I fell asleep in the backseat of Greg's car listening to Give Me Novacaine by Green Day. Greg was hugging me. I guess he let me sleep for a while and someone took me home, because when I woke up, I was in a bed, wearing different clothes, and it was three in the afternoon. "Who brought me here?" I asked, getting up and still not figuring out who's house it was.
"Hey kiddo", Greg stated, watching me walk in the living room. "Damn. You ok? You look sick."
"Just fucking fabulous, Greg", I responded. I sat beside him.
"Your dad doesn't want you to go to the funeral", he told me. He handed me him plate of Chinese food. "Eat."
"Why not?" I asked. Greg rubbed the back of my head.
"Just because, honey", he whispered. He pulled me into a hug.
"You're like the older brother I've never hand", I stated.
Greg smiled. He grabbed a noodle from the plate and ate it. "TV?"
"Sure", I replied. We watched Law and Order: Criminal Intent. My phone rang. I let my ringtone, Attention Reader by Pancey Prep, play for a minute.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi. Are you Kamdyn Stokes?" a woman asked.
"Yeah", I responded.
"I'm your mother."