Title- Just Can't Believe It

Chapter Title- Back to Nate

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XAmberX- I knew about Wake Me up When September Ends. The next story will be a stand alone. It has nothing to do with any of these OCs.

Tikagem- Lol, they make me cry!

RangerDan- Wake Me up When September Ends was my favorite song when I first got that CD. I played it and I was like, 'dude… wow!' Then, I stole my friend's American Idiot guitar book and played it on my flute. It sounds WONDERFUL!

Note- This is the last chapter. Thank you for the support through all of these stories.

I was staring at the blank television screen.

I can't turn it on.

I had been like this for a while.

I don't want to think about it.

There was nothing to do.

It reminds me of you.

I normally tried to keep Ronnie inline, but she wasn't here anymore. I thought about it, today was her funeral. I couldn't bring myself to go into our room yet. Everything reminded me of Ronnie. The way she kept it in order, very clean, yet messy, in a Ronnie type of way. It smelt of Ronnie. I couldn't look at anything chocolate without thinking of her. Speaking of Chocolate, where did her dog go?

Mom came out of the room, with her hand against the wall. She was wearing a skirt and a shirt, both were black. She was wearing a pair of worn-out sneakers. I could tell she hadn't showered in a while, but then again, neither had I. It reminded me too much of Ronnie.

"I don't have anything nice to wear," I told mom. The last time we had to dress up was for Uncle Steve's wedding. That was seven years ago, I had grown a lot since then.

I had started to talk since then.

And you listened.

She went back into her room and came out a few seconds later with and old pair of pants of dad's and a shirt. I went into the bathroom to change.

It was crowded at the funeral home. I recognized many people. I saw some of her friends from school and some teachers. I saw some of the waitresses and waiters mom worked with. I saw Mr. Jones, the principal. Ronnie spent so much time in his office, she had her own chair. I think she called him Bob or Mr. Bob. Sometimes I wondered about that. I even saw Mr. and Mrs. Holden. I didn't want to talk to anybody. I walked to a chair in the corner and sat down. I couldn't help myself. I began to cry.

I didn't want it to happen, but I couldn't stop it.

I don't want to lose you.

I watched the casket they held my sister's body being lowered into the ground.

WAKE UP ALREADY!

I started to cry even more.

Why you? Why me? Why us?

I had lost a brother I didn't know when I was seven, but this was different. I knew Ronnie inside and out. She was my twin, it didn't make sense that I was here and she wasn't.

I collapsed onto the ground.

Remember, when we were inseparable

I covered my eyes and started to cry harder.

I would cling onto you like there was no tomorrow.

Somebody shook my shoulder.

I only let you touch me.

They helped me up and into the car.

I would only talk to you.

I cried the whole way back.

You would do anything for me.

I couldn't imagine this being home.

We drew on the walls together.

Mindlessly, I sat on the couch.

I covered for you.

I couldn't stop crying.

I loved you.

I loved her.

Okay, right now I am crying and how convenient... my CD player just shuffled onto 'Ghost of You' by My Chemical Romance. It's a sign, a sign I tell you. I am obsessed with signs, but it is kind of freaky that these songs are coming on. I hope you enjoyed this little tear jerker of mine. I like the style to this. You get to see it through Jessica's and Nate's point of views, how it is to them, but it goes into parts where they are talking to Ronnie, subconsciously.