Hey you guys! It's StylishFashionista, and I'm back with another chapter! Yay! I came back from camp just a couple days ago, and it was so much fun! I have such an uneven tan now... XD I don't really mind, though. It's a tan for crying out loud! XD Anyways, I guess we're off to reviews right now!

StoryToBeToldAsOne-Hahaha I like pancakes... XD Well, your wait is over! It may be a while though til you get it. ;) Thanks so much! And I did!

Bonjour10-Hahaha glad you like the change of setting! :) Yeah it may be an emotional day (I also won't need tissues for that). She did. I tried to hint at it with how trusting Garrett was for her the chapter before with his mom. But thank you so much. :)

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ABC-Writer-Thank you so much! The reason why Garrett was mad is because she never told him. He trusted her, but he thought that she didn't trust him. I hope that clarifies it a bit.

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The train ride was one of the longest train rides I had ever been on.

I had been on other train rides before. Sometimes my parents had to go to New York City or Boston for business trips, and whenever there wasn't a nanny to take care of me, I had to tag along with them. Usually, though, I had something to entertain myself. Whether it was a book such as Uncle Tom's Cabin or a notebook that I could write in the entire time, I was always entertained, and time seemed to go by quickly. But it wasn't like that when I was with Garrett and his dad. In fact, it was kind of awkward.

Honestly, if I had told both of them that my parents died sooner, then maybe I would've been having fun on that train ride instead of dying from pure boredom. I blamed myself completely. I felt like I lost Garrett's trust and respect; he hadn't spoken to me since I told him and his father about the funeral and my parents dying, which was a couple days ago, and I had felt so lonely the past couple days. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but I actually preferred walking on the dirt streets of Gettysburg and not knowing whether or not I would survive over having someone I cared about a lot shun me and give me the silent treatment. I had to admit, maybe my instincts weren't the best at the time.

Okay, my instincts were never the best.

But, ugh, I hated this. I hated watching Garrett write a letter oh-so-peacefully right next to me and ignoring me, pretending that I didn't even exist. Why couldn't I had told them in a nicer way? Maybe if I wasn't so rushed to go to the funeral, then I could've actually relaxed and told them in the calmest and nicest way possible.

No. I shouldn't even have thought that. This was all my fault. I knew that.

But I wished words could've been my ally at that time. They usually were; I was known in my family to be able to sweet-talk them into doing anything. But it didn't work that way whenever I was impulsive. I should've really stopped being impulsive. I had already been impulsive enough to make so many mistakes. Now I couldn't show my face at that diner or clothes shop without blushing or feeling ashamed, and even worse, Garrett and I weren't on the best of terms anymore. And that was an understatement.

I sighed loudly. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't.

I tried my best to give him a hug. I snuggled into him, and while he didn't seem to react to it at first, he then started to tense up. I looked up at him, and I saw him mustering his best glare. I didn't get off him, however. I just kept looking up at him.

Finally, he said something. "What are you doing?"

I didn't respond for a while. What was I doing? I didn't really have a solid reason for why I was snuggling on his chest and gazing into his sapphire blue eyes. So, instead, I just choked out, "I'm sorry."

He looked at me as if I was insane. "You apologize now? Two days later?"

I felt my throat clog up with guilt as I said, "I'm sorry. I really am. I get that it's a bit late, but it's kind of hard to apologize to someone who's giving you the silent treatment."

He bit his bottom lip, and I could tell that he was trying to hold in a laugh. "Ugh, you know how hard it is to stay mad at you?"

I blinked a couple of times, trying to register what he just said. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He apparently took that as a sign to continue.

"I just, ugh! You mean so much to me, and after entrusting you with what happened with my mom, I just thought that you would trust me as well, you know?"

I sighed and said, "I do, Garrett. I really do."

"Then why didn't you trust me with the fact that you were homeless and that your parents died in the Battle of Gettysburg?" Garrett asked me in a whisper. "That would've been really nice to know."

"I'm sorry, okay?!" I exclaimed. "What was I supposed to say? When was I supposed to tell you? Was I supposed to just say out of the blue 'Oh, yeah, my parents are dead and I would be homeless if it wasn't for your dad'?"

"Actually, that would've been perfect!" Garrett snapped. "Jasmine, you mean the world to me. Why couldn't you have told me something as important as that? I thought you trusted me."

I felt my heart break at that. He called me Jasmine, not Jaz. That felt like a sting to my heart. He really was mad.

After looking into each other's eyes for a while, Garrett shook his head, going back to writing his letter. "Well, apparently I was wrong." He then nudged me off his chest, and I froze. I finally got him to speak, but because of my stupidity, he shut me back out again. I felt even more horrible than I did before. I stole another glance at him. He seemed concentrated on his letter, his breathing light once again. I sighed silently before leaning my elbow on the window, checking the time. 3:00. Perfect. I still had another silent, awkward hour to live through.

We finally got off at the train station at Washington DC, and unluckily, it was 10 minutes after we were supposed to arrive there. That meant an extra ten minutes having to deal with a silent Garrett who was mad at me. I hated having to deal with that. It broke my heart knowing that I made him so mad. And the guilty feeling that wouldn't depart me stomach was still there.

