I mumbled, and hurriedly strode back to Quinn, collapsing beside her barely in the chair, sobbing quietly into her shoulder. She allowed me and rubbed my back soothingly as my Father, my brothers, Joe, Charlie, and Gabe, and my uncle Ciaran, who had recently arrived back from his business trip to London, slowly cover my grandfather's coffin. I sighed, and my father placed a bouquet of beautiful, white roses. Mr. and Mrs. Gomez walked over to us. "How are you Teddy?" Mrs. Gomez asked me. I sighed "as well as I can be considering my Grandfather just died." she looked at me sympathetically. "C'mon Jasmin let's go talk to Taby and Josh." Mr.Gomez said pulling her toward Mr. and Mrs. Sen. I sighed again and Roy put a hand on my shoulder. Dan awkwardly hugged me so quickly I could barely register surprise. "Roy, Dan we've got to take you home" Mr. Sen called out. "Cya Teddy and Quinn!" Dan said "Bye guys" Roy said then walked over to Mr. Sen. Roy practically lived in the Sen's house. He was like Dan's brother. They were so close. I wished i could talk to my brothers like that.
Oh. I didn't quite finish it, did I? We'll have to fix that. Slowly, all of the people who had been present trickled out of the room until it was just me and my family. Lukie was still crying. Everyone else had red, puffy eyes and wet cheeks. I watched Joe tense his jaw. He looked as if he was about to cry. I walked over to him and hugged him. He was surprised, but he hugged back. Joe and I had never been close. He's always been the oldest, always looking out of Charlie, but he'd never paid much attention to me. I saw Jodie hugging Gabe. Jodie and Gabe never really got along. They were too different. I suppose when someone you love dies, this happens. I walked over and hugged Lukie. My dad fumbled with his car keys. He told me and Gabe to go on home, the rest of them would clean up. Naomi, who up until them had been silent, said to all of us, "Your grandfather was one-of-a-kind, and he will be missed." my father nodded. My mother hugged her. To our entire family, even though she wasn't blood related, we loved her. I picked Lukie up like a little girl, because she weighed like one, and she was small enough. Gabe got in the drivers side and me and Lukie sat in the back. Though she was thirteen, she sometimes acted like she was five. She was petite and delicate, just like my mother said she would be. Gabe had always been the cryptic, leery one. He was Joe's elder by a year, and taking college classes. He lived at home because it was less expensive, and less distracting. Gabe was more like the brother I knew I had but was never around. We drove home in silence, Lukie burrowing her head into my chest, sobbing. I started to think about the chest. Had my grandfather written a memoir of his life? Had he put pictures that tell a story, a journal? Grandfather's life has always been a mystery to me. He was never one to tell about his endeavors as a child. That time at his house was the only time I heard that my great-grandparents were Irish peasants. I thought we'd immigrated earlier than that. I decided I'd go get it later, I'd find out. Right now, it was time just to mourn. At home, I found that Tyler and Cody were waiting for me. The looks on their faces weren't friendly. Gabe and Lukie headed inside while I look at them. "Hi." "Hey." Cody remained stoic, if not a little guilty. I raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" "I think that you're getting to close to my sister." The idea was ludicrous. I chuckled at Tyler and walked inside. "I'm not to close to your sister, Dan is." When I got inside, Gabe asks "So what did your friends want?" "Nothing." I hug Gabe unexpectedly. To my surprise, he hugs back. "You're so much like grandpa, it hurts to look at you." he muttered. Lukie stands in the doorway, watching. I walk upstairs, feeling both of their eyes. In my bedroom, I collapse onto my bed. Today has been far to tiring. Only five days till school starts up. God, I'm not ready. As I drift to sleep, I decide I don't want to know grandpa's story just yet. I want to write my own first. It will wait until next summer. Fin.