Hey everyone! Finally another chapter of this sad story! Lol. I'm sorry I
haven't had any chapters up in a while...I just been so busy with school and
my new job lol. Well, I hope you enjoy. Also this is going to be in Otto's
POV again because I think it's more interesting that way...since this
horrible situation is happening to him. Should I continue the whole story
in Otto's POV? Or at least half? Please review! Thanks=)
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"It's not your fault" I heard after I finally calmed down from my breakdown. I turned around and there was Lars standing there with a tearstained face and a look of pure sympathy. "What"? I said shakily, thinking that Lars was going to kick my ass. Ray walked over to Lars and put his hand on his shoulder. "Son, I am very sorry about your brother, but please don't start a fight in my daughter's hospital room, if you do your going to have to leave". Lars just ignored Ray and walked over to me. He didn't look mad but Lars did have a tendency to trick me. He held out his hand to help me up, since I was still on the floor from taking my little breakdown. I surprisingly took his hand and got up. "Otto, I am not going to hurt you". "I just heard what you were saying and what my parents said to you, I wanted to apologize for what they said". "People have accidents, and I admit you did have something to do with it but it the other person's fault to, and I just heard that he was drunk when he challenged you...but yeah what I'm getting at is it's not all your fault". "Please don't blame yourself". After Lars had finished he gave me a big smile and left the room. I was in shock! Lars being nice? Not only being nice but caring about ME? Wow I had to be dreaming. If this were a dream I would have dreamt that my sister would wake up and be okay...and my best bud would come back to life. I pinched myself and realized it was not a dream. This was reality. Damn fucking reality.
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My alarm woke me up at 7:00. I got out of bed and groggily walked over to the bathroom. As I was taking my shower I started to think about this Monday. This Monday was a very bad day, and I did not think it was a day that I could face. Even me, strong Otto Rocket could not handle his best friend's wake. I got out of the shower and changed into a black suit with a dark blue silk tie. When I got downstairs I saw Ray sitting at the kitchen table also wearing a black suit. "Hey son" he said with a smile. "Hi dad" I said. I tried to smile but I could just not get one to form. After breakfast we left for the wake. When we got there Ray parked the old station wagon, got out, and went to give condolences to Twister's family. I could not bare to come in contact with Twister's family just this second, because I'm sure Sandy had told her whole family that it was my fault. I walked inside the church and sat down. "Hey Sam" I said. Sam looked like he had been crying but he smiled back. It was silent for about ten minutes. Finally, Sam broke the silence. "Otto...I can't believe it...I just can not believe this is happening". "Twister...loveable...caring...funny...so talented when it came to theater...he was just an awesome person... and he was not meant to die...he just wasn't"! Sam screamed that pretty loud. "I know man," I said. That was all I could say. I just didn't know what to say...to tell the truth I was still in shock. I turned around and noticed that everyone was starting to sit down; I guessed that the wake was about to start. When the priest starting talking I just zoomed out. I could not bare myself to pay attention lately...and if I pay attention to what the priest said I was going to burst out crying...because then I would realize that I am at my best friend's funeral!
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..."And my hijo will be forever missed" finished twister's mother. Oh great, I was next. "Know we will hear a few words from Maurice Rodriguez's best friend, Otto Rocket". I stood up and walked up to the podium. "Hello everyone". "I was Maurice's...or Twister as his friend's called him...best friend"." I known him since we were three and we grew up together... and did everything together like surfed...skated...played hockey...skied. And so much more". "Twister was always there for me and I should have been there for him more". "Sometimes, I didn't realize how good a friend he was". "I am such a competitive person and I had to win every time...and that meant I even had to beat my best friend". "I remember when Twister and I tried street luging...and he beat me so bad". "Well I was really mad because I was so used to him coming in second and me always coming in first". "Twist, if you can hear me, then I want to say that I am sorry for all the pain that I caused you, and all the times that I was a huge jerk to you". I paused for a moment because I felt close to tears. I turned around and wiped my eyes, and then turned back to face the people and continued. "Twist and I got in a ton of fights and right now I would love to shoot myself for everyone that we had". "The biggest fight that we got into was when I found out he was going out with my sister". "Wow, was I mad"! "I remember when I walked into my sister's bedroom and saw them making out...I flipped out and said some stuff that I regret"...but when I came to my senses I realized that Twister going out with my sister was a good thing because I would rather have her going out with someone who I know and trust then some loser off the street". "Twister loved my sister...and he always will". "He treated her so good and he made her so happy". "She also loved him and I could see it in her eyes every time I mentioned his name... or he was around us". "That made me feel good because two people that I care about very much were happy". "Twister was everything...a great boyfriend to my sister, friend, son, brother, skater, surfer...basically just rocked at all extreme sports...and boy was he great with that camera"! "Twist, if you could here this, you were an amazing friend and I will never forget you...I am so sorry for this and I will never forgive myself". I smiled at the people and then went to go sit down. I wiped a couple tears from my eyes. "Wow, moving speech Otto". Said Sam. I smiled and said "Thanks". Sam was going to speak but he was just too much in shock that he could not bear himself to. He thought he might have an anxiety attack or something.
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After the wake, funeral, and burial it was "3:00" in the afternoon. When my dad and I got home we noticed that there were cops in front of the house. I stayed in the car and Ray got out and walked over to them. "May I help you"? He asked. "Yes, I need to see Otto Rocket right this moment please".
