Troy's Funeral(Chapter 28.5)
#30 of Highschool Days
Ok, here is Troy's Funeral, I know, I should have done this sooner, but hey, I thought I had given Troy's older brother a name :P turns out I didn't. Anyways, enjoy.
Warning! A sort of sad chapter.
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Gideon pushed Wyatt in front of him, towards Troy's parent's house. "I don't want to," Wyatt said quietly. It was about four hours after Wyatt had apologized to Dylan, and Wyatt had been in a somewhat good mood, well, good compared to his regular mood of late. At least, until now.
"Well, you have to." Gideon said, pushing Wyatt up to the door. "Don't worry, I'll take over if you breakdown."
Wyatt sighed and knocked on the door. A moment later a boy, about eighteen by Gideon's estimate, answered the door. His fur was white, like Troy's, and had an occasional black stripe. He smiled and said, "Hi, can I help you with something?"
Wyatt stared up at the tiger then shook his head as if to clear it, "Are you Troy's brother?"
The tiger looked down at Wyatt and said, "You know my little brother?"
"He was living with us for almost a year." Gideon said. He held out his paw and said, "My name is Gideon, and this is my little brother Wyatt. And Troy's boyfriend, to clear up anything else of how we know him."
"I'm Seth," the tiger said, taking Gideon's paw, "what happened to my little bro?"
Gideon put a paw on Wyatt's shoulder and shook him slightly. Wyatt took a deep breath before saying, "Troy died."
"What?" Seth said, his eyes darkening, "How?"
"Some sort of disease," Gideon said. Wyatt was crying now, and his shoulders were shaking with sobs. "The doctor couldn't identify it."
Seth had tears in his eyes and said, "Well, come in, I'm sure my mom will want to hear about it."
Gideon and Wyatt followed Seth inside, Wyatt with one arm wrapped around Gideon and his head buried in Gideon's chest. Gideon walked awkwardly because of Wyatt clutching his shirt. They walked into what must have been the living room and Gideon saw another white tiger, a female, sitting on the couch.
Her white fur glistened in the light that came through the window and the T.V. was on, some random soap opera or something like that. When she looked at Gideon he was almost startled, her eyes were of the same shade as Troy's. She smiled until she saw the look on Seth's face and said, "What's the matter Seth?"
Seth gestured for Gideon to speak and then sat down. "Ma'am," Gideon said, "Troy's dead."
"What?" she said, her voice cracking slightly, "H-how?"
"We don't know," Gideon said, "the doctor said it was some kind of disease, a slow acting one, a painful one."
"So my little boy died in pain?" she asked, the tears flowing openly down her face.
"No," Gideon said quietly, "the doctor had a drug, that would kill him early, before the pain got really bad."
"Who are you?" she asked quietly.
"My name is Gideon," Gideon said, "and this is my little brother Wyatt, and Troy's boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend I should, but hate, to say."
"Oh," she said quietly, wiping her eyes, "I wish he hadn't run away."
"Run away?" Wyatt said, sniffing, "His dad kicked him out. I should know, he pushed us off the porch in the middle of winter."
"Dad did what?" Seth said, growling now, "I can't believe him. And then he lied to us."
"I'll get on him about it later," Troy's mom said. She turned back to Gideon and said, "My name is Teresa."
Gideon nodded and said, "My parents have his funeral planned for Thursday."
"We'll be there," Seth said, putting a paw on his mother's shoulders.
"Ok, my mom will mail you the information." Gideon said, "Time, place, etc."
"Thank you," Teresa said quietly.
"I'm just doing something I should do," Gideon said. Wyatt was still crying and Gideon decided it wouldn't be fun to walk home with Wyatt hanging onto him like a leech, so he picked Wyatt up and cradled him against his chest as he walked.
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That Thursday, Wyatt cried into the shoulder Seth had offered him. He had been shocked when Troy's older brother had offered the shoulder, considering Seth didn't know Wyatt well at all, but Wyatt took the offer.