Garrett's dad asked for directions to the Arlington Cemetery. It was just across the Potomac River, and we had to go on a boat to cross. There was a man rowing our boat for us, and he was very talkative. He seemed sweet, but it didn't feel right to smile anymore. However, when he finally asked the reason why we were crossing the river, I answered by saying, "I'm going to my parents' funeral." He didn't speak after that.

Once we were there, we changed into the black outfits we packed. I bought a special one from Grace for this occasion. It was a black dress with a black and gold bodice, black lace for sleeves, and black flowers on the skirt. She reassured me that it looked presentable for a funeral, and I could only hope so.

Garrett and his dad were wearing similar outfits. Both were wearing black long sleeve shirts with black pants and black dress shoes. I felt horrible - it was hot out and they were wearing that much - but both of them swore they didn't mind. Well, Garrett's dad did, at least. He also told me that Garrett didn't mind, but after everything that happened between us, I wasn't sure whether that was the truth or not.

But, either way, they looked amazing. Especially Garrett. I shouldn't have been thinking of him that way since we were kind of in a fight, but he looked so good. I had never seen him wear black before, but it definitely was his color. It brought out his sapphire blue eyes that I loved so much.

We were about to go to the funeral room, but then Garrett's dad passed me something. Black leather flats. My eyes widened. I didn't expect him to make these for me. I muttered a quick thank you.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled at me, putting the black flats on my feet. "Consider it a special gift."

I didn't respond to that. I didn't know how to.

I wondered for a split second if Garrett ever asked his dad to make me some shoes. He did ask me if I wanted some new ones, but that was only a couple of hours before the whole thing...

I should've really stopped thinking about that already. It obviously wasn't helping. Especially in the circumstance I was in.

The funeral started, and I watched a girl in her 20s speak. I had seen her around before. She was one of my mom's patients and later became her helper in the war. They were super close, and I couldn't really blame them. We never truly spoken though, and we should probably start. However, I was second guessing that, since it would remind me more about my mom.

Then, a general started talking about both of them. He must've known my parents very well; if not, then he wouldn't even have been here in the first place. He wasn't wearing black; instead he was wearing his regular camouflage uniform with a few medals pinned onto it. I didn't even dare focus on him speaking. Instead, I learned to focus on the bland color that the walls were, the white roses set on the table, anything except for the speech. If I started to pay attention, I would've already started crying.

However, my eyes widened as I saw my grandmother struggling to walk up. I couldn't believe it. The last time I saw her was when she and my mom had this huge fight about my dad being an abolitionist, and they never talked ever since. But I knew deep down inside that she had always cared. It was obvious she never stopped.

At that point, I was on the verge of bursting into tears. I didn't want to look straight at her, but I always did; she was my grandmother talking at my parents' funeral; I had to. Once I heard, "No matter how much we struggle with them in our lives, we all know that it's worth it," I blinked a couple of tears out. I expected myself to cry, but I never liked the feeling.

When I felt someone's fingers lace through mine, I had to look next to me to remind myself that it was Garrett sitting next to me, not anyone else. I didn't know what to focus on, but the feeling I got when his thumb moved softly on my palm felt absolutely amazing. It felt comforting, reassuring. I didn't understand why he was doing that, but I didn't question it. He kept doing that, even after she had stopped talking.

"Do you want to speak?" I heard someone ask me. I shook my head.

"No. I can't. I wouldn't be able to get out a sentence without crying," I told the person.

Then everyone started to leave. All of my tears had dried up, but each step I took felt like a weight crashing down onto me. And Garrett let go of me. That honestly made me feel worse.

We took the boat back and went to our hotel. The entire way there was silent. Both of them knew I couldn't say anything, and I didn't. I let myself wallow up in silence, mourning about my parents. I hadn't had the chance to do that earlier, and now that I could, I had to.

I finally let myself sob. I cried harder than I ever did before. I needed to let it all out before knowing I could move on. Garrett's dad rubbed his hand on my back while I did, and I just kept doing that until I was out of tears. Then, I finally looked up with red eyes. Both of them looked at me sorrily, and I sighed.

"I let it all out. I miss them like heck, and I still love them to death, but I know they wouldn't want me crying forever." I stood up; there wasn't any more weights. "It'll be hard to get over it, but I need to start." I attempted to smile. I was ready to never forget them, but to move on and be happy. I hoped.

That was the chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed. :) I honestly had a really hard time ending this. :( If you guys enjoyed, please review! Could I please have 55? :)

Anyways, with the new summary that came out for the episode Lindy Nose Best, I'm honestly not too mad. Why? They're fake-dating. It doesn't mean that Jogan is going to make out or anything. They don't like each other! Honestly, I can picture Jasmine telling Logan what to do, and at the end, since he isn't being "a good boyfriend", she's just like, "Ugh! I give up!" And besides, Jarrettors, we can always pretend that they're going to fake date to also make Garrett jealous. ;) I will never forget when they were alone together in Fireman Freddy's. ;) *hint hint nudge nudge*