Effy's P.O.V.
"Effy?" asked a voice. Cam. His hair was a mess, and his eyes had many bags under them. He wore a loose hoodie with his pants rolled up. He sat next to me, and put his arm around me.
"Its ok, Eff," he said, as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Why, Cam? This is all my fault."
"Effy, this is not your fault. Auggie died because some dude shot him."
"I still feel guilty, Cam," I said.
"Don't, Eff. So, where are the suits for me and Asher?" asked Cam. I tossed him two of Morgan's old tuxedos, and he flung one at Asher, feet away. Cam grabbed his suit, and went to one of the mausoleums. Asher walked towards me, and took off his shirt. He proceeded to take off his pants, leaving him in his underwear.
"You admiring the view, Effy?" he asked, grinning.
"What girl is going to shag you with a cock that tiny?" I questioned.
"Your mum!" he exclaimed, bursting into laughter. I simply rolled my eyes. Suddenly, I heard screaming coming from a mausoleum, and a shirtless Cam running towards me, his dress pants pooling around his ankles.
"What's wrong, Cam?" I asked, looking at the fear in his eyes.
"Th-that outdoor cl-closet. I-it had sk-skeletons in there. Th-they must have been shagging, but they never stopped," said Cam, his eyes wide.
"That'll teach you to pull out," I said.
"Cam, do you realize that Effy and I can see your bollocks?" asked Asher.
"At least Cam's bollocks are bigger than my 8-year-old brother's," I said, standing up.
"You know what your brother's bollocks look like? I sense incest in the air," said Asher, sniffing the nose. Cam sniffed around as well.
"Nope. Its just douchebag, and its coming from your direction, mate," said Cam, finally pulling up his dress pants. He tossed his hoodie to the ground revealing his chest.
"What are you looking at, Eff? Is it my sexy abs?" asked Cam, pointing to his non-existent chest.
"No, Cam. She's looking at your upper torso," said Asher. Cam put on the dress shirt, and buttoned it. He slung on the coat, and I tied the tie for Cam. His hair was in his eyes, so I took the liberty of pushing it out of the way. The three of us walked to where Auggie's coffin was, and sat down on the grass.
"It's getting harder, you know," I said, looking at Cam.
"What's getting harder?"
"Pretending to be happy. Every day, it gets harder and harder not to think about ending it."
"Effy, suicide doesn't take the pain away. It just gives it to someone else," said Cam, looking at the sky.
"Who would that be? Mum and Dad are always away, Morgan barely visits from uni, and Jude's doing whatever with Potter, Pierce, and Sawyer."
"That person would be me. I care about you, Effy. I would do anything to make you happy."
"Guys, not to interrupt your thinly veiled declarations of love, but people are arriving for the funeral," said Asher, getting up from the grass, and running towards the people. Cam reached his hand out, and helped me up, leading me to the coffin.