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What do the cops want? Will Reggie end up being okay? Or will Otto have to attend another funeral? Please review! Thanks=)
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"It's not your fault" I heard after I finally calmed down from my breakdown. I turned around and there was Lars standing there with a tearstained face and a look of pure sympathy. "What"? I said shakily, thinking that Lars was going to kick my ass. Ray walked over to Lars and put his hand on his shoulder. "Son, I am very sorry about your brother, but please don't start a fight in my daughter's hospital room, if you do your going to have to leave". Lars just ignored Ray and walked over to me. He didn't look mad but Lars did have a tendency to trick me. He held out his hand to help me up, since I was still on the floor from taking my little breakdown. I surprisingly took his hand and got up. "Otto, I am not going to hurt you". "I just heard what you were saying and what my parents said to you, I wanted to apologize for what they said". "People have accidents, and I admit you did have something to do with it but it the other person's fault to, and I just heard that he was drunk when he challenged you...but yeah what I'm getting at is it's not all your fault". "Please don't blame yourself". After Lars had finished he gave me a big smile and left the room. I was in shock! Lars being nice? Not only being nice but caring about ME? Wow I had to be dreaming. If this were a dream I would have dreamt that my sister would wake up and be okay...and my best bud would come back to life. I pinched myself and realized it was not a dream. This was reality. Damn fucking reality.
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My alarm woke me up at 7:00. I got out of bed and groggily walked over to the bathroom. As I was taking my shower I started to think about this Monday. This Monday was a very bad day, and I did not think it was a day that I could face. Even me, strong Otto Rocket could not handle his best friend's wake. I got out of the shower and changed into a black suit with a dark blue silk tie. When I got downstairs I saw Ray sitting at the kitchen table also wearing a black suit. "Hey son" he said with a smile. "Hi dad" I said. I tried to smile but I could just not get one to form. After breakfast we left for the wake. When we got there Ray parked the old station wagon, got out, and went to give condolences to Twister's family. I could not bare to come in contact with Twister's family just this second, because I'm sure Sandy had told her whole family that it was my fault. I walked inside the church and sat down. "Hey Sam" I said. Sam looked like he had been crying but he smiled back. It was silent for about ten minutes. Finally, Sam broke the silence. "Otto...I can't believe it...I just can not believe this is happening". "Twister...loveable...caring...funny...so talented when it came to theater...he was just an awesome person... and he was not meant to die...he just wasn't"! Sam screamed that pretty loud. "I know man," I said. That was all I could say. I just didn't know what to say...to tell the truth I was still in shock. I turned around and noticed that everyone was starting to sit down; I guessed that the wake was about to start. When the priest starting talking I just zoomed out. I could not bare myself to pay attention lately...and if I pay attention to what the priest said I was going to burst out crying...because then I would realize that I am at my best friend's funeral!
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..."And my hijo will be forever missed" finished twister's mother. Oh great, I was next. "Know we will hear a few words from Maurice Rodriguez's best friend, Otto Rocket". I stood up and walked up to the podium. "Hello everyone". "I was Maurice's...or Twister as his friend's called him...best friend"." I known him since we were three and we grew up together... and did everything together like surfed...skated...played hockey...skied. And so much more". "Twister was always there for me and I should have been there for him more". "Sometimes, I didn't realize how good a friend he was". "I am such a competitive person and I had to win every time...and that meant I even had to beat my best friend". "I remember when Twister and I tried street luging...and he beat me so bad". "Well I was really mad because I was so used to him coming in second and me always coming in first". "Twist, if you can hear me, then I want to say that I am sorry for all the pain that I caused you, and all the times that I was a huge jerk to you". I paused for a moment because I felt close to tears. I turned around and wiped my eyes, and then turned back to face the people and continued. "Twist and I got in a ton of fights and right now I would love to shoot myself for everyone that we had". "The biggest fight that we got into was when I found out he was going out with my sister". "Wow, was I mad"! "I remember when I walked into my sister's bedroom and saw them making out...I flipped out and said some stuff that I regret"...but when I came to my senses I realized that Twister going out with my sister was a good thing because I would rather have her going out with someone who I know and trust then some loser off the street". "Twister loved my sister...and he always will". "He treated her so good and he made her so happy". "She also loved him and I could see it in her eyes every time I mentioned his name... or he was around us". "That made me feel good because two people that I care about very much were happy". "Twister was everything...a great boyfriend to my sister, friend, son, brother, skater, surfer...basically just rocked at all extreme sports...and boy was he great with that camera"! "Twist, if you could here this, you were an amazing friend and I will never forget you...I am so sorry for this and I will never forgive myself". I smiled at the people and then went to go sit down. I wiped a couple tears from my eyes. "Wow, moving speech Otto". Said Sam. I smiled and said "Thanks". Sam was going to speak but he was just too much in shock that he could not bear himself to. He thought he might have an anxiety attack or something.
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After the wake, funeral, and burial it was "3:00" in the afternoon. When my dad and I got home we noticed that there were cops in front of the house. I stayed in the car and Ray got out and walked over to them. "May I help you"? He asked. "Yes, I need to see Otto Rocket right this moment please".
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What do the cops want? Will Reggie end up being okay? Or will Otto have to attend another funeral? Please review! Thanks=)