I'm here!
Hello,
I guess I should say right off the bat that this is indeed the final update.
Yeah, hopefully you all enjoy this.
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Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
When in the morning light I wake,
Teach me the path of love to take.
...
At the wake, Bug had lingered by the coffin of Brandon O'Neil longer than anyone else really.
He had stood there, complacent and still,
not really taking notice of anyone else around him.
Every now and then, Fang would step in besides her brother and cradle his hand.
Whent he town of Riverton and heard about the jock's death,
they had been stunned, wary, and sickened.
How had this happen? What had happened? Did the Riverton Ripper have soemthing to do with it?
The answer to all of this had been...
Alex Dunkleman.
According to Bug,
Brandon and Alex had gone into a fight at the hospital,
about what, no really knows,
but Fang does...along with her brother and pretty much the other Riverton seven...or six, now.
"Hes gone, Fang," Bug whispered, watching the corpse of the jock, the body that now only served as cold dead flesh,
there was no Brandon O'Neil in there anymore...his soul had been taken...
freed...to live on in the afterlife...
"I know, Bug, I know..." Fang whispered back, clutching her brother's shoulders affectionately. Since Brandon's death,
the two had grown quite close, hell even aunt May noticed,
in fact she noticed a lot, even now as she watched her son, technically nephew,
cry over Brandon she knew that there were many things that were left unsaid still.
Perhaps...she didn't know much about Adam as she had thought...
...
Chandelle was the next one to walk up to the casket, along with Jerome and Jay, and she cried silently,
her eyes trailing over the boy that her heart use to belong to.
"It's okay," Jerome soothed, holding his sister as she clung to him for support.
The girl nodded, resting her head on her brother's shoulder, catching the eyes of Jay who looked down at her in pity and concern.
"I'm sorry," he mouthed to her, earning a small smile.
"Thank you," She mouthed back.
Her eyes left the asian boy for a moment until she glanced over at Brandon's parents and Brittany,
they always had been the chummiest.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," Brinttany stated, stanidn before Mrs. O'Neil who nodded.
"Yes well, hes in a better place..."
Brittany nodded.
"I'm just so glad that he was able to leave this world with such a beautiful love for you."
Brittany paused, "For me?"
"Of course," the woman laughed lightly with a tear, "he used to always talk about the blond girl he was in love with, always telling me how he had actually found someone that could hold up his interest and heart...oh, thank you for filling up my boy with love."
The woman enveloped Brittany into a hug, who smiled in wonder in return, accepting it hesitantly.
"You're such a beauty Brittany Hellerman," Mr. O'Neil stated.
It was then that Brittany understood, nodding with a discrete look towards Bug who still watched the casket longingly with Fang by his side.
"...my name is Brittany Cunnigham," the girl stated truthfully, "and I'm sorry but...I am not the one your son loved."
Mrs. O'Neil looked at the girl confused, looking at her husband in awe, "but he said he loved a sweet blonde Hellerman, he also mentioned them being part of the Riverton seven...I forsure thought that you were the Hellerman..."
"I'm sorry," The girl whispered, nodding in disagreement, "but he did not love me like that...not in the way he did to whoever he did love..."
"...perhaps I have the last name wrong..." Mrs. O'Neil whispered to her husband, glancing at Bug who stood by the casket, "afterall, he is the only other Hellerman I know of..."
"Perhaps so..." Mr. O'Neil stated, also watching Bug by the casket, yet from the looks of it...he was able to truelly see what had happened... "Lets go pass out the prayer cards now, sweetie..."
Penelope had overhead the two parents talking but chose to remain quiet,
she believed that Brittany had done the right thing, informing the two that she hadn't been the lover yet not declaring that she knew who it was.
In that way, no one got hurt...yet no one would also ever know the truth, which can prove to be a loss...
The girl walked over to Bug silently, placing a rose in his hand.
Instantly Bug had looked up, smiling smally at the girl who only nodded with words of encouragement, "hes in a better place now, Bug...and god will not punish Alex coldheartedly..."
After that, the girl had moved away from him, her own heart aching from the truth of it all,
she had lost her only true love in this world, had lost Bug to Brandon O'Neil and even Alex Hellerman,
and thouhg many would suspect her to be bitter or even envious she found herself free.
Love was such a complicated issue, it deters the soul and creates unimaginable pain and sorrow, and maybe now...she could actually be free from the pain and follow the teachings of god easier and sufficiently. Yet, let her soul always remember what once was, for partly sad memories are better than feeling nothing at all.
...
Even after they had buried Brandon, Bug had felt as if he had never left,
as if he was still with him...inside him...
Fang had said that was a natural thing to feel when you lose someone, or even if that someone had simply left you.
Yet, he could not feel Alex...
which irked him to no end.
Sure, his bestfriend had killed someone, and sure he was wanted for murder...yet,
Bug only wished that he could be here, besides him.
That day, whent thw two had fought over him, he had been torned,
and then came the moment when Alex had stabbed the jock with his pocket knife,
probably due to the fact that Brandon had tried to beat the crap out of his face.
The whole thing had happened so fast, that it now seemed unreal to the blonde.
Alex had begun to cry, fear evident in his face as Brandon began to die,
in a quick haste Bug had ordered him to leave, to run away and never come back.
It wasn't a order out of spite though, it had been out of worry, and to assure it so Bug had kissed Alex a farewell,
leaving the taste of his bestfriend to forever linger on his lips.
When the police had shown up, Alex had already fled and Brandon had already died within his arms,
whispering, 'I love you,' one final time.
Bug had never chosen, he awknowledged that now,
standing beneath the rain that poured over the cementary.
Perhaps he would never, perhaps he was never going to,
or perhaps he just couldn't find it in his mind to ever make such a decision.
In the end, he loved them both, both in equally different ways...
and right now, right here, he wished he could be selfish and have them both...
because now he had neither...
he had no one aside from his family. That itself should be a blessing, yet his heart ached for more,
he wanted so much more...
yet, his soul had decided to make everything so complicated...
so inadequate and confusing...
And for his bestfriend Alex, and for Brandon, he would gladly fake happiness,
because Alex had always told him, which he learned from Brandon growing up, that to be a man you had to fake it...
So, he would fake it, fake it hard, and fake it good...
Neither of them would have it any other way.
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Sadness...
Yup, tis the end,
which i decided to go with a more traditional ending like the film.
Hopefully, I closed off many of the things I had opened.
If not, I apologize.
Please review and such.
Sorry for grammar.
As a side note: Alex was never seen again.
-Peace.