*Sniffs* Hi all... here I am again, typing at this dumb box. Erg. I
wish this stupid monitor didn't make my eyes hurt so bad. *reaches for
visine*... LoL. This chapter is really sad, and it is alot longer than
the last one I promise, so I won't keep you guys waiting (since I love
you all soooo much hehehe)...
And I don't know how accurate the "dad walking out" thing is, but humor
me and tell me I guessed right, b/c I can't remember, and if he didn't,
then just play along... :)
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Taylors funeral was small. Only the gang and a few friends from
school had come.
Poor Dally was a mess. His onlly brother. Dead. So young. 'What
a waste', he thought. He had practically raised Taylor since his dad had
walked out when they were kids. He hadn't been sober since he heard the
news-except for the funeral. And since Dally was broke (it was a widely
known fact), Angel dropped almost half of the mysterious ten grand she
got on Taylors funeral. "Consider it a payback" she had said. "For what?
You never did anything to us..." Dally trailed off. "For all the shit
I gave him for dating Heaven, it's the least I can do... Ironic, really,
how both the Marquin sisters had themselves a Winston..." said Angel,
stirring up old memories of romance and heartbreak.
"Will everyone please be seated?" The preacher was obviously
unhappy with his roomful of j.d.'s, unhappy to be preaching at the
funeral of another j.d. 'A lost cause, in my opinion,' he thought.
"Taylor Aaron Winston. A 17 year old boy. He was so close to
being a man. He'll never know what it's like to graduate. To marry.
To have and hold his own children." Heaven sobbed at this-they had
discussed a possible future.
"He..." The preacher was dismissed by Tim Shepard, who had been
Taylors best friend-with the exception of Dally. His tear-stained face
was full of sorrow as he began to speak.
"Do you see this kid?" His voice wavered as he gestured towards
Taylors open casket. "This guy was... how do you describe Taylor Winston,
of all people. He was funny. A real riot. Cool. Tuff. A true J.D."
A few people laughed.
"He was always in trouble. Always. Car thief. Rumbles. That
boy has been in and out of baby prison-j.d. camp-since he was twelve
years old." More laughter-everyone had their own memories.
"But not recently. He chilled out. Mellowed, settled down. Took
a bullet. For her." He looked at Heaven, who was blankly staring at
Taylors casket, weeping. "Heaven?" She slowly looked at Tim as he
motioned for her to come speak. She got up shakily, wiping her face.
Tim hugged her, and stepped back, freeing up the podium.
"Well... Taylor. You really did it this time." She spoke in the
direction of Taylors coffin, not even addressing the audience. "I know
why, though. Me. It's my fault. I should have stayed in Hawaii. That
way, we wouldn't have met, we wouldn't have fallen in love. Bryan Phillips
wouldn't be in jail for murder. And you'd still be sweet, strong,
handsome Taylor Winston." She brushed away a rogue tear, which lead
the way for more.
"But in a sense, I'm glad. I am so glad we met. Because you
died knowing how to love someone, you died loving someone. And I will
die having loved you. And right now, Taylor, I hurt so bad inside,
knowing you aren't going to be here anymore to love me. But I'll always
remember. I will always love you Taylor." She walked over to his casket,
and placed a red rose on the lid, a letter in his clasped hands, and a
small kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a tear that had fallen from her
face and landed on his.
"Sorry, guys... it's just..." She looked down at her feet,
wiping away the tears. "I just can't believe he's gone, you know? We
were just walking down the hallway, and..." She began to sob. Tim walked
up, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She sucked in her breath, and
started again.
"He was just so damn sweet. Everyday, it was something new.
Flowers, candy, teddy bears, little love notes, all hidden in my locker.
Endless phone mesages. And now that he's gone, I don't think I can
ever be the same. She held up her left hand and revealed a small silver
band on her finger. "We had plans, you know? And now, I feel like a part
of me has died too. And..." She looked over at Taylor's lifeless body,
and this time, she didn't bother wiping away the tears.
"I love you..." she whispered.
She managed a small, heartbreaking smile for everyone and sat
down as Tim stepped back up. She then broke. Crying on Angels shoulder,
she remembered what Taylor had been saying before Bryan had came into
the hallway and changed their lives.
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"Heaven?" "Yea, Taylor?" "I love you." "I love you, too!" They
kissed. "Is something wrong?" "Yea..." "What? Taylor! What is it?"
"It's just... I know that there are people here that want you gone, that
will do anything to keep you from staying, and" "And what, Winston?"
Heaven was becoming worried. "And I'm gonna do anything I can to keep
them from hurting you, is all." "Taylor, is something going on that I
don't know about? If so, then let me call Angel, or you can call Dally,
or-" "Shh... don't worry about it." He kissed her forehead, and put his
arm around her shoulder. He told a joke to change the subject, and
Heaven laughed loudly, drawing stares. But she didn't care. She was with
Taylor, and that was all that mattered. "I love you, Heaven..." "I love
you, too, Taylor..."
