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Well shit.

Isn't this just fucking lovely? Nothing like waking up from a nightmare just to find out that today's your brother's death aniversery.

"Come here." Jamie opened up her arms. You hesitated for a moment but hugged her. When she pulled away she looked at you kindly. "I'm assuming you aren't going to go to school for a little while?"

"Hell no." She smiled a bit.

"Okay. I'm taking off of work for a while too." She said. There was a long pause. "I'm sorry, Dave. I'm so so sorry."

"For what?" Now you were a bit confused. What did she have to be sorry about?

"For letting him die. If I had stopped him from picking a fight with that jackass Lord English-"

"James" You cut her off using the old nickname Bro had given her. She looked suprised at you calling her that. "Don't blame yourself. It ain't your fault." You saw her lips twitch when you said "ain't".

"Texas accents coming though a bit." She giggled. You scowled a bit. When you were mad or upset, your Texas accent would sometimes come though, even though you tried to hide it.

"Seriously though, there wasn't noth- anything you could do about it." You managed to catch yourself before you could say "wasn't nothin'". You really were upset.

"I know," Her eyes glistened with tears. "I just feel like I could've done something..." She swallowed hard. "Listen, I don't expect you to fall asleep, but try. I'm going to his grave tomarrow, er, later today. Want to come?"

You didn't reply. You weren't really sure how you would react. The last time you visited the grave was...Three years ago? Or was it four? Oh well, either way it was a long time ago.

"Think about it." You heard her say. "Just tell me later." She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She turned and left the room to leave you to your thoughts.

You did manage to get a little bit of sleep. When you woke up you could here John and Jade arguing with Jamie. You groaned and climbed out of bed. "The fuck?" You mumbled under your breath.

When you walked in you could here the arguing clearly.

"You two have to go!" Jamie was yelling. "I'm sorry but-"

"We don't want to!" Jade's cheeks were puffed out indignantly.

"Yeah!" John agreed. "Every year, you never let us-"

"Dave!" Jamie smiled over John's shoulder, but you saw that it was somewhat strained.

"Jamie please!" Jade and John begged.

"Listen I'm happy y'all care but," She sighed.

"Wait. What the fuck are you three arguing about?" You asked. "At six in the fucking morning."

"We want to stay here with you and Jamie." John explained, because Jamie and Jade were back to arguing. "Every year she pushes us away from her around this time. We want to help but...She won't let us. She isn't herself." He looked down and blinked a few times.

You pursed your lips. You knew what he meant. Even before Bro's death Jamie would get really pissy or anti-social if she got upset. It didn't happen often but when it did, it wasn't good.

John sat down at the tabled and you sat in the seat next to him. "Uh, Dave?" John looked up at you. You looked back at him. "How close were you're brother and Jamie?"

You stared at him though your shades. "Shit man," You sighed. "He and Jamie...Put it this way, Jamie felt more like my sister than my brother's girlfiend. Before he met her he would bring in girl, after girl, after girl. Every night there was a new one. Then he met Jamie and I thought she was just another slut he brought home. Damn, I was wrong. They just...I don't even know. They were always together. Bro never brought any other girl when they were together. Bro's never cared about any chick as much as he did Jamie. Ever."

"Wow." John said. "Its like they were married or something."

"He was planning on that." You winced. "Once all the gang shit calmed down and English was gone..." You trailed off. You remembered going though his room with Jamie and finding the ring. You'd never seen someone cry so hard since Bro's death in the hospital."

"Wow..." John said again. "That sure does explain how she acts around this time...It really worries Jade and I."

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"Well..." He glanced nervously at Jamie, who was still arguing with Jade about staying. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "She, um, well she just doesn't act like herself at all. She'll drink until she passes out and won't talk to Jade and I or anyone else. She smokes a lot more too."

"Wait, Jamie smokes?" You asked. That was news to you. You know she didn't smoke before Bro died. Hell, you didn't know she drank.

"She stopped but she might start up again because of everything..." He blinked a few times. "Jade and I are just so worried about her and all she does is push us away. We want to help but she won't let us." He took of his glasses and wiped his eyes.

You were amazed at how much John and Jade seemed to care for her. Bro was your real brother and you didn't have this close of a relationship with him.

"Jamie." You stood up. She looked at you. "Why don't you let them go with us to the grave? Hell, bring Lalonde if you want."

She looked at you. "So you're going to the grave, eh?" She considered it and after a few moments, sighed. "Fine. I guess y'all can come. You're lucky Dave is willing to let you come."

"Yay!" Jade and John grinned. "Thanks Dave!" They both practacally tackled you in a hug.

"Come on guys get off. Its not cool." You were thankful your shades covered up part of your cheek because you could feel them getting warm.

They giggled and let go of you. "C'mon John, lets call Rose!" Jade dragged John over to the phone.

Once they were out of an earshot Jamie turned to you. "Why'd you let them?" She asked.

"John told me about your habits on Bro's anniversery. You need to have more company than just me." You said.

She sighed. "How much did he tell you?"

"Your drinking habbits, your smoking habits, thanks for telling me about that by the way, how anti-social you were..." You tralied off and Jamie bit her lip.

"Sorry." She said. "I just don't like to talk about it..."

"Nevermind. It doesn't matter." You said.

Jamie was about to say something, but Jade called "Jamie, Rose is on her way!"

"Okay. Get ready!" She yelled back.

Fifteen minutes later Rose arrived and the five of you piled into the car and drove off to the grave yard. As you got closer to the grave yard you could feel more and more dread in the pit of your stomach.