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It's been 2 days after the funeral, and I'm still crying. My aunt Jenny and uncle Gavin are finally moved in, now sleeping in my parents old room. They've been comforting me since I lost Chester, and it's like I can't seem to get over everything.

Michael has managed to pull me out of bed, saying he was taking me out. He didn't tell me where, and I really didn't care to ask. I jumped in the shower, threw on a pair of clothes that weren't dirty, and applied the usual minimum makeup. I look like a bum with a good style.

We walked downstairs and I greeted my, I guess you could say, "guardians" because they're not my parents.

"Hey guys." I walked over to pick up and apple, but Michael just took it out of my hand. "What?" "Where we're going involves food." He put it back in the bowl, and I stood there dumbfounded. "Okay."

"Well look who finally dragged her little butt out of bed." Uncle Gavin smiled. I gave him a sarcastic look.

"Ha Ha. Can you guys please stop picking on me now, I'm trying to mourn over my brother's death here." I sat down right across from him but, yet again, Michael pulled me back up. "Okay, if you're just going to keep stopping me from doing things, can we just leave?"

"Well, what do you think I was waiting to do!" He stated, pulling me out of the kitchen and throwing my shoes at me that were placed by the door. "Well if you're going to throw shoes, I'm not going."

"Oh be quiet and get in the car." It wasn't that long of a drive before we pulled up at my favorite restaurant, besides the diner of course, Andie's. My attitude immediately brightened up. I used to come here all the time with my family.

"Table for 2 please." The waitress lead us to a booth and gave us our menus before walking away. "I'm paying by the way."

"Alright." I never really fought with him when it comes to paying because he always won. It would just be a silly argument.

A waiter soon came over, who looked quite familiar. As he walked closer, it shocked me that it turned out to be Luke. "Looking good, busboy." I smiled at him and he just glared at me. "When I saw you two I actually though to myself, 'I wonder if the colored hair couple is Mackenzie and Michael?'" The two of us let out a small laugh, but Michael just sat there with a sour look on his face. "I didn't know you worked here, Luke."

"My dad actually owns the restaurant." He laughed and pulled out a note pad. "So, what can I get you?"

Michael ordered a hamburger, while I just got the chicken parmigiana. We both got water, and soon Luke walked away. "So why the hell did you have that look on your face when Luke was over here? You kind of looked constipated." I laughed. "I don't know, I just really don't like him that much."

"How could you not like him? Michael, that's ridiculous!" He scratched the back of his neck and look at me. "Well, remember the day we found Chester."

"How could I not?"

"Well, when Luke offered to take you home, I guess I just felt a little uncomfortable. You barely know the guy. He could have raped you." Michael had a look of pure hatred in eyes. "Well he didn't, I'm perfectly fine." He rolled his eyes. "Well, I can see that. Can we please change the subject?" Wow, this boy had some disliking for someone we barely know.

"So why'd you dye your hair green. With that look on your face, you remind me of Oscar the Grouch." I laughed to myself, but I think I might have pissed him off. "Oh shush. Well, I finally decided to dye it and I didn't know what color, so I closed my eyes and knocked a box off the shelf. It just happened to be green. Your color is fading." He looked at the back of my hair. I pulled some hair from my ponytail to see that it was losing it's color. I hadn't really paid attention to it. "Well I don't think I'm going to dye it for a while. I'm just going to let it fade out back to blonde."

Luke came back with our orders and we dug in. I've missed the food here, and apparently so has Michael being that it's all over him. Yet, he still continues to shove it all in his mouth. When he finished, he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Probably not wanting to talk to Luke.

We left the money on the table, and when Michael wasn't looking, I put down some more money to tip Luke. I was then dragged out of the restaurant and pushed into Michael's car.

"So Mr. Pushy, where to now?" I looked out the window and took in our little town. "Well it's Sunday and about 2, so anything you want." I jerked forward when I heard that. "Crap! Michael I have work. Go go go!" He drove fast and we made it to the ice cream parlor with a couple minutes to spare.

I walked in and saw that no one was in there but Lauren, who was turned around and doing something I couldn't see. I snuck up behind her and tapped her shoulder. When she turned around, she freaked. "Mackenzie! You're back!" She put me in a death grip hug and I hugged her back tight.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get back into the swing of things." I threw my jumper on overtop of my clothes since it was cold in here. "Well that's good to hear." She smiled and we continued to work until closing. It wasn't that much of a busy day. There were only about 30 more customers that came in before it was time to close.

Michael came to pick us up and we took Lauren home before going to mine. "Are coming to school tomorrow?" Michael asked before

I got out. "Yeah, I'm going to try." He nodded. "I'll pick you up tomorrow so you don't have to walk." "Okay, thanks Mikey." I smiled and walked inside. I didn't even greet Jenny and Gavin before I passed out in my bed.

I soon woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring when it only felt as if I got 5 minutes of sleep. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. When I got out I did my usual routine before I threw on some leggings, a Nirvana tank, and my blue and white jumper that said "Paris" on it, since it was a bit chilly. I also put on my glasses because I didn't feel like my contacts were important today.

I didn't have time to eat before Michael showed up. I threw on my grey converse and grabbed my stuff, putting it in my back pack. I opened up the door before Michael could knock, and we walked back over to the car and drove off to school.

After Michael parked, we walked inside. I headed towards my locker, but stopped when I saw a huge sign over Chester's. It had a bunch of stuff in front of it and I just stood there to look at it, feeling the tears come to my eyes.

"Hey" Michael cooed in my ear. "Are you okay?" He rubbed my back. "Mic-chael," my voice broke. "I don't think I can do this."

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