Seth was rubbing his paw up and down Wyatt's back, pressing against his spine just enough to be slightly relaxing. Seth was crying himself. He was the first person Troy came out to, and it had been awkward for him at first, but he had dealt with it.
Troy had cried at first, fearing that Seth would tell their parents about him, but Seth kept his promise not to tell and to love his brother no matter what. The preacher finished speaking and stepped out of the room as quickly as he could. He had been paid to do this, of course, and he had accepted, even though he had positively resented preaching at a gay boy's funeral, even if the gay boy was only thirteen years old.
The funeral didn't have many people there so the viewing went quick. Seth, Wyatt, and Teresa spent the most time viewing Troy's body, sobbing loudly as they looked at the peaceful body. After about five minutes of staring Wyatt had collapsed to his knees and buried his head in his paw.
Gideon had walked up slowly behind him and picked him up, cradling his body against his chest. Seth sighed as he looked at the two. He remembered when he had done a similar thing for his brother, except it had been a small feral cat the little boy had cried over. He almost smiled at the memory, but the day was too sad for a smile.
When Seth was finished, saying his final goodbye to Troy, he stepped away from the coffin and sighed as he walked back to where everyone was standing together, talking quietly or not at all.
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Wyatt cried into Gideon's shoulder as the dirt was slowly dumped onto Troy's coffin. Gideon shushed him and rubbed his spine, doing his best to relax the fox. Wyatt watched as the hole was filled completely and the dirt was patted down.
Gideon let him go and Wyatt walked slowly over to the tombstone, the flowers he had gotten for this reason in his paws. He put the flowers carefully on Troy's headstone and the tears flowed down his cheeks with renewed ferocity.
Gideon walked forward and picked him up and rubbed his back softly. When Gideon was sitting in the backseat of Carol's car, tears rolling down his cheeks and into Wyatt's fur. Gideon rocked Wyatt back and forth, occasionally whispering something so quiet that Wyatt barely managed to hear it.
After about ten minutes of Gideon watching the others talk Carol walked over and said, "We're going out to dinner Gideon, do you and Wyatt want to come? I'm sure Raymond would stay home if you do."
Gideon looked at Wyatt and Wyatt said, "I'll go."
"Then I'm going too," Gideon said, smiling at Carol. "Did you invite Seth and Teresa?"
"Yes," Carol said, "I did."
"Alright," Gideon said, pulling his feet into the car and holding Wyatt tightly for a moment before releasing the pressure. "Ready when you guys are."
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That night, Wyatt lay in his bed, crying his eyes out, when Dylan walked in. Dylan sat down on the bed next to Wyatt and started to rub his back quietly. "Are you alright hun?" Dylan whispered quietly.
Wyatt wiped his eyes and said, "I'm f-fine. I'm j-just really s-sad."
Dylan wrapped his arms around Wyatt and said, "That's alright." It was now that Dylan noticed that Wyatt only had a pair of boxers on and he blushed.
Wyatt noticed and let out a wet laugh and said, "You embarrassed to see me naked?"
"No," Dylan said, "I just wasn't expecting to see you naked, or nearly naked anyways." Dylan pulled back from the hug then rubbed a paw up and down Wyatt's chest then hugged him again, wrapping his arms around Wyatt tightly and kissing his cheek.
Wyatt smiled and then turned in Dylan's arms so that his back was pressing against Wyatt's stomach. "I love you Dylan," Wyatt said quietly as he laid down on the bed.
Dylan laid down behind him, still hugging him as tightly as possible without suffocating him, and said, "I love you too Wyatt."
Wyatt rubbed his tail against Dylan's clothed member and said, "Do you wanna..."
Dylan cut him off and said, "Not tonight, hun. Troy's funeral was earlier today, I want to give you some time to calm down from that. Laying here and cuddling is just fine."
"Alright," Wyatt said, smiling as he closed his eyes. "Love you."
Dylan chuckled and said, "I love you too, hun, I love you too."
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Alright, I know, horribly done, you don't have to say so, I knew it was horrible when I finished it. I have absolutely no sense of time in the story, mainly running off of guestimates(Yes I just used that word)