illusion | clemmings | au

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-Luke-

it's an altar, just not the one i was hoping for.

michael stands at the podium with his hands folded neatly upon themselves. his blue hair styled in its usual, spiky manner. Oh yeah, he dyed his hair blue. damn.

okay i may be dead but that doesn't mean i can't get a fucking boner over my boyfriend so shut the fuck up.
i place my hand over my crotch- even though nobody can see me i still feel conscious, um yeah.

i look across the rows of people sitting down, enveloped in black clothing and tissues.

i spot my mother, father, and two brothers at the very front, all looking slightly dishevelled.

my mother pats a tissue to her eye and my father wraps a comforting arm around her whispering sweet nothings to her.

my brother, jack, is looking up at the clouds, and is seeming to blink away tears, while my other brother, ben, is staring at the ground, a tissue in his clenched hands.

my thoughts of michael slowly drift away, being replaced by memories, this is the first time i've seen them since- since i... died.

"h-hi guys" michael smiles into the microphone "we were gonna like, get a guy to like, perform this f-funeral but us three- well, we decided to do it ourselves" he finishes, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

damn he looks good.

what the hell lucas this is your funeral what would your mother say.

i wish i could ask.

ashton steps forward, coughing into his hand before straightening up and leaving into the microphone. "okay, lucas robert hemmings, aged 18, passed away on the sixteenth of november, 2014 at 4:32 am." ashton takes a pause, his bubbly, giggly personality faltering for a moment, he clenches his jaw, before beginning to speak again. "luke suffered for a long time with cancer, he had three tumors, two in his brain, mostly the frontal lobe, and one in his left lung.

i don't know the actual terms that's just what luke told me" ashton chuckles with a smile on his face.

fuck ash don't you dare cry.

a single tear slips down ashton's cheeks and he briskly wipes it away before continuing his speech.

"so, i stealthily snapped a quick photo of michael and luke a couple of weeks after luke had been registered at the hospital" ashton smiles, holding up a polaroid of mike and i, then placing it on the podium under a camera where it was shown on a data projecter.

we were snuggled up on the very uncomfortable hospital bed I called my home for several months, in a spooning position, despite my height i was considered a little spoon.

i peered closer, noticing the discreet hickey on my neck and my hair strewn all over the place, considering my usual perfect quiff.

oh now I remember.

that day i was having a sulk because i had to wear hospital gown and i was complaining to michael how it looked like i was wearing a dress, apparently it was 'hot' so we ended up making out for half an hour.

i would do anything to relive that day.

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lol bitch i'll finish the funeral in the next update bc i'm sick af (also phan af) but that's not the point.
uh the other day it was my birthday and it was pretty uninteresting so i'll spare you the details but yooooo you should check out my other stories if you haven't already (shameless self promo)
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