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(Mackenzie's POV)
Ok, keep calm, I can do this.
No I can't. But I have to, I need to. But what if-
My mental ranting was cut off by a knock at the door.
"Hey Kenzie, you ready to go?" Phil asked from the door.
"Yes. No. Maybe; I don't know. I don't think I can do this,"
"Yes you can, we'll all be there to support you," Phil continued, coming into my room.
"You positive?"
"One hundred percent."
"I really don't want to go..."
"C'mon, Kenzie, it'll be alright," Dan said from the hallway. It was the day of Lindsey's funeral; I've been dreading this day forever.
"Are all of you going?" I asked.
"Obviously," Chris said, appearing from behind Dan. "We're here for moral and physical support."
"Physical?"
"You did pass out a few days ago," Pj reminded me. Oh right, that.
"Yeah, that..."
"Hence, moral and physical support," Chris decreed, nodding.
"Right, let's go," I said, not moving from my spot on the floor.
"C'mon," Dan said, picking me up and carrying me to the front door. "You gotta walk from here, Mac."
"Do I have to...?" I asked.
"Yes. Now get your shit together and let's go before we're late." Dan dropped his phone and keys into his pockets.
"Fine," I sighed, standing up and heading to the door.
"... and that we remember Lindsey not only as sister, but as a daughter, a friends and a ear to listen to for all. We love you Lindsey," Lindsey's sister, Marcy, finished in tears. I leaned into Chris, sobbing. I saw Pj wipe at his eyes.
"You ok, Peej?" Dan asked.
"I'm pretty fucking far from ok, Dan," he replied, following the crowd out of the building. Dan followed him.
"Shhhhhhs, you're going to be all right, just breathe and relax," Chris whispered while holding me.
"Here," Phil said, handing me some tissues and joining the hug.
"Thanks," I said, wiping my eyes, "I don't know what I would have done if you guys weren't here."
"Well, first off, you would've had smudged mascara all over your face," Chris informed me, using a tissue to clean my face.
"And secondly, you might not have come, and then regretted it for eighty-nine million years," Phil added. "Because you're a Time Lady and can live that long."
"Thanks, really guys, you're the best," I said hugging them even more if that even possible and smiling weakly at their attempts to joke.
"Of course we are," Chris said with a hair flip of nonexistent hair.
"Sorry you guys had to see me such a mess." I sighed, pulling out a small mirror and checking my makeup, especially around the eyes. Thank god I wore waterproof mascara.
"You never look like a mess, Kenzie," Phil said.
"That's a complete lie," I declared.
"Not to me."
"C'mon you two, the place is almost empty, and we have to find Dan and Peej," Chris said, pulling me up to stand with him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder protectively before heading outside the church into the vast crowd. Phil walked slightly ahead of us, using his height to look for Dan and Pj, and to clear a path for us.
"If you ever, like ever, need someone to talk to that you're not really close to, text me. I put my number in you phone," Chris said right before we reached Dan and Pj.
"Hey guys," Pj said, glaring at Chris who dropped his arm from around my shoulders immediately. That's too bad, now I was cold.
"I'm going to try and flag us a taxi," Dan said, awkwardly glancing between Pj, Phil and me.
"I'll go with you," Phil said quickly before they headed off into the sea of people.
"Same," Chris said, walking off.
"So," Pj said.
"So..." I copied.
"How you coping with all... this?"
"I honestly don't know, it's all too real now," I said as a few tears slipped out of my eyes. Pj stepped forward and gave me another hug. I hugged back, leaning into his chest, letting the tears flow freely.
"Hey, we have the cab," Dan said. Pj and I separated and all three of us headed towards the cab. Phil and Chris were already in the cab so Dan, Pj and I squished in. After a silent cab and lift ride, we made it make to the flat. Everyone headed back to their rooms to change out of our fancier black clothing. I slipped into a pair of pajama bottom that were yellow and green checked and a 'I look better in purple' charlieissocoollike t-shirt.
"Kenzie...?" Pj asked through the door after knocking.
"You can come in," I said, sitting on the window sill.
"How are you feeling?" Pj asked, sitting down next to me.
"I don't know, it's like a jumble of emotions all mixed together, and I just don't know which is which and... I don't know," I sighed, looking out the window.
"It will all make sense in the end, you know that, right?" Pj said, shifting slightly in the window seat.
"I know, it's just I want it to make sense like, now."
Pj smirked. "Patience, my young apprentice." He shifted around again.
"Right, like I can wait," I said rolling my eyes. I got up and headed towards my closet in search of a hoodie. I grabbed my black hoodie that said 'I heart DC' with neon splatter paint all over it. I pulled it over my head and turned around to see Pj right in front of me. "Woah, very Edward Cullen of you."
Pj shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking unsure of what he was going to do. Or like he was having some serious internal conflict going on.
