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A/N: Hmm, I finally decided to write. Your welcome. Thank you equals reviewing. Hint. Hint.
He stared at his once lively, beautiful girlfriend, laying peacefully in intricate mahogany casket. Her hair had been straightened and lay on her shoulder shining in the colorful sunset. A purple chiffon gown, was resting on her cold, lifeless body. She looked exactly like Sleeping Beauty, and had a quick thought of kissing her and waking her from her deathly sleep. But he was afraid to touch her. Afraid he might ruin her peaceful sleep, and the gentle smile pasted on her pale face.
He looked down at his slacks. He smiled weakly, knowing Massie would've been impressed with his pants. It was the least he could do. A tear slipped down his cheek, and dropped down onto a purple lilac flower he was holding. He placed the flower gently in her freezing hand.
He shoved his hands in his pocket, and stepped away from the casket. He watched as Massie's friends wept softly. They placed valuable items in her casket. Bean's Ugg boots, her infamous charm bracelet, a picture of her pony, Brownie, her favorite pair of teal Jimmy Choo's, and a framed picture of her family, were placed strategically around her.
Derrick watched as the girls turned away quietly, sniffling, and weeping. He toyed with the pin in his pocket. He pulled it out and kissed it quietly. He walked slowly over to the casket, and unsnapped her charm bracelet, and placed the brooch on the purple strap. He dropped the bracelet in his pocket, and slowly made his way to his car.
He drove off in silence, wondering what he had done to deserve any of this.
"Hey, Derry, how'd it go?" Donya, Derrick's asked sweetly, wrapping her thin arm around him.
"Fine." He muttered, unraveling himself from his mother's grip.
She sighed. "Can I get you anything?"
"No." He barked, and slammed up the stairs. "Not unless you can get me a new girlfriend."
He stomped into his room, and slammed the door behind him.
What on earth had he done to deserve this?