AN/ Well funerals… I personally dislike funerals but I attempted to write one anyway. Thank you for the reviews and helping with my bad grammar. I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with One Tree Hill or any of the characters associated with the show. The characters you don't recognise are of my imagination. I also don't own Saliva or their song Broken Sunday (I love this song) either.

The funeral rolled around quickly, a little too quickly if you asked me but it wasn't like I could avoid it. Amy's parents arranged everything which I am so thankful for because I don't think I could handle it as selfish as that sounds. I am more worried about Izzie. She cries a lot and is very quiet. Peyton and I haven't left her side since we heard the news five days before and we comfort her every time she cries but I wish I could help her, take her pain away.

I rolled onto my back and put my hands behind my head. Izzie is lying to my right sleeping restlessly while Peyton is lying to my left, turning every ten to fifteen seconds in her sleep. Yes I have been counting it takes my mind of what today is. The day after we heard the news Izzie crawled into my bed in the middle of the night in tears. Peyton hearing Izzie crying joined us too and every night since we all have slept in my bed.

I groaned in frustration and sat up, knowing that I won't be getting any sleep any time soon so I might as well get breakfast going. Now how am I going to get out of bed? I thought to myself but a moment later Peyton rolled into me and woke herself up.

She looked up at me sleepily "Sorry" She whispered, blushing a little.

"It's fine. I was up anyway" She nodded and sat up to check on Izzie. I tensed as she lent over me slightly but she noticed it immediately and sat back. An awkward silence soon followed and I hoped that Izzie would wake up and break it.

"I… Er... Will get breakfast started" She stuttered as she got out of bed and made her way to the door.

"Yeah… I'll be down in a minute" I replied. She nodded and opened the bedroom door.

I exhaled and run my hand through my hair. Ever since we heard the news things have been weird between Peyton and I and I don't know what to do about it. I looked down at Izzie's sleeping form before getting up and joining Peyton is the kitchen.

She stood by the oven holding a frying pan and wearing a pair of dark blue PJ bottoms and a black vest top, her hair wilder then usual. I walked over to the coffee machine and turned it on.

"I don't actually know why I'm making breakfast. Izzie wont want to eat anything and I'm not hungry. How about you? She asked turning to me. I shook my head and with a sigh she put the frying pan back and sat at the table with her back to me. I watched as she wringed her hands together.

"Stop watching me Lucas" I looked away immediately and at the coffee machine, feeling like an idiot. I took my black coffee and sat opposite her. I tried not to meet her eyes as she watched me but it was like having an itch and fighting not to scratch it. Our eyes met and I froze.

"Morning" Peyton said cheerfully a few minutes later. I turned to see an exhausted Izzie. She didn't reply. She just took a seat beside Peyton, head in hands. Peyton rubbed her back slowly. Izzie smiled weakly at her and stood up.

"Where you going Izzie?"

"To get ready" Both Peyton and my eyes met in worried expressions.

"I'm fine. Stop doing that!" Izzie snapped as she left. I exhaled and drunk the rest of my coffee.

Churches. We have a love/hate relationship. I use to love going to Sunday school when I was younger and I made a few friends there but now looking up at the grand old church that towed over us menacingly I'm starting to despise it for the simple fact that we are all here for my mother's funeral.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop the waterfall of tears just waiting to flow. Peyton stood beside me doing the same. To anyone who doesn't know her personally you would think that she is calm and collected but I know that on the inside she is breaking and just putting on this front that she has to hide her pain. I also know that she hates churches along with hospitals since her Grandfather, both her birth Mother and adopted Mother and now her best friend have all passed away. At least she knows what I'm going through I thought to myself as I snaked my hand into hers. She looked down at me and smiled weakly at me.

"Iz" I turned around to see Aaron standing there. He is wearing a black suit and tie with a white shirt; his dark brown hair is much shorter and is brushed back when usually he has it spiked or he is wearing one of his many hats. His light green eyes met mine and I had to fight back a sob. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I waited for the safe, calming feeling that usually washes over me when he hugs me but it didn't. I closed my eyes fighting back more tears. Damn tears! I thought.

Hearing Aaron's parents and older brother greet Lucas brought me back to reality. I let go off Aaron and looked down at the floor, not wanting to look him in the eyes again.

"Izzie" I looked up to see Haley, Nathan, Jamie, Skills, Mouth, Bevin, Dan and two men I didn't know. Haley stepped forward first and hugged me, telling me she was sorry. Nathan who had just hugged Lucas moved on to me next then Skill's. They both told me they are sorry as well and I had to fight back the growing resentment for that word. I've already heard it eleven times and it does not help.

