𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞//𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐬

Baby Adult

Talia takes another drag from the joint her muscles instantly relaxing as the marijuana makes its way into her system.

She passes it to her best friend Owen as 𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 by Metallica plays loudly from her speaker. It was one of the many nights her father had a hook-up over and Talia would be scarred for life if she had ever heard or seen her father dancing the devil's tango with a woman.

"I've gotta piss," Owen speaks up over the loud music.

Talia looks at him and shrugs "It's your eyes you're traumatizing," she replies taking the joint and putting it out, her body feeling fuzzy enough for her liking.

"Wish me luck," he sighs getting off the bed and ducking out of Talia's room by the curtain that acted as a door.

Talia closes her eyes and lets her buzz overtake her body, feeling her toes and fingertips buzz with delight. The sweet sound of James Hetfield's voice filled her ears and flushed out her body, like holy water.

That was until someone turned her tunes down to its lowest setting, the singer's voice now a mere whisper.

Talia opens one of her deep blue eyes to see her father, Marcus Higgins, standing by her speaker. He sniffs the air and raises an eyebrow "Do I smell pot?"

"No," Talia lies, he knew his daughter was lying, her eyes were red and her pupils were dilated and it didn't help that Owen shuffled back into the room stumbling over his own feet in the process, and landing on the bed with a giggle, the pot was finally settling in effect for him.

Marcus raises an eyebrow at the giggling boy, it didn't take an idiot to know the young man was high, he looks at his daughter with a look that said 'bullshit' and Talia shrugs.

"And now there's a boy in your bed, wow what a daughter I raised," Marcus puts a hand over his chest like he was disappointed causing Talia to snort.

"Like you do any better? Who is it the Applebee's lady— Abby was it?" Talia had stopped trying to remember the names of her father's hookups a while ago and made as little contact with them as possible. Ever since one had tried to play mom back when she was fourteen.

Her mother had left her on her father's doorstep when she was five and she didn't want a new one, if her own mother didn't want her why would a random lady who was fucking her dad want her?

"Arlene," her father corrects her, he glances back and moves the door curtain aside to make sure Arelene isn't listening, relieved to see the woman fast asleep, tangled in his bedsheets, he sighs in relief before turning back to his daughter and her best friend.

"And keep it down, she gets a little...temperamental when other women are mentioned," he tells his daughter in a low voice in case she was faking her sleep.

"Hm, waiting for the day one of your hookups beats your ass," Talia chuckles.

"Wow so nice to have such a caring daughter," Marcus sasses causing Talia to give him a cheeky grin. Though she knew if her dad was ever in trouble in any way she would be by his side ready to kick ass no matter what.

"Yep, now can you explain to me why the hell you interrupted my babies?" Talia asks gesturing towards her speaker that was faintly playing a different song by Metallic.

"Oh right, uh the coach passed," Marcus tells her with a sad sigh.

Talia moves so she is now sitting against her headboard "Coach Buzzer?" She questions, her heart tightening.

Marcus looks down before nodding and Talia feels her gut twist in an ugly knot. Coach Buzzer had become close to her, almost like a grandpa figure.

When her dad passed out drunk and was unable to provide Talia for when she was young, Coach Buzzer would come over with a bag of McDonald's. The two would sit on the couch and watch Looney Tunes while eating and laughing. He was the first person to help her learn how to dribble and shoot a basketball properly when she was eleven.

"The funeral's this Friday," Marcus speaks up "You're gonna meet my old gang," he tells her in hopes of cheering her up.

"Hollywood?" Talia questions with a grin causing Marcus to chuckle, successfully cheering his daughter up.

"Yeah Mr.Fame is gonna be there," He confirms.

"I wanna go to Hollywood," Owen picks his head up as he speaks, his words slightly slurred.

"Sure bud," Talia pats his back while looking at her father asking with her eyes.

"He can come, oh, and pack for the weekend, Hollywood rented this old lakehouse we used to stay at all the time out for the weekend," Marcus explains.

Talia's smile widens and Marcus opens the curtain to leave before stopping himself and turning to the two, pointing a finger at them "No bed rocking in here, got it?" He teases. He knew the two would never do that, they had grown up as siblings, living next to each other since they were five.

Owen would come to stay with the two whenever his father would get aggressive and he might as well move in since he was here more than he was at his own house. Marcus never turned him away and had even started to see Owen as his own.

"Well we are twenty-one so legally we're free to do whatever," Talia teases back, causing Marcus to frown. The blonde laughs at her father's dumbstruck expression and Marcus opens the curtain fully.

"Exactly you're a baby adult, both of you, and for that comment, the curtain stays open the rest of the night and your speaker privileges have been taken," Marcus replies picking the speaker up off Talia's dresser causing the girl to yell a "Hey!" in protest.

Her father leaves, Talia's speaker in hand "Two can play at that game dear daughter!" She hears him yell from the other room.

Talia lets out an annoyed groan as she moves down to lie on her bed "He's so annoying, what the hell is a 'baby adult' anyways?" the blonde chuckles lightly looking at Owen.

The boy lets out a snore in reply causing Talia to let out a soft laugh. She yawns and feels her eyelids grow heavy as the marijuana sets its final effect on Talia, drowsiness.

The girl lets out another yawn, a more forceful one as her eyes flutter close and sleep takes over.

——

Meanwhile in Los Angeles, California Alex Feder sat in his room, his window open to let in the fresh Californian air as he contemplated what he had just learned.

Coach Buzzer was dead, Alex had never got to meet the man but had heard many great things about him from his dad who was extremely upset about the news of his passing.

He and his family would be going to New England for the funeral this Friday and spend the night in a lake house his father had rented. His father's childhood best friends and their families would be staying with them before the Feder's leave for Milan on Saturday morning. A very important fashion show that his mother was hosting, that he would be modeling for.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞🙏.