Grown ups

02 || Meet The Gang

Today was the funeral. Zaylia's dad seemed bummed this morning. He tries his best to cover it up with inappropriate jokes, but she's his daughter and can see straight through him.

Zaylia searched through her closet to find a black dress to wear. She was surprised to find that she only had one. She needed to by at least another one. One more suitable for occasions as such. It wasn't the best dress choice for a funeral but it was the only thing she had so it would have to do. Maybe she could wear a sweater over it. She crossed that idea off when she saw how hot it was outside.

"Zayli, we have to leave in five" Her dad says from outside her door.

"K!" She reply as she slips on the dress quickly. Zaylia now realized why she bought the dress in the first place. It was very flattering. It was sexy but not in a demanding way. It was elegant. For shoes, she wore strapped black heels.

Walking over to the jewelry that she had, she decided to pair it with a gold cross that she's had since she was a baby.

"Z!" Her dads voice called again. Zaylia rolled her eyes at his impatience.

"All right, all right" She mumbles before grabbing a small black purse to put her things in. For makeup, she had only added enough to brighten her face. Little bit of concealer, small contour, blush, mascara and a small wing of eye liner. For lips, she only put on some tinted cherry chapstick. Once fully ready, she left her room to find her dad waiting for her in the kitchen. When he turned around he sent a glare Zaylia's way.

"What?" She asks confused, looking down at her dress.

"What the hell is that? It looks like underwear" He says crosses his arms. Zaylia crossed hers as well, challengingly.

"It's not underwear it's a dress. And I've worn worse stuff to parties, your just being dramatic" She retorts and Marcus sighs.

"Let's go" He mumbles and the two make their way out to the car.

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Marcus parked the car half a block down the road from the church. There was absolutely no parking whatsoever and the only availability was further away.

"Great now I have to walk in these god forsaken heels" Zaylia complains as she hold onto her dads arm so she doesn't fall on her face. As they walked she never ticked her dad had a small pep in his step and she smiled.

"Nervous to get the gang back together?" She asks. Marcus looks down at his daughter and smiles.

"No"

The two of them arrive at the church and they immediately spot a two guys chatting with each other with their families by their sides. And by the looks of what one of the guys was wearing, would have to be Mr. Hollywood. As they got closer the sound of a cellphone went off and music started playing.

"Woah woah woah, didn't I tell you to turn the off there, Greg?" Lenny tells his son.

"Yeah, but it's my massage therapist" Greg replies and Marcus and Zaylia give each other knowing looks.

"Just put the damn phone away" The oldest Fader slaps Greg on the back of the head earning a glare.

"Listen to Dylan" Lenny points and Greg rolls his eyes before putting it in his pocket.

"Wait, no cellphone? I'm outta here" Marcus grins as he reveals him and his daughter to the group.

"Higgie!" The two men cheer.

"Who's ready to get their funeral on?" Marcus says and Zaylia mentally face palms as he does a weird dance. She smacks his arm and gives him a scolding look, noticing the disapproving glares from the others.