"Hey Peej are you alr-" I was stopped by Pj's lips crashing into mine. Wait, WHAT?! I pushed him away from me, causing myself to move back a step further into the closet and trip over a shoe. I fell down hard, and Pj tried to help me up, but I ended up screaming at him instead.
"WHAT THE HELL?! GET OUT OF HERE!" I yelled, making Pj step back a bit, "Just go, please."
"Kenzie, I didn't-"
"No, I don't want to hear it, not now, just GO!" By now Dan, Chris and Phil were in the room. Chris and Dan dragged Pj out of the room while Phil sat down next to me in the closet.
"Hey, it's okay Kenzie, everything is going to be fine," Phil said, hugging me.
"No it's not, everythings a mess, and it's all confusing and stuff..." I trialed off.
"Can I ask what happened?"
"I went to get my hoodie and I turned around and he was right behind me, and he... he k-kissed me," I said, starting off strong and ending in tears. Anger flashed across Phil's face for a second before he hugged me even tighter.
"That bastard," Phil mumbled and I tensed at his choice of language. "Oh, sorry."
"It's fine, I just don't really like cursing that much..."
"Me neither, it's just Pj had no right to do that, especially today of all days."
"Do you know why he would do something like that?"
"Well, maybe he likes you or something and didn't really think it through or something..." Phil trailed off, frowning slightly.
"He's..." I said, trying to come up with the right words. "He's like my brother, or like a very best friend."
"Maybe that's why you yelled at him. He might like you as more than a best friend."
"This is too confusing," I sighed getting up, "I don't want to think anymore."
"Wanna watch a film?" Phil suggested, also standing up.
"Yes, definitely."
"Let's see..." Phil went over to the large collection. "Is violence, cursing and blood ok?"
"As long as its stupid violence, sexy cursing and a Tarantino amount of blood." Phil grinned.
"Does 'Reservoir Dogs' sound good?"
"Perfect, I love Tim Roth." My phone vibrated on the coffee table.
New Text: Autumn the Super Spy
hey gurl u ok? I heard about Pj, forget about that guy for now, just relax and enjoy Tim Roth
"Who is it?" Phil asked, putting the DVD in the player.
"Autumn; the redhead from last week who Chris likes."
Phil nodded while grabbing a large duvet from the closet nearest the bathroom. The movie started. We watched as Joe got mad at Mr. White, and Mr. Brown went on and on about Madonna's 'Like A Virgin.'
"What do you think?" I asked Phil; I already knew that Dan agreed with Mr. Brown.
"I agree with Mr. Blonde; I could do without her."
"I agree with Mr. Orange; I would just sit there like WTF." A little later in the movie when Joe was giving out names, I looked over at Phil.
"What would your name be? If you could chose?"
"Hmmm... Mr. Purple. Or Mr. Orange. What about you?"
"Hmm, probably either Miss Yellow or Miss Green." At the very end, I look at Phil again.
"Do you think Pink escaped?"
"With all those cops out there? It's possible."
"What about Orange?"
"Doubtful. Would've been nice if he did live, but I doubt it."
"And this is why fanfiction exists. Where's Dan?"
"Visiting with some friends from his former uni," Phil said.
"Oh, ok. Did Chris take Pj back?"
"Yeah, I think so. Or took him someplace."
"So it's just us this weekend?"
"Yup."
"You don't mind having a lazy kind of weekend do you? I just don't feel like doing much."
"Fine by me. Wanna watch another film?"
"Yes, but some food first?" I asked, standing up.
"Yes, food is good." We walked into the kitchen.
"What to eat, what to eat?" I mused wandering around.
"Cereal?" Phil asked, pulling out two bowls, two spoons, and two boxes.
"Definitely," I decided.
"The Cereal of Kings," Phil said, mixing his classic cereal.
"I'm unsure if that will be a success or not."
"I've done it before, it tastes quite good." He pulled the milk out of the fridge.
"I'm still doubting it."
"Try it! Remember, you doubted Delia Smith brownies, and they turned out to be the best brownies you ever ate," he reminded me.
"Not the absolute best, but close to it," I agreed, taking the second bowl he made.
"Well, I can guarantee this will be the best cereal you ever ate," Phil said around a mouthful of cereal.
"Well, here goes nothing," I said, taking a spoonful of the cereal. "Ok, you win this time, Lester."
"HA! I told you so!" He hopped up and danced around the kitchen. "I am victorious!"
"For now, just wait until Christmas."
"Wait, what?"
"My friends promised to post me some of my fav American food."
"Oh... wait, you're gonna force us to eat American food?" Phil made a face. "Isn't it really greasy and gross and disgusting?"
"Not all of it, I mostly miss the root beer, and the reeses." Phil gave me a confused look.
