[center][h1][color=sienna]Jaxon Nowak[/color]
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Jaxon was familiar with the cemetery- his mom was also buried here and his grandparents used to take him to visit her when he was younger. It was strange to see it now, with a growing crowd of people all here to mourn the same person. It wasn't as crazy as a crowd as the parade, but it was obvious that Austin was loved by many even without the fanfare and the hoopla. 

As he made his way through the grounds, he could not help but glance over to where his mother's grave was. It has been a long while since he visited her and his grandparents were getting too old to climb the small hill to reach it. He made a mental note to visit her another time so that he could clean her tombstone and leave her fresh flowers. Even though he never met her, he had a feeling she would've liked Austin. Maybe she would have even encouraged Jaxon to befriend the older, kind boy. But that was just a nice story he was spinning in his head. 

He joined the rest of the mourners silently. There were a lot of familiar faces from his high school- teachers and classmates alike. And there were some faces that he hasn't seen in a long time. Cass Warden? She was in a lot of his classes but she seemed to have disappear after their graduation. He didn't know much about her, but the same could probably be said about him. They both weren't the type to talk to their peers. Maybe that's why he was so surprised to see her here. And also why seeing her somehow brought him some comfort. He wondered if she also felt like she didn't belong at this funeral. Maybe she also had some sort of connection to Austin that drew her here.

But then he saw her get approached by Chris Miller. He turned his head away, not wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation even though he was a little curious as to what the two could talk about. It was an odd pairing, to say the least. Chris had always been popular and well-liked. But at the end of the day, Elysian Heights was a small town so he supposed everyone knew each other one way or another.

Then he spotted Summer. She was standing alone, with her arms crossed, as if she was trying to brace herself. Her expression was stoic and hard. He felt... not pity, but sad for her. He thought about approaching her, but it wasn't like he could say anything that would make her feel better. Yet, she had asked him if she would see him there earlier in the shop and she looked so alone at the moment. He couldn't just leave her alone like that, could he?

[i][color=sienna]"Just a simple hello,"[/color][/i] he thought to himself, trying to pool together what little courage he had. 

He walked toward her so stiffly, it was basically robotic. As he got closer, he offered a small wave. [color=sienna]"Good... to see you again,"[/color] he managed to say, even though he could feel his heart beating in his ears and his palms were getting sweaty. He really hoped he didn't have to shake anyone's hands anytime soon. 

[color=sienna]"It's a good turnout. It's, uh, nice to see that Austin has impacted so many people,"[/color] he said, doing his best to start a conversation.