Saturday morning, Krystal threw on a jacket and got in her car. Normally she'd stop at the local grocery store before heading over there, but today she just needed to be there as soon as possible.

The long ribbon road curved back and forth, never holding straight for too long. Krystal loved to drive this road, no matter the sad memory attached to it.

Towards the scene, she pulled over. Not many cars went through here anymore, not since their accident. People feared they could be next, the papers blew it wildly out of proportion.

Krystal grabbed her coffee and trudged over to the cross and plopped down. Flowers rested next to her knee.
"Hi Nancy." Krystal played with the small tag attached to the boquete of flowers. They were fresh, only a day old or so. The B on the card was written in black sharpie. "I made a friend." She laughed at her own embarrassment. "He's actually pretty cute. His name is Blake Hardy. His dad, Officer Hardy, he was the one who tried to save you. He actually saved me." She played with the plastic wrapped around the flowers. "I thanked him. He's really nice. Blake's nice too. I kind of like him. Like as a person, a friend." She clarified. Knowing Nancy, she'd automatically assume it was romantic and bully Krystal about it. "We sang Rocket Man on the way to the museum the other day. I think you'd like him. He seems like someone you'd be friends with. How I got stuck with him, I'm not sure." Krystal fell silent for a long time, pulling at the grass around her. She took fists full of grass like she used to in elementary school. "I actually kind of like that I'm stuck with him." She whispered down to her sister.

I wish she had a grave to go to instead of a cross on the side of the road. But I guess that's what happens when they cremate someone.

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Blake laid around the house bored out of his mind. A knock came at his bedroom door.
"Hey baby." His mom tip toed in his room.
"Hi mom." Blake swung his legs off the side of his bed.
"Didn't you have plans today or did I get that wrong?" She leaned on his door frame.
"I thought I did, Ted is still sleeping." She checked the silver watch on her wrist.
"It's after 2 in the afternoon?" Blake grunted in agreement and rolled over.

Ted never is up before noon when he drinks the night before. He can be so useless sometimes.

"What about the person you hung out with Thursday?" Blake quickly flipped over to face his mom.
"What?"
"Why not hang out with them?" She watched her son closely.
"That was for a school project."
"Hm." She finally said after a long pause. "Well, Hannah is home if you want to bother her." Blake nodded to his mother and she left the room.

Why would I want to annoy Hannah? Well, I always want to annoy Hannah but.....what the hell why not?

Blake rolled off his bed and made his way down the hall to his eldest sisters room. He didn't even bother knocking, he just walked in.
"Thanks for knocking Blake." She rolled her eyes and kept reading. Blake flopped backwards on his sister bed. "So dramatic." She mumbled.
"I'm bored. Ted blew me off again."
"Why are you even still friend with him?" Blake shrugged and gave his sister nothing more on the topic. "What about the friend you hung out with the other night. You seemed to have fun." He rolled over and stared up at the faded pink ceiling.
"Remember that girl I wanted to be friends with?"
"Mhm?"
"That's who I was with, we're partners for a school project." He said quietly.
"And how's that going?"
"It's not bad. We are becoming friends."
"Are you forcing her?"
"What," Blake snapped his attention to his sister. "No, of course not."

Maybe a little.

"Well, is she what you though?"
"No." He spoke softly. "She nicer and there is a lot more to her. We sang Rocket Man as we walked to the museum." Blake chuckled.
"You love that song."

And I might love it a bit more now.

Blake's phone buzzed wildly on the bed. He looked at the screen, Ted was calling. Rolling off the bed, he answered the call.
"Yeah?"
"Dude," Ted coughed. "Fuck I'm hung over but want to chill? We can go get IHOP or something." Blake stood motionless just outside Hannah's door.

I made plans with Ted, but we also made plans for 11 and to go see a movie. It's now almost 3. IHOP does sound good but I don't want to leave. I just want to crawl into bed with my pajamas and watch movies. Actually, that sounds amazing. Fuck Ted.

"Bro, my mom is bitching about the house being a mess. No one is allowed to leave until it's clean. So annoying." Blake lied as he trekked to his room. With a light tap, he kicked his door open.
"Man, that sucks."

Teds dad left when he was a kid and his mom was pretty useless. Ted made the best of a shitty situation. He always thought he did anyways, I think he's gone off the rails. Ted and I used to be close, good kids. The older we get the more trouble seems to find us. Or, Ted seems to find trouble.

"Yeah, sorry dude."
"Should have abducted you earlier." Ted joked. Blake didn't mind being home, but he humored his friend and laughed too.
"Yeah, see you Monday?"
"Yeah, see you Monday." They hung up.

Blake grabbed his pajamas. His shirt was an old one from his dad and his shorts were a pair he got from the year he played on the baseball team. Blake was a fan of old clothing as pajamas, he thought clothing made for sleeping was a waste of money.

Flipping through all his movies, he grabbed 5 movies to watch for the night; 4 he was going to watch for sure, 1 was if he was feeling up to it. Blake grabbed the Breakfast Club, Silence Of The Lambs, Dead Poets Society, To Kill A Mocking Bird and You've Got Mail. For Blake, Silence Of The Lambs was in jeopardy of being cut, he loved scary movies, but he also seen it dozens of times.

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Krystal got home about 1 and had been cleaning her room since. Her room wasn't ever dirty, but she did have a bad habit of littering her clothing around like confetti. Krystal was one of those girl who could wear a shirt multiple times before washing it. She did a mans foolproof test, the sniff test.

A knock came just before her bedroom door opened. Mr. Kamowski entered.
"Wow, would you look at this place." Krystal turned to her father with a smile. "It almost sparkles." She wrapped her arms around him and clung tight like a child.
"Told you I'd keep my room cleaner than Nancy did."
"Hmm, I'm not sure I'd go that far kiddo, but I'll give you that it looks nice." Krystal giggled. "Want to watch a movie while mom cooks dinner?" She nodded.
"I was thinking our favorite." Krystal smiled up at her father.
"Sleepless in Seattle?" He smiled and squeezed her tight, she giggled.

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"I'm gonna get out of bed every morning ... breathe in and out all day long. Then after a while, I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out. And then after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while." Sleepless in Seattle was the first movie I watched after Nancy died. I'd seen it before but it was the first movie I could bring myself to watch after she passed. That quote I used to remind myself. I had it everywhere. I had it tapped to my door, my bathroom mirror, her door. Almost every where I looked. I needed to be reminded to breathe.

"Let me just say there was a man sitting in the elevator with me who knew exactly what he wanted, and I found myself wishing I were as lucky as he." They had it right in You've Got Mail. Doesn't everyone want to know who they are and what they want to be? They even talk about it in The Breakfast Club! "Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. And you see us as you want to see us... in the simplest terms in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... and an athlete...and a basket case... a princess...and a criminal... Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club."