So since I love you guy I have finally decided to write the thrid chapter, the funeral of Alex rider (wipes away tear), sorry if it starts off a little strangly but hopfully you get it it is going to be lots of short chapters then the one long one, the main part but once you have read the first one you should get it anyways first one.

Tom shrugged on his black jacket, the suit was his brothers and too big for him in places. However he didn't care, sniffling slightly, his eyes were hollow orbs surrounded but a light red puffyness, judging his apearance, not as hollow as Alex had been, Alex. His depressive mood dipped even lower. His parent rowing in the background, couldn't they respect me for today, just today, and not argue. Today was the day he was burring his best friend, it didn't seem real, like he was stuck in a dream, suffocating and he couldn't get out.

He reached for his tie on the bed, but a hand beat him to it, his brother. He wordlessly looped it round his stuck-up collar, and tied in loosly, so Tom could tighten it later. "You going to be alright on your own today, well apart from some class mate?." Tom took a deep breath, to steady himself, mentally.

"I will be fine." His voice was horse and wavered a lot, he brother just pulled him into a hug.

"It's going to be hard saying goodbye to the people you love, it isn't easy, everyone does it at some point, it just so happens you have to do it now. You will get by." He led him down the stairs carefully.

At the sight of him his parents both rushed over to him, but they where shooed away and his brother past him the flowers, a football shape. That was how he and Alex met, he smiled at the memory.

But we can't ever play football together again, he can never play again. I will never see him again, all because he is dead, it's MI6's fault. They might as well have been holding the sniper rifle, Blunt told him the truth and he signed the OSA.

They both left Tom's house, and headed to Alex's house. No Tom thought, his old house. He doesn't live there, he will never live there again, or anywhere again. The tears threatened to flow again, hastily his brother leaned across and pulled out tissues, handing him the packet, that he put in the inside jacket pocket.

Some off the procession had arrived, and the house was filling up, he laid the flowers outside the house with the other colourful bunched, as his brother drove off. He took another deep breath, and put one foot in front of the other taking it step by step, like he would take today one steady step at a time.

Until next time...

Pageturner97