Rylah.
*Myra's POV* It's the day of Mikey's funeral, and every ounce of me wishes I could be there. The boys and Lacey stopped by before they left. They probably asked me 100 times if I was sure it was ok if they went. I could tell they all really wanted to go, and in all honesty, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. About an hour after they left I was on skype with Brady when Mitch walked in. It was about noon. "Uh, I'll call you back in a little bit Brady, Mitch is here." I said looking at Mitch and then back to my laptop. "Alright boo. Miss you." Brady said as he hung up. "Boo?" Mitch said sitting down by my bed. "Oh shut up. He's called me boo since we were like, 10." I rolled my eye, s. "Whatever you say My." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Drake's not back yet if you're lookin
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