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MICAH XAVIER had never been to a funeral before. Which, he was well aware, was not something that he was to claim bragging rights of [ he didn't ]. He just didn't know what to expect, that's all. Both sets of his grandparents were still very much alive, and the only family funeral he had ever attended was that of his younger sister's goldfish Goldie, and no, he didn't count that as a proper funeral, because it wasn't [ Thea had poked holes into an old shoebox and buried Goldie face up in it; Micah was certain that if the fish wasn't dead before, it surely had to be when it entered the 'suffocation box' ].
He knew the dress attire was black though, which is why he stood directly in front of his bathroom mirror, trying desperately to tie up his tie, of which he had to borrow from his father. He couldn't remember the last time he wore a tie; it was most likely at some family wedding of some distant relative he couldn't remember the name of.
Micah's hands kept fumbling over each other as he tried to tie the piece of fabric around his collar, but it came to no avail. Accepting defeat, he let the tie hang loose around his collar, and he took one last look at himself in the mirror, at himself in his all black suit. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes heavier than he could ever remember.
He looked stupid. He was well aware of that fact. But he didn't even know why he had to wear black anyways; he was pretty sure that if Beatriz had been allowed to be in charge of her own funeral, she would've made everyone wear some shade of pink in their outfits, and banned all blazers [ she thought they made people look unnecessarily boxy ].
Then again, if Bea was in charge of her own funeral, she probably would've cancelled the whole thing. Probably would've made everyone go clubbing instead, and have a drink in her honour, regardless of the fact that they weren't legally allowed to drink yet. That was much more her scene.
Micah couldn't tell which he'd hate more: having to wear all black and mourn over his supposedly dead friend, or have to go out clubbing and act as though nothing happened.