"Izzie this Junk and Fergie" Lucas said. He looks terrible with a solemn face and sad eyes but I turned to the two men and shook all of their hands silently. They all sent me that sympathetic, pity smile like I just lost my dog or something. I looked away quickly before I rolled my eyes at them. Dan walked over lastly and bent down to my level with open his arms. I step into him and let him hug me tightly. He was the only person who didn't say that he is sorry or sent me that smile or worse that "you poor girl" look.

"We better go in" Nathan said. Dan let go off me and smiled a small smile before standing up. Everyone started walking towards the church but I grabbed Aaron's arm to stop him.

"Sit with me" He nodded and we caught up with the others. I kept my focus on the floor when we entered the church so I didn't have to meet everyone's sorry eyes and the coffin that is sitting up front. I took a deep breath and watched Lucas sit down first, Peyton sat next then me and finally Aaron. I didn't know where to look. I can't look up front because I'll have to look at the coffin. I can't look at Peyton because she is crying already and I can't look at Aaron because he keeps sending me encouraging smiles that aren't helping. I started to shift in my seat, trying to fight anxiousness that is starting to build up; along with this throbbing headache that I have from lack of sleep, the constant heartache and empty feeling that I have since Mum died, my sore eyes from crying, my sore nose... I'm just both psychically and mentally tired. I was very thankful when the priest started to speak because I can focus on him.

By the time the ceremony was over I had to take deep breaths to control the built up emotions that I have been trying to hold in. Aaron looked over at me and placed his hand over mine. I linked our fingers and watched as four men stood and picked up the coffin. The coffin that is holding my Mother ran through my mind. A sob got caught in my throat and I lent forward to try and get rid of the claustrophobic feeling that started to attack my chest.

"Iz are you Ok?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. A hand touched my shoulder and I sat up slowly. The coffin was half way down the isle and silent tears started to run down my face. Aaron squeezed my hand gently and I felt Peyton's hand on my shoulder but I wish they would just leave me alone so I can get out of here before my chest exploded.

"L-Let me out" I told Aaron through sobs. The coffin has left the church and people have started to leave. He did as he was told and I quickly squeezed past him and out into the isle but he held onto my hand. I pushed him away, refusing to look at him. I managed to slip my hand out of his and I quickly made my way through the crowd of people and out into the open.

I watched as Izzie practically ran out of the church with that Aaron guy in tow. I wanted to go after her and hold her but I need to stop crying first. I took a hacked breath and stood. Most people have already left the church and the few people that remain are sending me small nods and sympathetic smiles. I wiped my eyes and nodded back or mouthed thank you. Peyton who is still sobbing stood up too. I took her hand again and started to run my thumb up and down hers slowly. Ever since we sat down I have been trying to comfort her but they only way I could think of is by holding her hand. It didn't help much but I tried. She held onto my hand tightly as she wiped her eyes and joined the crowd of people leaving the church with me behind her.

I inhaled through my nose as we stepped outside and let the relief wash over me. I don't think I could stay in the church any longer. I don't think anyone could. Peyton turned to face me and lent her head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and she started to cry again. I had to fight tears myself.

"Luke" I looked to right to see Keith standing there. I had to blink a few times just to make sure I wasn't seeing things but there he stood smiling at me. He looks good and hasn't changed on bit.

"Keith" I exclaimed as a few tears rolled down my face. Peyton let go off me and looked over at him too.

"Hey. I'm sorry" I nodded and hugged him but when I looked behind Keith I saw Karen standing there. She looked over at me with glassy eyes and I started to get angry.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped. She flinched and looked away.

"Luke-"

"Did you bring here?" I shouted at Keith. Everyone looked over us but I didn't care. She has no right to be here. She never liked Amy in the first place.

"Luke she's here for you" Keith tried to explain. I glared at him but I knew that he would defend her he always does.

"I don't want her here! Just go home you're not welcome" I shouted at her before storming off. I walked over to the car park and lent against someone's Jeep for a moment before I started to pace. I can't believe she is here! She has no right for a start and he has no right to bring her!

"Lucas" I heard Peyton call. I walked around the side of the Jeep so she could see me. She walked over and took my hand in hers. I looked into her eyes and started to feel guilty for making a scene.

"I'm sorry I just can't believe that she is here-"

She cupped my cheek. "Luke-"

"-She shouldn't be here" I tried to explain.

She smiled a little and kissed me delicately. "It's Ok" I smiled back and put my hands around her waist. I saw someone standing a foot away out of the corner of my eye and looking over I realised it is a distraught Izzie. She looked at me through irritated eyes then looked at Peyton.

"Izzie" Peyton tried to say but Izzie shook her head and walked away.

AN/ Well it took me like a day and a half to decided how to play this out since a suggestion was made and I couldn't make up my mind so in the end I decided to do both. You'll have to tell me if this chapter was any good or not and I should have an update either tomorrow or the day after. I know what I need to write I just need to write it… if that made sense lol

Reviews and Suggestions are always welcome

Deanie