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Studying the Dead
Chapter Thirteen - Jacqueline
I could be a bitch right now, get frigid and defensive. I could make a smart-ass comment, probably reduce Caitlin to tears. I could just leave altogether, and either make a scene or slip away.
But, going with the smarter part of my brain, I decided I’d say something nice and keep my sour mood to myself.
“Trent would’ve liked this,” I told her, listening to Jen sob beside me. She’d been like this all day, not that anyone blamed her. He was her boyfriend for Christ’s sake, I had always pictured them getting married and raising a kid and being totally successful and happy.
I had also pictured myself as the maid of honor, looking damn fine. But I guess that’s off topic.
“He would've been trying to make this a happy memory though; he always wanted everything to have a happy memory even the saddest moments had to have something happy to remember from it. Dancing on the tables or telling funny stories about people or something crazy," Cole said. I chuckled, remembering the day I turned eighteen. Trent and everyone took me out to a club, as most of them were older than me. He ended up dancing on a little circular table, getting pelted with Jen’s quarters. The memory made me laugh, but I stopped awkwardly, like everyone else did. Should we really be laughing right now? Things were tense and my left foot twitched, I almost bolted out of there.
“No, we shouldn’t be doing this!” Turning my head, to the voice, I saw Sam. He wasn’t my favorite guy in the world—Hell, I think I’d rather hang out with Jesse—but sometimes; he could use his pea-sized brain and speak his mind.
“Didn't we just hear what Cole said? We should remember the good things about him, that's what he would've wanted!" I blinked once, processing what he’d said. And then, I thought, damn straight.
Closing my eyes, I tried to envision his face, hear his laugh. I racked my brains for one of the best memories I had, one from last year. All we had been doing was shopping. Nothing big or exciting. But, Trent was just that kind of person that turned everything into a huge event, something fun and unforgettable.
Smiling, I opened my eyes to see everyone else with the same lips curved up with fond memories of the one and only Trent Clyburn.
But, going with the smarter part of my brain, I decided I’d say something nice and keep my sour mood to myself.
“Trent would’ve liked this,” I told her, listening to Jen sob beside me. She’d been like this all day, not that anyone blamed her. He was her boyfriend for Christ’s sake, I had always pictured them getting married and raising a kid and being totally successful and happy.
I had also pictured myself as the maid of honor, looking damn fine. But I guess that’s off topic.
“He would've been trying to make this a happy memory though; he always wanted everything to have a happy memory even the saddest moments had to have something happy to remember from it. Dancing on the tables or telling funny stories about people or something crazy," Cole said. I chuckled, remembering the day I turned eighteen. Trent and everyone took me out to a club, as most of them were older than me. He ended up dancing on a little circular table, getting pelted with Jen’s quarters. The memory made me laugh, but I stopped awkwardly, like everyone else did. Should we really be laughing right now? Things were tense and my left foot twitched, I almost bolted out of there.
“No, we shouldn’t be doing this!” Turning my head, to the voice, I saw Sam. He wasn’t my favorite guy in the world—Hell, I think I’d rather hang out with Jesse—but sometimes; he could use his pea-sized brain and speak his mind.
“Didn't we just hear what Cole said? We should remember the good things about him, that's what he would've wanted!" I blinked once, processing what he’d said. And then, I thought, damn straight.
Closing my eyes, I tried to envision his face, hear his laugh. I racked my brains for one of the best memories I had, one from last year. All we had been doing was shopping. Nothing big or exciting. But, Trent was just that kind of person that turned everything into a huge event, something fun and unforgettable.
Smiling, I opened my eyes to see everyone else with the same lips curved up with fond memories of the one and only Trent Clyburn.
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Sort of short. Sorry for all the swearing, but I'm pretty much a sailor in real life.I know it's been a long time (you don't need to remind me, another author by the name of Victoria has plenty of times) and I could give you my list of (legit) excuses, but I doubt you want to hear them.
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