i can still write more! but i had to take a shower. tell me if you want me to continue

i'm writing more anyway. i think i got more than a pinch of inspiration in the mix...

"Ew a dead body!" Dominique trilled, peeking over Brendon's drooping shoulders. He hadn't realized he'd liked Stella so much...until she was dead...because of him.

He severely wanted to rewind time to when they first met and make things right. He had a day dream/almost flash back of how things could have and should have gone.

"Oh, sorry," Stella said charmingly as she bumped into him.

"It's fine," he said, grinning.

"I'm Stella," she said, offering her hand.

"Brendon," he said, shaking it. They smiled at eachother and as the bell rang, they rushed off to their Science class. They took seats next to eachother and smiled shyly the whole way through class.

"Wanna...meet up sometime?" Brendon asked of her as they stepped out of the room.

"I'd love that," she said, and the fantasy ended. He was looking at Stella's body, and he didn't know what to do.

"Well, lets go," his 'girfriend' said loudly, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry I left like that its just...oh the Whore is here," he heard Luna say. He turned and looked mourfully at the girl. She was about four inches taller than Stella, blonde, with defiant green eyes.

"Hello," was all that Brendon could choke out. Lua walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I think I know how you feel..." she began, then started crying. Brendon found himself doing the same. They cried for Stella, and Brendon cried for the chances he'd lost.

"Uck. I'm leaving Brendon," Dominique said disgustedly. Brendon only hung his head and pictured Stella sitting next to him in class, or sitting just a table over at lunch.

The two mourners heard the heeled shoes click away and they continued mourning. Finally, Luna sniffled and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"You okay?" she asked kindly. Brendon shook his head, his beautiful face marred by sorrow.

"I understand," she tried to console him, but she realized, she didn't. He had a hidden affection for Stella, and he could never let her know. Luna had always been like a sister to Stella, so had a completely different set of losses than Brendon.

The bathroom door slammed shut, causing them both to look up. No one was there. Their eyes wide, the listened to foot steps and the sounds of someone walking in the bathroom, but didn't see anyone.

"Did you really care for me?" Brendon heard a soft voice ask. He nodded.

"B-But...why couldn't you tell me?" came a sob from no where.

"I don't know," Brenodn croaked, his goregous voice cracking.

"Luna? Be nice to the boy. I can't stay here now. I tried, but I can't," Stella's voice was heard by both of them.

"I love you STella..." Brendon found himself whispering. He realized that he meant it.

"I loved you too," was the last thing he heard before he fell. The sweet words whispered into his ear disappeared into the recesses of his memory as he fainted.

-The next Day-

Brendon woke with a start in a hospital bed. He sat up and looked around frantically. He saw Luna in the bed next to his, and the other bed was vacant. There were flowers near Luna's bed.

"Stella?" she whispered, and woke up as shocked as Brendon was.

"IS Stella? Was it just a dream? Oh god please tell me it was..." she said, biting her lip.

"Well unless we both dreamed the same thing, then I don't think it was..." he told her.

"Damn," she said, leaning back and letting tears slip down her face.

OH MY GOD
THATS INTENSE
IT ALMOST MADE ME CRY
YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE

well not until diamond.daydream tells me to, cuz otherwise i'll feel bad...

YES! GO AHEAD! I like it!

Luna glanced at the flowers by her bed with a bemused expression on her face. She wondered if she had missed Stella's funeral...or even if there would be one. She wondered who had left her the flowers and what was the point of them.

"Why do people leave flowers?" Brendon asked, echoing her thoughts.

"I dunno. I wonder if there will be a funeral," she said softly. Her voice was still torn from crying so much and it hurt to sat too much. Brendon was in much of the same condition, though his torn voice was still more beautiful than the average voice.

"If there is then I'm going," he said. They both stared at the ceiling and wondered what would become of the world without Stella in it.

"I wonder too much," Luna said, biting her lip habitually.

"Hmm?" Brendon asked.

"My mind wanders," she explained, turning her head to look at him in the hospital bed next to hers.

He turned to look at her also. His eyes, those which Stella had loved so much, were dulled with pain and his usually smiling lips were pulled into a frown that looked nothing at all like his adorable pout. He was heartbroken, in the way that could not be fixed.

