City of Suits (not completed) By Reid H and Mira H

Chapter 14: Georgia

        As soon as I woke up, I stood and looked around the shack frantically.
        “What are you doing?” Leo asked, sounding almost scared.
        “Where is he?” I asked, opening the door and looking out the building.
“Georgia,” Leo started, looking at his old, rough, shoes envily. “I’m sorry. He didn’t make it.”
I fell to my knees remembering it all. “No, no, no,” This isn’t happening. I only just got him back,” I said, beginning to sob. My face fell into my hands. The warm salty tears touch my fingertips gently.
“Hey, I know this might not help a lot, but maybe we could make a funeral for him,” Leo said sympathetically, “so that you -and him- can be put at peace.”
I didn’t say anything, but I’m pretty sure Leo understood that I liked the idea. I stood up, still silently sobbing, and walked out of the shack. Leo and I gathered flowers, other plants, and other trinkets from the surrounding area.
I found a seed in a pile of leaves, sticks, and weeds on the ground. I thought that maybe we could plant him whatever this seed was for Apollo’s gravestone.
I walked back over to the house where Leo was waiting, and shared my idea with him.
“I like it,” Leo said half heartedly.
“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step closer to him and grabbed his hand.
“It’s just-” Leo started.
“What?” I asked, quietly.
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid,” Leo said, looking jealous.
“It’s not stupid,” I reassured him. “You can tell me.”
“When you said that Apollo was your best friend,” Leo started.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that it hurt you,” I apologized.
“No, you don’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t be so jealous.” Leo admitted.
I took this as a perfect chance to read Leo’s mind. I felt that Leo wasn’t telling the whole truth.
I wanted to tell her that I know that she and Apollo were more than friends, but I don’t want to seem rude. She was giving Apollo so much attention, and she said that I was her first friend. She said that I was her best friend. Seriously, I don't know why she would even like him. Just because he has weird glasses, is super tall and mature, and dresses nicely even when he is a slave to the Diamonds. I dress nicely. I’m mature. I’m talI. I don’t get it.
Why would Leo think that I liked him? I mean obviously I liked him as a friend, but it’s not like I was in love. I really wanted to confront him about it, but I didn’t want to ruin the friendship that we already had. I decided I had to do it.
“Why would you think that I like-liked Apollo?” I asked in a rude tone.
“What do you mean?” Leo asked, sounding offended. “Were you reading my mind again?” He pulled his hands away from mine.
“Sorry, it was too tempting. I knew that you weren’t telling the whole truth,” I argued.
“Also to answer your question, it was kind of obvious that you like-liked Apollo. The way you held his hand. The way you thanked him when he showed you the view from the roof. The way you looked at him, and especially the way you cried over him when he was shot!” Leo shouted, beginning to tear up.
“It’s not my fault!” I yelled back. “It’s not my fault that he died! It’s not my fault that I miss him!” I started sobbing all over again.
“I know,” Leo said, taking a deep breath, and a step backwards. “Look in your pocket.” Leo said, turning around and walking into the house.
I stuck my hand into my pocket, and felt a small piece of paper. I pulled it out, sat on the ground, and began reading it.
Dearest Georgia,
If you are reading this, I’m gone, but you need to know a couple things. Jamie is in trouble. He isn’t dead yet. He is just sick. Your father has been slowly poisoning him for a long time. You need to save him. This next thing I have been wanting to tell you for a long time. Ever since I met you in fact. I need you to know that I love you. I know you don’t love me back, and I don’t need you to, I just needed you to know because you have been the light of my life for forever. You’re smart, kind, beautiful, and perfect in general. I know this is sappy, but it’s true. One last thing that I need you to know is that Clubs aren't who you think they are. Don't trust anyone.
Love,
Apollo Smith
        I was starting to tear up when I felt something else in my pocket. I stuffed my hand back and grabbed it. Apollo had left me his big, dorky, glasses.
        “Thank you,” I whispered to myself. “Thank you Apollo Smith.”