Hate At First (Grown Ups/Greg Feder)

The Funeral ✅

Dylan POV

Right now my dad and I are heading to his Coach's funeral. My dad got a call last night from an old friend telling him that his high school coach passed away. I only ever met him once, and even then I couldn't remember much of him.

It was sad. I always saw my dad as this independent, happy, fun guy. He was always smiles and he never let anything bring him down. But last night, it was the first time I had ever seen him cry. I didn't know what to do, so I just hugged him the same way he would hug me when I was sad or upset.

He told me to pack a few extra outfits because we were staying at a lake house with his high school friends and their families.

I just hope I actually have the courage to talk to some of the kids that'll be there. I've always been the shy type. Never having many friends growing up and not really connecting with anyone from school. My dad said that their are going to be two kids around my age and some younger ones.

We pulled up at the church where the funeral was being held and made our way to a bunch of people.

"Didn't I tell you to turn the phone off their Greg?" Some man said to his son, who had on a expensive looking tux and sunglasses on. You could definitely tell this family had money.

"But my massage therapist." The kid said.

What kid has a massage therapist?

"No, no, no, no, no. No cell phones."

"Wait. If no cell phones then I'm out of here." My dad said to the man.

"Higgy!"

Nickname I guess..

"Who's ready to get their funeral on?" My dad said, doing this weird dance, "I'm sorry death makes me weird."

"We see that dad." I said and everyone laughed. I smiled as I looked at my dad and his friends. I remember seeing them in my dad's old yearbook.

"Hey! You're suppose to have my back." Dad said jokingly, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Anyway, this is my daughter, Dylan. Dylan, this is Lenny and Kurt. Some of my best friends from school."

"Nice to meet you." I said shyly, kind of hiding behind my dad's leg.

"She's shy. But Lenny, these are your kids? Who's that girl, she's not a nanny is she?"

She obviously was the nanny. I could tell by the way she was looking after all of the Feder kids.

I just tuned them out and stayed by myself. I didn't want to interrupt my dad from his friends. He hasn't seen them in years, it's nice to see him smiling and being at his happiest. Plus, I didn't really know anyone here.

Their was a small tap on my shoulder and I turned and saw two girls, maybe a year or two younger than myself.

"Hi! My named Charlotte and this is Donna. What's your name?"

Charlotte was a dark skined girl with silky dark hair and a bright smile. Donna was light skinned with dirty blonde hair and very pretty eyes. Both girls were very beautiful in their own ways.

"I'm Dylan," I said with a shy smile.

"Cool. Are you going to the lake house after the funeral?"

"Yeah."

"So are we!"

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We were in the funeral now. I was sitting next to my dad and we were behind the Feder family. Every once in a while the older son would turn and look at me, but I paid no mind to it. I do have to admit he was pretty cute, you know for a snooty rich boy.

I could already tell he was one of those snotty kind of kids who got everything they wanted while the rest of us had to work for what we earn.

I know they say 'Don't judge a book by its cover' but can you really blame me? This kid has a massage therapist!

As the funeral continued, so did my dad's weirdness. After Mr. Feder made his speech, one of my dad's other friends went up there and sung a song.

My dad buzzing was embarrassing. While everyone laughed, I was silently dying of embarrassment. Not that I would ever tell anyone, but I didn't think it was very respectful. I just pushed it aside thinking it was a normal thing for the group of friends.

It wasn't long after the funeral, we all were back in our cars driving to the lake house. I have never really been anywhere besides my home or school. It would be nice to get away for the weekend.