"It's a soda and a candy; it's pretty amazing." Phil just nodded.
"What do you want to watch next?" he asked as we walked back into the lounge.
"Let's see," I said walking over to their movie collection. "One sec, I' be right back." I quickly ran into my room and grabbed the DVD's that I needed to add to their collection.
"Whatcha adding?"
"Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings, Outsiders, Stand By Me, Animal House, Pirates of the Caribbean, Casablanca, Little Nikita and Running on Empty."
"Shall we have an American Movie Marathon?"
"They're not that American."
"You bought them in America, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"That makes them American. Movie Marathon?"
"Definitely, which one first?"
"The Princess Bride; Melanie can quote almost every word from it," I told him with a smirk.
"She's the one who's dating the other one, right?" Phil asked.
"Yeah, her and Tommy," I said while putting the movie in. Right as the adverts started playing, my phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID and hung up immediately.
"Who was it...?" Phil asked as my phone started ringing again.
"Pj," I said, hanging up. After him calling me three more times and me hanging up three more times, I was getting annoyed.
"Why don't you just...try talking to him...?" Phil suggested.
"I guess it couldn't hurt, could it?" I asked as my phone started ringing again. I headed towards my room while pressing talk.
"What the hell do you want Liguori, I am not in the mood to talk to you at all," I said coldly, sitting on my bed.
"Woah, Kenz, chill; it's not Pj, it's me," Chris said over the phone.
"Oh, ok. Sorry about hanging up on you fifty million times.'
"It's fine really, I'm just surprised you kept your phone on. Did Phil tell you to pick up your phone?"
"Uh, yeah." I admitted.
"Well that's good. What exactly happened? 'Cause once Pj got back to his place, he stormed into his room and wouldn't come out at all; his housemates are really worried."
"Well, um, we were talking and he was acting awkward, I guess, and I went to get a hoodie out of my closet and when I turned around he was directly behind me and he just kissed me," I said in one breath.
"Wow, that explains some things."
"Yeah, do you have any idea why he would do something like that, I mean he's kind of like my brother and stuff."
"Well I do, but I can't exactly tell you, if you understand. All I will say is that he doesn't really see you as a sister."
"Oh, ok..."
"Enough about Pj, how are you doing?"
"Um, well... I'm not sure."
"Well that's not good, you should work on finding that out, Hufflepuff."
"Do you have a problem with Hufflepuffs?"
"No, I'm just a slytherin."
"I knew it!"
"How?"
"Well, Dan is a Gryffindor, and Phil is another Hufflepuff, and then Pj is a Ravenclaw, so you were obvious."
"Is that so?"
"Yup, and in fanfiction you never become a prefect, even though everyone else does."
"HOW DARE THEY!"
"Chill, they do sometimes, not often, but sometimes."
"That's good, but why are you reading fanfiction about us?"
"Long story, let's just blame it on still being a fangirl."
"You know you're in fanfiction too now, right?"
"WHAT?!"
"Hey, Kenzie are you alright?" Phil asked standing by my door.
"Yeah, Chris is being mean and scary."
"AM NOT!" Chris yelled through the phone.
"So it's Chris then, not Pj?" Phil asked.
"Yeah."
"Hey, I have to go." Chris said.
"Ok, bye."
"Remember, stay gold," Chris said before hanging up.
"OMG I love Chris," I fangirled, not realizing Phil was still in the room. Phil awkwardly looked away and shoved his hands in his pockets. "OMG that came out wrong, sorry fangirling. He made an awesome book reference, and its all like asdfghjklftvbhnkjjwffcg and feels."
"How would you spell that word you just said?" Phil asked, grinning.
"No idea, but it starts with the middle row of the keyboard."
"Of course it does. What was the book reference?"
"The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton. OMG we totally need to watch it, like now."
"Is it depressing?"
"Depends, but its really good," I said as I dragged him towards the TV, or attempted to drag him. "Ok, you need to be like shorter." Phil laughed.
"Will I need to get a tissue box? Will I like, cry at the end?"
"Depends on how attached you get; like the first time I watched it I didn't, but then if you also read the book, watch the movie fifty more times, and read the fanfiction, then yes."
"I'll get tissues for you," Phil said, walking to the bathroom.
"Meh," I said, sticking my tongue out at his back.
"I saw that."
"How?"
"There's a mirror."
"Well then, I don't like mirror."
"Anyway, the movie?"
"Yes, my seven favorite guys ever."
"Well then," Phil huffed.
"You'll see, there amazing," I said pressing play.
A/N HEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO so im sorry about the long forever wait, i had this chapter written and i ment to upload it before i went to summer camp, but i forgot then i wne tot my grandparents were there was no internet, so im back now.
so kickthemac r amazingkenzie?
review review review lovies, and i'll see you maybe tomorrow, but no promises cuz its my bday