Is everything okay?" Elliot asked, concerned.

Even though I was sort of friends with Elliot again, I wasn't about to reveal what exactly has happened to me and Mike over the past few years. It was pretty personal stuff that I didn't feel like getting into detail about right now.

"Uh…yeah, just family problems," I answered quickly, not giving away too much information.

"Is it really bad?" Elliot asked. "Is it the whole family? Or just a few people? Did-"

"Why don't I explain everything to you over dinner sometime?" I interrupted, smiling.

Elliot's face immediately brightened, and a huge smile immediately appeared on his face. He then turned around, and I saw him nodding at someone.

"My brother's driving me home and he's leaving now, so I better go!" Elliot told me. He then grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled down something. He then handed me the piece of paper, and wrapped me up in another hug, kissing me on the cheek before he pulled away.

"Call me!" Elliot shouted, as he walked away. He waved back at me as he walked outside, and with that, he was gone.

No more then a few seconds after Elliot left, I heard Jake calling my name. I looked around, and saw him a few rows back, motioning me over. I quickly speed walked over to see what he wanted.

Jake smiled at me as I got closer to him. I forced to smile back at him.

"Hey, how you doing?" my brother asked me.

I shrugged.

"I'm okay. What's going on?" I asked.

Jake looked around to see if there was anyone nearby before answering. He then turned his attention back to me.

"Do you know where Mike is?" Jake asked me, whispering.

"Why would you expect me to know!" I retorted, a little louder then I had originally intended since a few people around were looking at me mysteriously.

Jake ignored the people turning to look at us and lowered his voice before speaking.

"No one knows where he is," Jake explained. "We think that Mike uh…took off," he added.

I had a really bad feeling about this since I had a missing car now, along with a missing brother, who seems to hate my guts at the moment. I sighed. Was it Mike who had taken my car? Because I knew that he had no method of transportation of his own here.

"You mean, take off like I did?" I asked.

Jake shrugged.

"I guess," he answered. "But I about know as much as you do about what's going on."

I shook my head.

"Can we leave here please? This is all too much to take in for one day for me," I told Jake.

"Yeah, we should probably get out of here now anyways. I think this place is starting to clear out," Jake agreed. "Are you going back to the house?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"I honestly have no idea Jake. I have a plane leaving early tomorrow morning, and my rental car is gone, my little brother hates me, and I just-"

"Sarah, come on. I'll drive you back to the house, and we'll see what'll happen from there, alright?" Jake interrupted.

"But are you sure I can stay there?" I asked as we walked outside.

Jake's body froze as he opened his car door, shaking his head at me.

"Sarah, it's your family's house. Of course you're welcome there!" Jake laughed.

I slammed the passenger door shut.

"I've never lived there, or stayed there before, that's why I'm unsure of it!" I explained, getting frustrated.

"Sarah, chill. It's gonna be fine," Jake reassured me as he drove.

"You're sure Jake?" I asked.

"I'm positive Sarah!" Jake laughed.

I smiled. It wasn't that so much that I was worried about, it was more interacting with people that I was afraid and unsure about. But Jake didn't need to know that.

About 5 minutes later, we pulled into the driveway. I shook away this morning's bad memories of being here away as I followed Jake into the house.

"We're home!" Jake called. Silence answered us, so I guess we were the first people to arrive here.

I looked around the house, getting a better look at it. It was without a doubt a gorgeous house. It was brand new when my parents bought it, and all the furniture was brand new and high quality. Without having to spend so much money on us kids, it looked like my parents had finally had a chance to invest in a really nice home. They had managed to keep everything clean too, and all the fabrics and floors matched.

Just then, a piece of neon pink paper lying on the bottom of the staircase stuck out from the rest of the clean house.

"What's this?" I asked as I walked over to pick it up.

"What's what?" Jake asked coming from the kitchen, munching on an apple.

"Oh my gosh…." I read the note, then passed it onto Jake. My brother quickly read the note, then gasped. I started crying a bit as I reread the note.

Yeah. I left before I even HAD to go to stupid dad's stupid funeral. I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but it's not like he ever gave a shit about me anyways. I'm leaving this house too, and I'm never coming back either. Don't try getting in touch with me down or anything, because I'll just ignore you. So just leave me alone and get the hell out of my life. All of you.

P.S. Nice car Sarah! You want it back? Too bad, cause you're never getting it back.

Jake gulped.

"Oh shit…" he mumbled.


And that marks the end of our story! Don't worry, I'm going to do a sequel! I'm not sure when it's coming out…but there will be one!

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~Lauren!