Evermore {wlw}

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Natalie walks ahead of me and Tatum as we step into the church. Natalie's mom invited Tatum, but Natalie hasn't said much to her since we picked her up from her apartment. She's been quiet today—no, she's been quiet since last night.

Me and Natalie spoke in the bath yesterday, she told me that all her siblings are mad at her, except for Carson. They have no right to be mad at her, her dad was really mean to her, he treated her as if she wasn't his daughter. He was a piece of shit, Natalie didn't lie about that. Clearly they don't understand that, maybe because their dad actually treated them like they were his children?

Anyway, Natalie decided to wear suit pants with a long sleeved turtleneck, then her black heels. She looks as beautiful as always, I just wish I could make her smile, but I can't do that at a funeral, or at all right now since things are slightly awkward. Still, I hate seeing her like this. His death still has an affect her, of course. She's allowed to grieve her dad and the relationship she never got to have with him, she just doesn't realise that. I hate that she's not allowing herself to feel how upset she truly is, she's pushing it all down. 

Me on the other hand, I didn't know what to wear to a funeral for someone I didn't know...I decided to just wear a black, long sleeved dress. I have tights beneath it since it's winter and I don't want to freeze my butt off. I also took Natalie's black boots which are a little big on my feet, but I just tied the laces extra tight.

There's a lot of people here, most people are talking to one another since the funeral hasn't begun yet. I hate how sad everyone looks, but they can't really control that, it's a funeral for someone who was clearly loved by many people. I don't think this many people would show up to my funeral. I don't even think I know this many people.

I notice that it's an open casket as I look down the aisle. Oh god. Loud crying catches mine—and everyone else's attention. Tatum mumbles something as Natalie quickly turns around, looking to the doors. I do too.

"Go sit down, both of you." Natalie tells me and Tatum before she walks toward the crying woman...She looks a lot like Natalie from here, a tall, thin woman, short brunette hair, grey too, and a beautiful tan. She's very pretty when she cries...which maybe I shouldn't say. Is that a bad thing to say? Personally, I would take it as a compliment.

I turn around as I keep walking.

"In there." Tatum says, and I stop at one of the long benches. I struggle to walk over the prayer bench that's in front of the wooden bench. I look up before doing a double take.

I stop before Tatum bumps into me.

"What are you doing—oh shit." Tatum says before blocking her mouth. She laughs a little behind me while my eyes stay on the redhead who's already sitting down. You've got to be kidding me.

"Can you both sit down?" Olivia asks, looking me up and down. I sit down where I am, away from her. I rather move to a different bench but whatever.

"Why is she here?" I look to Tatum, whispering loud enough for Olivia to hear.

"I'm with Zack, what are you?" Olivia interrupts, sliding closer and I look at her before the space between us. I move closer to Tatum. I don't want to be close to either of these women, but I prefer Tatum.

"What am I?" I ask. What kind of question is that?

"Yeah, what's your reason to be here?"

"I'm with Natalie, you know, since I'm her girlfriend...and you're not." I say, shaking my head at her stupidity. Tatum elbows me making me pull my eyes away from Olivia. 

"Don't say that in a church, dude." Tatum hisses and I huff, rolling my eyes. It's just a fact, if the place goes up in flames, at least we know why. There's like...five women here who kiss other women. Me, Natalie, Tatum, Olivia and Ellie. Maybe six if Ellie brought anyone with her.