Hey! Hope you like this story and please review! This chapter is gonna be about first of all them going to the graveyard, and then them going to Matthew's – hence the chapter title.

Chapter Three: Two Terrible Things, One Terrible Day. Jake's Pov

Matthew didn't come to the graveyard with us. Thank god for that. When we arrived, everyone got out of the car really slowly, like they were afraid of seeing Dad or something. The picture on Dad's grave was his favourite; it's of us all. He's in the middle, and Mom's next to him. All of us kids are in it too. Mike's hanging upside down by the chandelier (he made me tie him to it) Kim and Jessica are sitting with their arms round each other, looking all fresh faced and smiley, like those kids you see in commercials. Nora and Lorraine are in one corner, Charlie, Henry and Mark in another. Me and Sarah are standing either side of upside down Mike. Nigel and Kyle are right near the camera, Kyle is looking suspicious, because Nigel's pants have been pulled down.

It's a great picture, but because there are so many people in it you can't really tell who the person in the grave is. So there's another picture just of Dad, on his and Mom's wedding day. I don't really like to read the grave, because it reminds me of how great Dad was. It says:

Tom Baker.

Loving Husband,

Adored Father,

You will be missed.

R.I.P

Yeah, it's short, but it still means a lot to me. I looked around at everyone as we gathered around his grave. Kim and Jess were crying, Nora was trying to comfort them but she looked like she was trying very hard not to cry too. Charlie was just staring right through the grave, as if it wasn't there. Lorraine was wiping her damp eyes. Nigel and Kyle looked confused, like they didn't really understand what was going on. You can't blame them really, they were only four years old when Dad died, I think their memory of him is a little blurry. Henry and Mark just looked pained, like they were trying hard to be strong for everyone else, but wanted to cry. That's pretty much how I felt. I didn't even dare to look at Mom; I couldn't take seeing her cry anymore. I looked at Sarah, to see her looking back at me. Her eyes quickly darted back to the grave though. Mike was reaching for my hand, so I guessed he wasn't taking it too well, but when I looked at him he was looking sympathetically at me, as if to say you'll be okay. That's when I realized that I was crying. Before Dad died, the last time I had cried was when I was ten, and broke my leg when I was skateboarding. Now I was crying on Dad's birthday, Dad and Mom's anniversary, Christmas. I just felt out of control. Of course we still have the good times, but it just feels a little empty without Dad.

After the graveyard, we had to go to Matthew's. All of us kid's were incredibly thrilled (yeah right) because we'd never been before. I had to laugh when I saw Sarah giving Nigel, Kyle and Mike candy and saying, "Now, wreck everything you see." But when she saw me she just pushed past me and got into the car. I don't know what I've ever done to her; I guess we just grew apart.

When we got out to Matthew's house, there was a mixed reaction – Lorraine said eww, Jessica said nothing educational around here then, and Mike said ouch (Sarah kicked him). It was… incredibly boring. Just an average sized, brick house, with a very small garden. Matthew came out, and invited us in, saying, "Take your shoes off and don't touch anything." As if it was some big mansion or something. Inside was equally as boring; there was just a regular carpet, yet a lot of ornaments that Nigel and Kyle were already eyeing up.

I turned to Mike, just as he turned to me. "This place needs lightning up." I said, smiling.

Mike grinned. "Dude, you took the words straight outta my mouth!"

I looked to the ground. "If only Sarah would help us." Mike noticed that I wasn't feeling too great about that, and tried to cheer me up. "Hey, you think Matthew would gimme some rope?"

I smiled half heartedly, "Mike, if you repel from the roof here Mom's gonna kill you!"

Mike laughed, "Oh no, not for that. It's just so I can tie it around his mouth if he calls me Michael again." I had to laugh at that. Matthew announced that dinner was ready, and we sat at the table to eat. "Woah! How many kids do you have?" Kyle asked in awe. The table was pretty big, and seated 20. Matthew laughed that fake laugh that adults use with little kids, when clearly they don't find it funny. "Oh, no Nigel! I don't have any, this table is normally used when I throw a dinner party."

"Hey! I'm Nigel - he's Kyle!" Nigel shouted across the table to Matthew. "Dinner parties – yeah right." I heard Jessica mutter to Kim. "Dinner parties? I thought you worked with TJ, and his job is to fix cars!" Sarah remarked. Matthew frowned. "Yes, well little girl, I used to work in an exclusive law firm, and I still have many friends from that business."

"That's really fascinating, doesn't he realize there are kids at the table, not people who actually care." Kim whispered to Jessica. I thought I was the only one who heard, but then Matthew spoke. "What was that remark, Kimberly?"

Kim frowned. "My name is Kim, and I was addressing Jessica, not everybody." She can be feisty when she wants to be. Mom didn't really notice, she was to busy trying to keep Mike in his seat – I think he was gonna look for some rope for Matthew's mouth. Matthew, however, noticed. "Excuse me, young Kimberly, I suggest you learn some manners."

"And I suggest you learn my name." Kim replied. Me, Charlie, Mike and Jessica burst out laughing. "Jessica, Mike, Charlie, Jake!" Mom warned. "Yo, Matt, can you pass the salt?" Mike asked.

Matthew turned to him. "Maybe when you learn some manners." Mike sighed. "Yo, Matt, can you pass the salt please." He wasn't trying to be rude, that's just how he talks. "My name is Matthew!" Matthew shouted. "And my name is Mike!" Mike shouted, mocking him. "Mike, don't be disrespectful!" Mom called, although I don't think she really minded. "Kate, I think it's time you and your children left." Matthew said, icily. We left, hurriedly. "Bye, Matt!" Mike called, waving sweetly at him. I laughed. "You just have to irritate people, don't you Mikey?" Mike nodded, "Pretty much."

We got into the car, everyone cheerful to leave. We'd finally gotten rid of Matthew forever.

"Now, you have to be on your best behaviour tomorrow when Matthew comes for dinner." Mom sighed, shaking her head.

Oh… maybe not.

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