Part 20: The Coffee Shop
*at the funeral
tom and haz stepped out of the car. you just sat there, motionless, your eyes looked at nothing. “im not ready... im not ready.” became a little chant in your head. Haz opened the back door to grab flowers and a card. Tom opens your door and grabs your hand, “common darling. me and haz are here. we just need to pay our respects okay?” his voice was so reassuring, so you climbed out, without a word. your eyes wandered to the people walking in. you tried remembering who they were, but nothing came to mind. you felt terrible because you never had a life with your parents, you dad moved away for awhile then came back to visit mom, then he died. you walk into the door. a girl about my age runs up to Tom squealing. “YOUR TOM HOLLAND! CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH!” Tom looks confused and says, “im sorry but no, im here to pay my respects and i dont think its appropriate. maybe we’ll meet again?” she looked mad. “oh. i see. so your gonna date this HOE, huh, good thing her parents died, they’d be so ashamed of her. haha.” she laughed again and she spat at me.