Isaac

   I knew Aaron. Hell, who didn't? He was everywhere. I knew about him without even going to his God damn high school, although my sister did. He owned a thriving company, inherited from his passed parents. He was prom king and valedictorian. He was the star of my lacross team when we were littler, of course Aaron became too cool for lacross after awhile. He quit.

   I knew Aaron, and coach had advised us all to attend his funeral. So we all agreed. Turned out that not all of us showed up, it was just Mikey and I who had the balls to go.

"Heartless b******s didn't even show up to pay their respects. They didn't have to stay," Mikey grumbled as we followed a bunch of other mourning folks dressed from head to toe in black into the church.

"Coach is going to kick their asses. They'll regret it." I said slowly, while tugging at the tie around my neck, cutting off f*****g circulation.

Mikey nodded towards a herd of mourners at the front of the church, "what's going on?"

I shrugged and went to find out, that's just the kind of guy I am, you know? If something's going on, instead of just standing there talking about what it may be, I go to find out, you know? Like I'm not just going to stand around when I could be doing something. That's bullshit. That's what lazy little fuckers do. Not me.

At the center of everything was a short, slight girl with a killer body, I checked her out from behind. Curvy hips, a nice rack and a perky a*s. She had her dark hair falling down her back in subtle waves and she was too dressed from head to toe in black.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Allyson. Really, how tragic..."

People were paying her their respects.

I stared at the back of the girl, Allyson and I got it.

This was Aaron's girl.

F**k, of course it was. That guy got everything, didn't he? For a moment I was standing there seething, pissed off that this guy got all the good s**t and the rest of us were stuck with what was left.

But then I realized that that was a dick move. This was a God damn funeral. The guy died, and I was feeling sorry for myself.

I felt like a dick.

I knew Allyson. She was prom queen. She was engaged to Aaron. They were high school sweethearts of whatever. Barf. I never would have guessed that she looked like that. A girl like that doesn't just settle down, you know? Those girls are the party girls, they like to get around a bit before they settle upon a rich doctor or former rock star, or whatever.

Then again, Aaron was rich. Maybe that's what got her hooked.

I could see what had him hooked. Having a girl that fine all to yourself would be quite nice, I would say.

She turned and all of a sudden I realized that I was infront of her, about to make an a*s of myself.

F**k. She had a nice face too. Huge brown eyes, with golden flecks set in a heart shaped face with rosey cheeks and plump, pouty lips. She had a tiny nose and a smattering of frecks across the bridge of it.

She smiled a little, and I spoke up, "hi. Hey. Uh, I'm Isaac."

She nodded solemnly, "nice to meet you Isaac, I'm Allyson. Thank you for coming, it means a lot to me."

I nodded once and froze. Not knowing what to say next. What do you say to a gorgeous girl who's high school sweetheart just died? Especially when you're a heartless dick who's never expressed any type of feeling in his f*****g life?

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Good guy. Aaron was, I mean. Really good guy..." I silently kicked myself. Of course she knew that. She was going to marry the kid. Duh.

She smiled brightly, "I'm glad to hear you say that. Aaron was a good guy, the best guy."

I liked her smile, and I liked that she wasn't one of those girls that just sat around smiling all day, you know? Because when they smile at you, it means nothing. It means nothing because they smile at everything. When Allyson smiled, I felt good because I knew that I had earned that smile.

"Yeah, sure was..." I was drowning. I had no idea where the f**k I was going with all of this. How I was going to incorporate how sorry I was in this tangled mess of a conversation.

"How did you know Aaron? Did you go to school with him and I?" She inquired and tilted her head up and peered through thick lashes at me. I shifted from foot to foot, nervous under her gaze. Which has never happened before. Normally, I'm a real smooth talker. I know all the lines the ladies like to hear. Normally, I'm the one making them nervous.

New experiences build character, I tell myself. Buck up.

I cleared my throat, "uh, no. When I was littler, Aaron played lacross on my team."

She nodded slowly, "well, thank you. It was very nice of you to come, Isaac. Especially since you only knew Aaron for a breif amount of time and you took the time out of your day to come here for him. Aaron would have liked that, I bet."

I stood there for a moment, just watching her. Her hair was in her face and her fragile little hands were clasped infront of her. She was nice too. There was something in her presence that was warm and inviting. Something that told me that she was a really spectacular person. You could call it a premonition or whatever, but I just knew this.

I also knew that I wanted to know her.

And no, I was not making a pass at a dead guys girl. That's low, even for an a*****e like me. I just wanted to know her. Like a friend, maybe. Which is also a little bizzare for me, I don't have any friends that are girls.

This girl was different, though. I could be friends with her, I think.

So I did something bold, I wrote my name and number on a folded white napkin and handed it to her, she looked up at me with it tucked in her hand, a quirked brow and she said, "what's this?"

I nodded down at it, "it's just my name and number, in case you need someone to talk about things. I don't know what you're going through, but I know that if I were in your position, I wouldn't want to be alone, that's for sure."

She smiled up at me, "no one wants to be alone."