Morbid

The widow overhead was closed. There was nothing much to see, be it be open, since it was a cloudy day. It was the day of Graham's funeral. I spent the week holed up in my room thinking. I thought about my life. I thought about Jen's, Graham's, Paul's, Reeds and so on. I felt really unsocial. I didn't want to deal with life. Too many set backs. Too many loss chances. Too many things not going my way.

My relationship with Reed wasn't as good as it once been. I still felt as if I loved her, but I never had any idea how to show it. Valentine's Day was coming soon (three days in fact) and I had no idea what I should do. I could think of anything special. Anything different then what some other guy would do.

For the first time in my life I felt truly sad and angry at myself. I wasn't able to say Jen from killing herself and I decided to ignore Graham when he was worried. I acted as a bad brother. Everyday, the voice inside my head kept saying, "Graham's Right"

I believe that Easton is haunted. As long as you're in Easton nothing happy could happen. Life was morbid till you did something crazy. Now is the time for me to take risks. The problem is I don't know what risks I should do.

I suddenly heard a soft tick-tak sound on the door as the door swung open and Paul walked in. Paul's back was hunched over, with a serious look on his face. I noticed that he had a suitcase in his hand and he was walking towards his dresser.

"You're leaving?" I asked rhetorically. Not waiting for an answer I continued, "Your job calling?"

Paul nodded. "My dad needs me for a very important heist. If this one doesn't work. It would be 'Bye, Bye fortune and riches.' Definitely not something I want to happen."

I smirked. "Sure you don't want to miss the funeral."

"I've been to enough funerals to last me a lifetime. I even been to my own."

Laughing, I remarked. "Doubt that."

Paul rolled his eyes and said. "I would really like it if you talked to Josh sometime. I have a feeling that if you do, you would feel better."

"That guy seems to hate me."

"I doubt that. If you stop being so shy, you'll realized that there is another side to that sad dude. You could even be best friends."

Like that was going to happen. "Well good luck. Seen you went you come back."

"I'll be back around spring break. This heist I am doing is pretty major." Paul made eye contact with me and for a second I thought I saw Jen. It was a crazy feeling and a second later the feeling was gone.

So I nodded and Paul left, bag in hand, out the door. And I was left alone again.

Or so I thought. About ten minutes later, Trey, Hunter and Weston went into my room. I have been ignoring them all week, but they didn't seem too sad about it. I wonder what they were here to tell me. Probably that they hated my aloofness.

My three new friends sat down on Paul's bed. We stared at each other for a few moments then laughed.

"I'm sorry I have been ignoring you three lately. I been pretty busy moaning and groaning for awhile, but I have finally come to the fact that I had nothing to do, at all with Graham's suicide."

"Detective Hauer would probably start believing that you pretended your siblings' suicides and killed them yourself." Hunter said, causing Weston to punch his arm.

Glaring at West and Hunter, Trey said "It's not your fault that your family is so messed up. It is not your fault and I hope that you can soon start acting like yourself again."

"The problem is that you don't even know me that well. We just met three weeks ago and know your suddenly acting like were best friends." I remarked.

"We are. It doesn't matter that we met each other recently. The second I spoke to you I knew that you are just like me. We both like and have amazing girls and have no idea what is the right thing to do with our luck." Trey said.

Trey was right. So forgetting that momentary, creepy feeling of Paul being Jen, I decide to agree and be truthful for once. "True. I am so glad I met you."

Trey and I continued for a few more hours talking about our lives, our similarities, our differences and other things best friends talked about. Hunter and West left the room (Hunter sighed "girls", I knew that some real girls don't talk a lot) to let us talk.

The hours went by so fast that I didn't realized that 6pm pasted and that Trey and I were late for the funeral. We cut our conversation about worries about our girlfriends' problems to run to the funeral.

The funeral was set in the chapel. All the seats had blue cushions on them and there was a bright, big chandelier hanging up, on the ceiling. People were just finishing up with getting into the proper seating arrangements by our grades. I sat on the left side by the other boy juniors (most of who I didn't know) and Trey sat with the boy seniors.

The only word I have to describe the funeral is morbid. For the first time this week I actually cried about Graham's death and the secret I knew that Reed was keeping from me about Graham. I know that I can act like a girl sometimes but would you really not cry on a funeral about problems. Most sane people, I believe, should cry at funerals.

After there was a reception outside. Crazy as it seems to be outside for hours, on a cold February day, it was what my father decided. Given that Graham was always happiest in the winter months.

I went straight to where Josh was standing by the reception table. It felt like a good time to do what I promised Paul I would do. "Hey." I said softly.

"Hi."

Overcoming my nerves I quickly said. "Look, I don't really know you, but I've wanted to talk to you about something."

"Well, I'm not really in the mood to talk to someone who is now the boyfriend of the first girl I ever loved."

"I know. The thing is I believe that if we knew each other better, everything would work out better in the end."

"Just leave me alone. I'm tired. Go away. I made a mistake last semester and now I am going to have to live the rest of my life regretting it. Stop gloating and never talk to me again." Then Josh left.

"Guess that didn't work out the way either of us planed." I heard Amberly say behind me.

"What do you mean? You have nothing to do with want I just did." I glared at her.

"I know, but it feels like I should have something to do with your life. Please." She said sarcastically.

"No thanks." I turned around to catch up with Trey and we walked back to Ketlers.

"Guess you are not going to be friends with your girlfriend's ex." Trey remarked.

"Guess not" I smiled. "But at least I got you as a friend and Reed as a girlfriend."

"Where was Reed tonight anyway?" Trey asked.

"Oh she had a New York weekend planed with Noelle."

"Your father allowed that!" Trey exclaimed.

"Yeah, he thought Reed deserved a break."