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He knew. Heaven sat up in her seat. She bit her lips as to keep
screaming out loud. 'HOW COULD YOU! DAMN YOU TAYLOR! YOU JUST HAD TO
BE A FUCKING HERO, DIDN'T YOU?!' she thought. But as was her custom,
sh began screaming out loud, at the top of her lungs, and she didn't
care. "DAMN YOU TAYLOR WINSTON!" She burst into sobs, and stormed out.
And despite Angels protest, Dally was the one that went after her.
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"Hi Heaven..." "What do you want?" Heaven said bitterly. Dally
was stunned. No one had ever talked to him like that. But maybe he
deserved it.
Honestly, none of the younger ones liked him much. Heaven, Pony,
Charity. Claire was undecided-it depended on her mood. But Dally was like
the ring leader... everyone respected him.
He knew that Heaven was hurt because of her tone, but he knew
she had a right to be. "I wanted to talk to you." he said. "About?"
"Taylor... I wanted to talk about Taylor." "Oh..." "So you saw what
happened?" She shivered on the steps of the funeral home. "Yea... yea I
did." "Heaven, listen to me." He grabbed her chin lightly and
stared into her beautiful turquoise eyes, which were red and puffy from
crying. "Taylor didn't have anyone but you and me. That's it. And I know
I didn't do the greatest job of raising him, because I was so dead-set
on having my own damn life that I really didn't bother with his."
Dally grabbed Heavens hand, and she looked back into his eyes, confused.
"But you were so important to him. He really did love you." Heaven
teared up again, and Dally put an arm around and kissed her on the
forehead. 'This is so wierd!' thought Heaven, behind all the sorrow.
"I want you to know that I will make Bryan pay. I promise he will
not get away with this. Please believe me, Heaven." She looked at Dally,
his eyes were full pain. "I believe you, Dallas." She gave him a small
smile, and finally noticed that he, too, was crying.
"It's just so hard to believe he's gone, ya know? I mean, he
just went to school like any other day... but he didn't come back. And
he's not going to come back!" He broke down then and there. And Heaven
was the only one there to comfort him. He was right. They were all that
Taylor had had. And as she hugged Dally, and they cried together, she
realized he was the closest thing to Taylor she'd ever have.
And Heaven decided that day that she could like Dally...
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Ok, ya'll what did you think? PLEASE r/r and tell me!
Two Fingerz All,
~*Rockabye*~
wish this stupid monitor didn't make my eyes hurt so bad. *reaches for
visine*... LoL. This chapter is really sad, and it is alot longer than
the last one I promise, so I won't keep you guys waiting (since I love
you all soooo much hehehe)...
And I don't know how accurate the "dad walking out" thing is, but humor
me and tell me I guessed right, b/c I can't remember, and if he didn't,
then just play along... :)
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Taylors funeral was small. Only the gang and a few friends from
school had come.
Poor Dally was a mess. His onlly brother. Dead. So young. 'What
a waste', he thought. He had practically raised Taylor since his dad had
walked out when they were kids. He hadn't been sober since he heard the
news-except for the funeral. And since Dally was broke (it was a widely
known fact), Angel dropped almost half of the mysterious ten grand she
got on Taylors funeral. "Consider it a payback" she had said. "For what?
You never did anything to us..." Dally trailed off. "For all the shit
I gave him for dating Heaven, it's the least I can do... Ironic, really,
how both the Marquin sisters had themselves a Winston..." said Angel,
stirring up old memories of romance and heartbreak.
"Will everyone please be seated?" The preacher was obviously
unhappy with his roomful of j.d.'s, unhappy to be preaching at the
funeral of another j.d. 'A lost cause, in my opinion,' he thought.
"Taylor Aaron Winston. A 17 year old boy. He was so close to
being a man. He'll never know what it's like to graduate. To marry.
To have and hold his own children." Heaven sobbed at this-they had
discussed a possible future.
"He..." The preacher was dismissed by Tim Shepard, who had been
Taylors best friend-with the exception of Dally. His tear-stained face
was full of sorrow as he began to speak.
"Do you see this kid?" His voice wavered as he gestured towards
Taylors open casket. "This guy was... how do you describe Taylor Winston,
of all people. He was funny. A real riot. Cool. Tuff. A true J.D."
A few people laughed.
"He was always in trouble. Always. Car thief. Rumbles. That
boy has been in and out of baby prison-j.d. camp-since he was twelve
years old." More laughter-everyone had their own memories.
"But not recently. He chilled out. Mellowed, settled down. Took
a bullet. For her." He looked at Heaven, who was blankly staring at
Taylors casket, weeping. "Heaven?" She slowly looked at Tim as he
motioned for her to come speak. She got up shakily, wiping her face.
Tim hugged her, and stepped back, freeing up the podium.
