Tribe of Hollywoods

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Talia had never really cared for dressing up, she'd gone to prom in a pair of jean shorts and a low-cut crop top for fucks sake. She saw it as unnecessary and just a waste of time, but for Coach Buzzer she wanted to make an effort to show that she truly did care for the man.

"What do people even wear to funerals?" Talia groans, searching through her dresser for something that was at least halfway decent.

"Tuxes and dresses," Owen replies as he buttons up a flannel shirt, he had never really paid attention to clothes either, but he knew how important Coach Buzzer was to the Higgins family so he wanted to make an effort. He wore dark blue jeans and a red flannel and even combed his wild hair, he looked like he was about to go on 𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆 rather than attend a funeral but it was the best he could do with the little clothing he had.

"You're not wearing a tux," Talia reminds him, he chuckles lightly and stands behind the distressed blonde watching as she throws clothes around her already messy room, he was picking them up and throwing them in a laundry basket that she would fold when they got back.

"Yeah well I look decent," Owen hums, Talia turns to look at her best friend.

"What have you done to your hair?" She gasps dramatically, not once has she ever seen his wild hair tamed, until now.

"I brushed it the correct way," he replies with a laugh at his best friend's reaction "Here let me look because you're doing a horrible job at finding something decent."

He shoulder bumps Talia out of the way causing her to shoulder bump him equally as hard as he goes through the girl's clothes.

He finally pulls out a black dress that was at the bottom of the drawer, he holds it up in his hands and Talia snatches it from him, "Where the hell did you find this?" She questioned sightly annoyed and amazed he found something so quickly when she'd been looking for at least five minutes prior.

"I'm Mary Poppins," he replies with a smirk.

"Just cause you have a woman's build doesn't make you Mary Poppins," Talia jokes as she walks to the bathroom despite nothing about Owen's build being feminine.

She shuts the bathroom door before he can make a comeback strips her pajamas off and puts the dress on. It hugged her torso and showed her cleavage while the bottom was a flowy skirt that came to just above her knee. It seemed a little inappropriate to wear at a funeral but it was the best she could do.

She puts a little concealer on along with some mascara and cherry-tinted lip balm before stepping out where her father and Owen stand in the small living room of the trailer. Owen had the two trash bags that held his and Talia's clothes slung over his shoulder. Since the two didn't travel often they didn't have suitcases or a bag big enough to fit three days worth of clothes.

"Woah that's a little...revealing, don't ya think?" Marcus speaks up looking at his daughter's dress with wide eyes.

"Would you like to try and find something for me to wear?" Talia questions him.

Marcus, knowing for a fact his daughter didn't have anything better in her closet shakes his head "Nope gotta get going, don't wanna be late," he clasps his hands on Owen's shoulders "You shall be our chauffer for this journey, son."

It wasn't abnormal for Marcus to call Owen 'son' but Owen couldn't stop the happy jolt in his stomach each time he called him it. He felt like he was wanted, loved even with the two Higgins and that was all the family he needed.

"Yeah, let's roll," Owen replies as Marcus throws the keys to him.

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The drive to the church in New England was long and boring, Talia nearly jumped in joy when she was able to get out of the car.

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