Hi, so thank you BTRfan4ev for the ideas… I'm taking them into consideration. Good, great, bad or just plain horrid, I want to know. I'm sorry if I'm pretty much demanding for it, I'm not exactly like, 'give me this many reviews or I won't post another chapter.' Well, I like to write, and expressing it on Fanfiction is the way I'm going, but, the reviews give me motivation. So, on with the story shall we?

Oh, and to Lola Ride, Sorry if you dislike my idea about the whole death situation. It isn't a laughing matter and I wasn't making fun of it. It's a serious deal, and for that, I apologize if I hurt a nerve of any sort… If I did, I wasn't implying on it. So, other than that, I appreciate the review.

The ceremony was like any other. You watched their motionless bodies; you placed a flower on their chest and moved on while grabbing a tissue. Olivia however, didn't getting the nerve to look at them. She didn't want to. She just sat in the back, while her grandmother was talking to a family friend, she just looked ahead. She didn't dare turn her eyes on the remember pictures, she didn't speak to any relatives that have flown it just for the ceremony. Instead, she looked straight, fighting the erg to run out the room to go to the restroom and puke, because right now, she didn't feel too hot.

The music began, and her Uncle stood from his seat and to walk towards the podium. He touched the coffin, and a tear slipped. Soon enough everyone hinted the message the ceremony was to start, so sitting was the best option.

He cleared his throat, "My sister was a playful girl at the age. She loved making jokes and singing to the radio… but, she could be as serious as anyone of us right now. Bethany was a strong, loving person. Growing up, I personally believed she had a good heart, just used it differently as others. When she met Paul, I was a bit anxious. Her meeting a boy a year older. It was my brotherly instincts coming out. Well, we grew up, went to college," this is when a tear feel from his face, as he once again cleared his throat. "I… she married him, they had Olivia. Everything was fine, our life was normal. But once April 17, 2011 appeared I got a call. It was my sister, asking if I wanted to go to a party that she was throwing for her business. I said yes, and it was great. Then everyone leaves. I go home, and I get a call from my mom, saying… she didn't make it." He cocked his head, biting his lower lip in order to stay in control. He soon enough sat down, several relatives patting his shoulder.

Olivia stood, and walked towards the podium. All eyes landed on her, and she cleared her throat. Staring at her relatives and her parents friends, she noticed four teens, sitting in the back corner, staring back at her. The corners of her lips formed into almost a weak smile. "Ladies and gentleman… my parents were probably overly strict. I cannot tell you how many times she'd yell at me for being so much as a second late from school… but… I loved them. I always will, even if I can't see them." She forced her eyes to look to the right, and stared at them. Her parents, three feet away, they lay. Tears fall down her cheeks as she sees their faces, for the last time. A hand's placed on her shoulder, and she looks up to see her aunt.

"Thank you Olivia," she responds. Olivia gets the hint, and smiles weakly. She stares once more.

"Bye mom, bye dad," she sobs out quietly. She tucks her head and walks back to her seat, placed her palm to her face, covering her wet eyes.

It seemed like the greatest moments with Olivia was on her front porch, but his time, he wasn't too sure. He looked around at the scenery, the flowers, the porch swing, and the bird houses. But this time, he didn't have the nerve to knock on her door, because this time, he had this strange sense, that the girl he's been falling for the past year is avoiding his presents.

No, this time, he stared at the white front door, palms shaking and sweating. He took a step, and knocked quickly, but silently. The door opened and Olivia stood. She looked the same when he saw her at the ceremony.

Her hair was pulled into an elegant bun, but now, it was frizzy, stray hairs sticking up. Her outfit from a black dress was changed into neon yellow pajama shorts, with a white v neck, and blue slippers. Her makeup was off, actually, more like smeared, button Wen, and she looked like the most beautiful girl.

Olivia seemed hesitant at first, but she closed the door, and stepped out on the porch, hugging her arms as a breeze slid in. Wen smiled at her, but she looked at the ground. Him, still being confused put his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat.

"I um… I just wanted to you know, stop by… and um see how you were doing. Recovering from the… Ugh, accident…" he nervously says.

She looks up and shrugs. "Yeah, I'm doing alright… thanks." She mumbles silently.

He nods, "Um… is there something wrong? Did I do anything?"

"I don't know, but… I don't want to talk about it… I um… have to get inside, I feel like…." She stopped herself.

"Liv," he asks.

She shakes her head, "Wen, am I ugly?" She asks suddenly.

Wen, being taken by surprise, shook his head. "N-no… not at all…"

"You hesitated," she hyperventilated, "I am… I'm hideous… God, I should've seen it…" She blabbered, but Wen placed his hands on her arms, making her look up at him. "I um…" she gazed into his eyes, and they seemed to be having their own world. As if staring was the cause of the pain and suffering. "I have to go…" She turned her head, "Goodnight Wen." She turned and closed her front door.

Wen, this time, didn't have those butterflies he was so used to. He didn't feel that weird, fuzzy, warm feeling in his chest. No, this time, he felt nothing but guilt. But why, it wasn't like he ran the poor girl over? He just stared at the door, waiting for her body to run out and jump in his arms, but she didn't.

Wen turned his heels, and stalked home, feeling worse than before. He was convinced that maybe she needed her space. Her parents had just died, and he needs to except that maybe, it wasn't to be… or maybe, it was, and he wasn't trying as hard. A smile spread on his face as he walked the sidewalk, popping a sudden idea.

So, now I'm depressed… I would love reviews to ease my pain. Not my best day… Lots of problems with my boyfriend, at home… etc. Welps, even if I'm in a bad mood, it probably turned out into a crappy chapter? So I'm sorry. Love you readers… I really do.