Luna herself was not in much better condition, her sparkling green eyes were now devoid of flash or shine, her skin looked even paler than normal, and her blonde hair was lank around her shoulders. She'd lost a person who was essentially her sister; a person who she could confide in and not have to worry, a person who would confide in her and trust her completely. It was hard.

"WHat are we going to do?" Brendon asked, again echoing Luna's thoughts.

"WHy are we even in a hospital?" she asked irritably. She turned on her apparently uninjured side and pressed a button that was supposedly for calling a nurse. She jammed her thumb into the button violently and waited. Then she repeated the motion and scowled at the light.

"What do you need?" she heard a cool voice ask. It was cold and it matched its owner perfectly. The nurse was dressing in all white, had pale blonde hair, was really pale, and had very pale grey eyes. She was straight as a bored and she looked scary.

"WHy am I here?" Luna asked, glaring at the woman. Her name tag read, 'Penelope'.

"You were found unconsious on the floor of the school bathroom," 'Penlope' said coldly.

"Any guesses why?" was the slightly angry sounding response.

"None," was the curt answer and 'Penelope' walked away. Luna's eyes bored into her head the entire time until she turned a corner.

"What a bitch," Luna muttered. She turned to get encouragement from Brendon, like she had done so many times with Stella, but he was just staring at the ceiling, mourning.

Luna moaned and rolled over in her bed, muttering, "Well, I'm in bed, may as well sleep." Then she started crying again, thinking of Stella.

-The day of the funeral-

Brendon stood near the back of the church as he gazed at the black shrouded coffin by the alter. Luna was right at the front with the close family. He could her black clad back and her blode hair covered in a black veil. Her shouldered were shaking and he knew she was crying for her friend.

Brendon moved closer to the front as the speeches started. Luna noticed the rustling noise of his black suit pants and looked back. She flashed him a sad smile and he returned the favor.

He reflected upon his descisions sinse Stella had died. He'd dumped Dominique as crudely as was humanly possible, he'd stopped hanging out with the 'popular' crowd, he'd started sitting by Stella's friends at lunch, he'd stopped laughing. Luna still encouraged him to laugh, and she herself did her best to appear cheerful at school, though he could see how much it hurt her to act happy.

"I loved Stella, but funerals seriously bore me to tears. Luckily, tears are allowed," Luna whispered in his ear. She'd snuck back a row and stood next to him. He chuckled quietly at her joke, and she smiled gratefully.

He then decided that something rash was in order.

"Luna? Can we talk after the ceremonies and stuff?" he asked her, his breath moving her veil slightly.

"Sure," she whispered in response. Then they turned back to the sermon and pretended that they were paying attention instead of composing their own little speeches for Stella.

Awe!

more?

Yes!

please.

this is the sadest most confusing thing i have ever read in my life!!!

BUT IT WINS!! TOTALLY WINS!!!
I HEART THIS WITH PASSION!!!
i'm actually anxious to see what happens next

After the ceremonies which, despite how much no one really wanted to admit it, were extrememly boring, Luna and Brenodn snuck out to the front of the church. Luna sat against the walla nd closed her eyes. She was surprised that she'd managed to keep her eyes relatively dry throughout the whole thing.

"Luna?" Brendon asked. He was striving not to repeat the mistake he'd made when he'd met Stella.

"Yes?" was the wearly response.

"Wanna...ehrm...like, meet up sometime or something?" he asked nervously.

"Okay," Luna said, leaning her head against the cold stone of the wall. Brendon plopped down beside her and sat down in a similar postion to hers; legs sticking out, head back, arms limp.

"Shit. I just had a weird thought..." Luna said, breaking the comfortable silense.

"Whats that?" Brendon asked.

"I just thought, 'Man I wish Stella were here. She would keep me entertained,' then I realized 'Wait, she'd keep me entertained at her own funeral? Thats a morbid thought,'" she told him, attempting to smile. He found himself smiling.

"I'm hungry..." he said.

"And life goes on! A baby born, a teen gets hungry; all is well, harmony complete," Luna exclaimed, getting up. Brendon smiled at her and they went inside to eat.

Awe.

I really like what you've written!

yay!!!