Authors Note: This chapter took me exactly 57 minuets and 18 seconds to write! I know this because I listened to the entire Green Day American Idiot cd while writing this and I finished the last word as the last song ended. Any ways. This is one of the best chapters yet I think. It's kind of sad. I decided to do the funeral in two parts so I can think of a good eulogy and stuff to put in it. I want it to be good and all… Any ways! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!

Warnings: Slash! No make out scenes in this chappie. Slash is GUY with GUY pairings! Get used to it! Talks about smoking and death… they're at a funeral and all…

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or any thing. Not Green Day (mentioned above) and not the band A Flock of Seagulls! So you can't sue me! Please don't! I also don't own any cigarettes, thought I'd say that since they're mentioned in this chappie, with out a brand I might add, so no one actually had the right to sue me now. Cool! Read on!

Chapter 8

The Departing Ceremony I

Logan's POV

I awoke the next morning to the sound of the alarm clock going off beside me. I hate that noise so much. It's very irritating. I though my hand over and smacked the off button as hard as I could then laid there staring at the ceiling, aimlessly. Soon I heard a faint knock at my door that was followed by Chase's voice.

"Logan, are you awake?" He whispered, barely audible through the thick door.

"Do you really think that if I was still sleeping that I would really be able to hear you like that?" I asked as I pulled the door open.

"Hey, I know how much you hate being woken up. We've shared a dorm since eighth grade. Didn't want to bug you." Chase explained.

"Whatever. I'll be ready in five minuets." I said as I shut the door and walked over to where I had laid out my suit the previous night.

It only took me three minuets and thirty seven seconds to put the suit on I love being done early. I live for free time. I walked down the stairs with a yawn and headed towards the smell of burnt bread into the kitchen.

"What did you do?" I asked with a grin.

"What? Did you think you were the only one who could burn things?" He asked grinning back. "Sorry to break it to you, but you're not that special."

"Well then. At least I can make toast."

"What ever. Here." He said as he poured some cereal into a bowl and handed me the box. I poured myself some and we sat eating in silence.

"It's time to go. I'll call a cab." Chase said as he walked into the adjoining room. He returned a moment later shuffling with some papers and after putting them in the right breast pocked of his suit jacket he looked up at me.

"The taxi will be here in a few minuets, lets wait out side." He said as he put his wallet into his back pocket and his keys in one of his front ones. I followed obediently without a word.

The outdoors reflected the mood set for the day. The sky was grey and cloudy and a low fog hung low to the ground. Every so often the skies would open and let a drizzle of rain and snow fall freely to the ground. The air was icy; it was so cold that we could see our breath as we waited for the cab. As we waited I watched some children running around in their front yard enjoying the cold as they pretended to smoke. I shook my head and walked over to where they we playing.

"You know," I said loud enough to startle them. "Smoking isn't cool. Chances are that if you pretend to smoke you're going to try to smoke and that wouldn't be fun. 1 out of every 2 smokers dies. That means that if I started smoking and my friend started smoking one of us would die because of it." I explained and then I left them there to contemplate what I had told them. I love striking fear in the hearts of children. Just kidding. I just figure that if there parents told them that it would be much more reason to do it. What ever.

Chase's POV

Logan and I arrived at the church earlier than planned, but that gives me time to prepare. I stayed up half the night last night trying to prepare the perfect eulogy. Finally I started going through random things to try and find something to use. It's so hard to say goodbye to your parents. Then I found a notebook that I had never seen before, must've been Logan's, it had a poem written in the front called Fall and I took some lines from there. I just hope it all works out, for the better.

We entered the church and Logan hung back, apparently looking at the structure of the tiny church as I went up to the coffins that were sitting at the front. The bodies of my parents lying inside, motionless, lifeless, gone. I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I approached the first coffin. This one contained my mother; a stunning picture of her was propped on top of it. This picture was taken years and years ago, at her high school prom. She literally had '80s hair', it was dark brown with pink high lights crimped into oblivion in my opinion. But that was the 80s for you. She had on a pink dress and a leather jacket that had belonged to her boyfriend at the time, and my namesake, Chase Fitzgerald. Another tear dripped down my face as I started remembering all the birthdays and Christmases that we had had over all the years of my life. Never once a terrible moment existed between my mother and I. We got along better than bread and butter, like honey and Winnie The Pooh. This thought made me smile.

I continued on, walking over to my father's coffin, there was also a picture of him propped up on it. This picture has always made me laugh hysterically, but not today. In this picture my father had bleached his hair platinum blond and had what we call 'a flock of seagulls hair' he was such a big fan, I don't understand it but what ever. The most shocking thing about this picture is that my dad is wearing eyeliner, well I suppose all 'rockers' wore make up back then, if anybody tried that now they would be called a cross dresser, the times have changed. He was also wearing a leather jacket with safety pins and chains on it, under that a red shirt was visible. The shirt was all buttoned up except for the top three buttons, which were left undone, probably for a casual look. But in the 80s the casual look took forever to create. People over complicated things back then.

People started arriving at the church so I walked back down to the door whipping away my tears as I went; after all, it was my duty to great people as they came in, even though I would rather be any where else in the world at this moment.

Authors Note: To Be Continued. Please review!