The last week has been anything but boring.

I went to a little league baseball game and laughed at how agrivated the parents got.

Everyday I have walked to the grocery store to buy myself a salad and kombucha.

Yesterday I went rollerskating and managed to catch 3 guys attention, I later texted Amelia about it, and she said its because I'm a snack. gross.

I even enrolled myself into some group therapy session where you talk about grief and loss, Its not ideal but its something, I met some cool people I suposse.

I just don't like admitting Scotts gone.

Like I know he's gone, but I don't know.

I hear his voice everday and I talk to him, so is he really gone?

At this point I'll never move on.

I look at myself in my body sized mirror, the outfit of the day consists of low rise, flared skinny jeans, a fitted, long sleeve, navy blue, striped shirt, black converse, black sunglasses and my black purse.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I snap a mirror picture to send to Amelia before leaving my apartment.

Outside is windy and has a lot of clouds, but its still super hot out even without the sun shining in my eyes.

I live right by the airport so I don't even bother waving down a taxi, I stop once by a coffee shop to get a cookie and three lattes.

Brandon and Amelia's flight lands in half an hour, and I should be at the airport in 10 minutes so Ill have time to do some airport shopping.

My phone dings in my pocket, its a text from Amelia letting me know her plane landed early.

I practically run the rest of the way to the airport, careful not to spill any coffee on myself.

Once I get there I just wait outside looking around for a short girl who looks like she could kill you, and a tall guy who looks like how sugar tastes.

I spot them through the crowd and grin.

"Holy shit you look HOT" Amelia squeals before hugging me, I hug Brandon next before handing the two their coffees.

"lets get going" I say nodding my head towards the city streets, Amelia squeals one more time before following me, with Brandon in tow.

I tell them everything about Chicago and how nice our apartment is while they tell me how nice my funeral was, the words sound crazy, they are crazy.

Once back at the apartment they go to their room and start unpacking, I grab myself water, having to drag their suitcases across town was grouling work.

"You guys wanna watch a movie or go out tonight?" I shout, "lets go mini golfing" Brandon shouts at the same time Amelia shouts "movie" there's a brief pause before Brandon changes his answer.

"I mean movie, lets watch a movie" I laugh "you're completely whipped".

I throw down blankets and pillows on the couch as Brandon makes popcorn and his special rootbeer floats, "Im changing into PJs" I say before heading to my room with Amelia follow behind me.

She opens my drawer and throws silk PJs at me before grabbing a pair for herself.

"I'm keeping these" she says after putting them on, "Okay" I say laughing.

Once we are on the couch with little women playing on the TV and Amelia throwing pieces of popcorn into Brandons mouth, I get the text.

unknown number
Brandon caved. your funeral was fun sis :D I heard you're going to Greece and didn't even invite me? that's okay, me and Jameson are taking a plane up next month at the same time as you guys :) what a coincidence, also what the fuck were you thinking?? gtg watching the Titanic with Jameson and I think he's crying, oh shit he's definitely crying, mother fucker now Xander is too, see you next month, love Avery

I don't know what to think of the message.

I also don't know if should kill Brandon or laugh at the mental image of Jameson and Xander crying over the Titanic.

I look over to see Brandon staring at me guiltily.

"She texted you didn't she" he says scooting further and further away from me.

The corner of my mouth tilts up in an answer.

He picks up Amelia from his other side and places her in between us.

I am definitely going to kill him.

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