"Well... Taylor. You really did it this time." She spoke in the
direction of Taylors coffin, not even addressing the audience. "I know
why, though. Me. It's my fault. I should have stayed in Hawaii. That
way, we wouldn't have met, we wouldn't have fallen in love. Bryan Phillips
wouldn't be in jail for murder. And you'd still be sweet, strong,
handsome Taylor Winston." She brushed away a rogue tear, which lead
the way for more.
"But in a sense, I'm glad. I am so glad we met. Because you
died knowing how to love someone, you died loving someone. And I will
die having loved you. And right now, Taylor, I hurt so bad inside,
knowing you aren't going to be here anymore to love me. But I'll always
remember. I will always love you Taylor." She walked over to his casket,
and placed a red rose on the lid, a letter in his clasped hands, and a
small kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a tear that had fallen from her
face and landed on his.
"Sorry, guys... it's just..." She looked down at her feet,
wiping away the tears. "I just can't believe he's gone, you know? We
were just walking down the hallway, and..." She began to sob. Tim walked
up, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She sucked in her breath, and
started again.
"He was just so damn sweet. Everyday, it was something new.
Flowers, candy, teddy bears, little love notes, all hidden in my locker.
Endless phone mesages. And now that he's gone, I don't think I can
ever be the same. She held up her left hand and revealed a small silver
band on her finger. "We had plans, you know? And now, I feel like a part
of me has died too. And..." She looked over at Taylor's lifeless body,
and this time, she didn't bother wiping away the tears.
"I love you..." she whispered.
She managed a small, heartbreaking smile for everyone and sat
down as Tim stepped back up. She then broke. Crying on Angels shoulder,
she remembered what Taylor had been saying before Bryan had came into
the hallway and changed their lives.
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"Heaven?" "Yea, Taylor?" "I love you." "I love you, too!" They
kissed. "Is something wrong?" "Yea..." "What? Taylor! What is it?"
"It's just... I know that there are people here that want you gone, that
will do anything to keep you from staying, and" "And what, Winston?"
Heaven was becoming worried. "And I'm gonna do anything I can to keep
them from hurting you, is all." "Taylor, is something going on that I
don't know about? If so, then let me call Angel, or you can call Dally,
or-" "Shh... don't worry about it." He kissed her forehead, and put his
arm around her shoulder. He told a joke to change the subject, and
Heaven laughed loudly, drawing stares. But she didn't care. She was with
Taylor, and that was all that mattered. "I love you, Heaven..." "I love
you, too, Taylor..."
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He knew. Heaven sat up in her seat. She bit her lips as to keep
screaming out loud. 'HOW COULD YOU! DAMN YOU TAYLOR! YOU JUST HAD TO
BE A FUCKING HERO, DIDN'T YOU?!' she thought. But as was her custom,
sh began screaming out loud, at the top of her lungs, and she didn't
care. "DAMN YOU TAYLOR WINSTON!" She burst into sobs, and stormed out.
And despite Angels protest, Dally was the one that went after her.
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"Hi Heaven..." "What do you want?" Heaven said bitterly. Dally
was stunned. No one had ever talked to him like that. But maybe he
deserved it.
Honestly, none of the younger ones liked him much. Heaven, Pony,
Charity. Claire was undecided-it depended on her mood. But Dally was like
the ring leader... everyone respected him.
He knew that Heaven was hurt because of her tone, but he knew
she had a right to be. "I wanted to talk to you." he said. "About?"
"Taylor... I wanted to talk about Taylor." "Oh..." "So you saw what
happened?" She shivered on the steps of the funeral home. "Yea... yea I
did." "Heaven, listen to me." He grabbed her chin lightly and
stared into her beautiful turquoise eyes, which were red and puffy from
crying. "Taylor didn't have anyone but you and me. That's it. And I know
I didn't do the greatest job of raising him, because I was so dead-set
on having my own damn life that I really didn't bother with his."
Dally grabbed Heavens hand, and she looked back into his eyes, confused.
"But you were so important to him. He really did love you." Heaven
teared up again, and Dally put an arm around and kissed her on the
forehead. 'This is so wierd!' thought Heaven, behind all the sorrow.
"I want you to know that I will make Bryan pay. I promise he will
not get away with this. Please believe me, Heaven." She looked at Dally,
his eyes were full pain. "I believe you, Dallas." She gave him a small
smile, and finally noticed that he, too, was crying.
"It's just so hard to believe he's gone, ya know? I mean, he
just went to school like any other day... but he didn't come back. And
he's not going to come back!" He broke down then and there. And Heaven
was the only one there to comfort him. He was right. They were all that
Taylor had had. And as she hugged Dally, and they cried together, she
realized he was the closest thing to Taylor she'd ever have.
And Heaven decided that day that she could like Dally...
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Ok, ya'll what did you think? PLEASE r/r and tell me!
Two Fingerz All,
~*Rockabye*~