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JACK'S POV-

"Yo, dude. You gotta get up." A slight Hispanic accent called to me from my doorway. I groaned and rolled a pillow on to my face.

"Let's go, Jack. Big day today."

I sat up and glared at my best friend. Jerry smirked back at my bedhead and sleepy frown. He was already showered and dressed, which didn't bother me much. Jerry's always the first one to fall asleep and the first to wake up. The neon green lights on my alarm clock read 6.45am. I sighed and rolled off my bed.

Two hours later, five bowls of cereal and three cups of coffee later, Jerry and I were standing in front of Kim's apartment door. We knocked and soon Kim opened the door and half smiled. She had on a black dress and she had barely put on makeup and she looked beautiful. I tried to smile but I was too tired and too sad to even manage.

"Hey Kim." I heard Jerry's voice behind me.

"Hey Jerry." Kim waved at him.

"Ready to go?" I asked her. Kim nodded and we all started walking down the hallway. Soon enough, we were driving towards the funeral home. I started thinking about the people I would see there. Surely Aunt Isabella, Sheila's twin. She's probably taking it the hardest... Joey, her first boyfriend, Maria... Wait, what if..No, they were banished from the family... They wouldn't be there. I shook the thought out of my head. The car was totally silent, with Kim looking out the window and Jerry inspecting his nails. Finally, we arrived at the depressing looking building. People were already entering the building. I suddenly felt so unsure and nervous I was sure my legs were going to give out. I grabbed Kim's hand impulsively, and she squeezed back, which comforted me a lot. Family members, friends and acquaintances started crowding around me, saying sorry and giving me hugs and crying. I nodded my head and moved on, afraid that I might start to cry. I looked over at Jerry and Kim. Jerry was watching the crowd, his eyes pointing out specific people. Jerry practically knew my entire family line. Kim looked scared, on the other hand. She didn't know who any of these people were. I walked her over to the corner and started pointing out who was who.

"There's Aunt Isabella, she was my Aunt Sheila's twin." I looked at her, sobbing in the arms of her husband, totally inconsolable.

"That's Joey, Sheila's first real boyfriend."

"That's Maria, my aunt's best friend."

I remembered these people. I remembered how they smell, how they talk, how they hug, the gifts they've given me, the songs they've sung to me... All these people are here to celebrate the life of my Aunt Sheila. She was influential on all these people. I started laughing to myself at stories I remembered. I told Kim all of them, and she thought they were funny too. Jerry got up to go do something, and I was trying to remember the end of a story I was telling Kim, when suddenly I felt something in the room freeze. I looked up in mid-word and stopped. I had seen their faces, in photos, and I'd heard their voices, in videos, but never, have I ever seen them in the flesh. Except when they gave me up for adoption. My parents, aged and wrinkled, stood in the center of the room. I couldn't feel myself. I saw Kim wave her hand in front of my face and look towards the couple. I tried to speak but I couldn't. My thoughts ranged from why are they here? To Why the hell are they here? To Why didn't they want me? To finally, Please don't notice me, I'm not prepared...

"Come on." I practically whispered to Kim. I grabbed her hand and walked to the other side of the room.

"Who is that Jack? Why is everyone looking at them?" Kim was really confused and I felt terrible for not telling her. I couldn't find the words to speak. Luckily, I didn't have to. The priest entered the room and spoke,

"We are now about to begin the service, if you could kindly please step into the church."

I sat there through the whole speech about how great Sheila was and how she will be missed. But all I could focus on was my parents. They sat on the other side of the room in the front.

"And now Jack Brewer, Sheila's nephew will come up and say some words." OHSHITWHAT I AM NOT PREPARED. I was also really not prepared to walk past the people who deserted me and abandoned me because they weren't prepared to have a child... But I did. I stepped up to the podium, and tried to still my quaking hands.

"Aunt Sheila was not only one of my best friends, companions, and aunt, she was my mother and father figure. She raised me since I was small. I had known her since was a child, with her funny stories and Mexican candy and he statues of dogs everywhere. She was my teacher, my guide. She helped me through riding a bike, my first day of school, puberty and finals. Aunt Sheila was the most important person in my life. When we got kicked out of our home, she held her head high and immediately started working three jobs, on top of handling me. She was the strongest woman I had ever met. Tonight, I'll go home, and there will be no one to make dinner for, or watch Oprah with, or discuss life with. But she will always be there, in my heart. That's what she told me the night before she died. That she'd always be with me. She'll always be with all of us. In our thoughts, as well as our hearts."

It was like fireworks. The applause roared so loudly, it was like the blood flowing pumping in my head, making my body throb with nervousness. I didn't even realize what was happening until I was with Jerry and Kim in the reception area. We sat drinking water in the corner and I tried to quench my nervous thirst. I just wanted to go home, get out of my uncomfortable suit, maybe change my name so my parents never find me... There they were, sitting diagonally across the room from us. I saw my mom catch my eye and widen her eyes. She looked stunned to see me. Jerry must've seen them too, because he leaned over and said

"Dude, that's-"

"I know Jerry."

Kim looked like she was about to scream, but all I could focus on was the couple walking towards us. My ears shut off, my head got lightheaded, I could barely breathe. And then, they were standing in front of me.

"Jack." The woman spoke.

I couldn't look at them. "What."

"Aren't you gonna say hello to your parents?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kim's mouth drop and Jerry get all nervous. I tried to regain my wits.

"Who are you again? Because I'm pretty sure you just said you were my parents. Which is crazy, because I don't have parents. So if you'll excuse us." I said back, reaching for Kim's hand while gesturing for Jerry to get up so we can leave. The woman gave me a stern look and made me sit back down. The man standing behind her was in awe of me. He just stood there, not saying a word. I glared at him.

"Jack, we're sorry we left you, but we didn't want to take care of a kid. We were too young." The woman responded, unsympathetically. I rolled my eyes, but I felt like I was about to cry.

"Why did you even have me, then? Do you not think I've stayed up for hours on end, beating myself up over why you could have possibly given me up? I always wondered why I wasn't wanted, but you're older sister, who just passed away today, made me feel loved. And wanted. So goodbye, strangers." And with that, Kim, Jerry and I walked out.

Much like the drive to the funeral home, it was totally silent. I drove Jerry home who waved goodbye, and walked up to his front door. Me and Kim drove back to the apartment. Right when I was about to step out of the car, Kim grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.

"Are you okay?"

authors note-

KICKIN' IT'S NOT ENDING! I WAS SO HAPPY I STARTED CRYING. but olivia holt's not coming back :(((((( i usually don't like girl characters on tv shows but olivia is literally my hero... maybe she'll change her mind!

hey guys, if you like this fanfiction, could you maybe spread it around a little bit? please? i really want to get 'out there' all your reviews and stuff really lift my spirits, i save all of them and put them in a folder on my computer to look at when i'm feeling sad. i love you all!