The sun shines through the large glass windows as my eyes flutter open. I blink a few times, noticing I was in Poppy's bedroom, and indeed in her bed.

Rubbing my eyes, I look down at our bodies entangled in each other, skin glistening in the sunlight.

I can't help but let my eyes roam around Poppy's sleeping body. She looks so angelic, so at peace. She is so unaware of her effortless beauty and it baffles me how somebody can be so breathtaking.

The silk nightgown she's wearing looks beautiful on her tan skin and I can't help but stare. As she slightly stirs, I notice her soft light brown hair sprawled across the bed.

I look at her body once more before softly detangling her soft leg from mine. I slowly get out of bed and walk downstairs and into the massive kitchen.

The marble counters are squeaky clean and I begin to wonder when the last time they actually used them was.

I rub my tired eyes before opening their glass refrigerator and grabbing some eggs as well as bacon. I look through the cabinets before finding a pan and set it on the stove.

I yawn tiredly, walking into the guest bedroom and changing my clothes. I change into a loose white tee shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, and some casual brown boots. I'm going to take Poppy somewhere. We stay inside too much.

After changing, I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth and wash my face. I blink and look into the mirror, shrugging before walking back into the kitchen to cook.

I make scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. I cut up some fruit as well.

While I chop up some strawberries, I hear small footsteps making their way towards me and a light yawn. Turning around, I'm greeted with a tired looking Poppy.

She leans against the doorframe, and smiles. My heart beats wildly in my chest and I gulp harshly.

She's still wearing her silk nightgown, and has pink fluffy slippers on. Her hair is slightly messed up, but still looks soft and combed. Her big crystal blue eyes are staring right into mine, and I notice a smirk on her plump lips. The sun from the window shines right on her and she looks like an angel sent from heaven.

"Making me breakfast?" Poppy hums, jumping up on the counter and smiling widely.

I nod, finishing up the strawberries and putting them onto her plate.

"I'm surprised you didn't make British crumpets."

I just laugh, remembering the first time she called me that. Back when she hated me. Maybe she still hates me, but she's not as much of a bitch to me.

I set our plates on the island, and we both eat in satisfaction.

"When did you wake up?" She yawns, eating a strawberry. I notice the bags under her eyes and I furrow my eyebrows. We didn't go to bed too late, and it's afternoon. Why does she look so tired?

"Erm, around eleven. Do you like the food?" I continue to study her features, and I see that her eyes are puffy as well. When was she crying?

She nods, and takes a bite of her toast. I finish up my meal, and put it in the sink. I'll wash that later.

"What should we do today? We are inside way too often. I have the day off and I want to spend it with my favorite brat." I smirk.

Poppy rolls her eyes and flips me off. I chuckle.

"Let's go to the zoo!" She exclaims, her eyes bright. But I notice there's not the same sparkle in them that I adore. What is going on?

"Okay," I decide, nodding. "How about we go to the pier tonight once we're done?" She just nods, and takes a drink of her orange juice.

Once she finishes, she puts her plate in the sink and goes up to her room to change. I wait in the living room and try to figure out their very complex remote.

Don't get me wrong, I am well off, but these people are on some Donald Trump type shit. They must be easily one of the richest families in California, let alone America.

I flip through channels, and finally settle on Pretty Little Liars. It looks interesting.

I enjoy their massive TV, it's a couple inches bigger than mine. Everything they have in their house is a step up from mine. And I thought I was wealthy.

Once I hear footsteps coming down the staircase, I grab my keys and stand up before turning the tv off. Stretching, I look at Poppy and smile.

Her outfit consists of a maroon colored halter top and high waisted denim shorts. She has on white converse that go up to her ankles and round sunglasses that look rather expensive. Her hair is in a messy bun which really compliments her eyes.

She just smiles at me and grabs my hand, excitedly pulling me out the door.

We drive to the San Diego zoo, and it's way more than I expected. It's huge, to say the least. I bought a pamphlet for Poppy and I as we walked around.

"I want to hold a lemur!" She screeched, jumping up and down. I looked down at the paper, and groaned. The lemurs are so far away.

"Let's just rent a golf cart," I chuckle, not about to walk that much.

"Oh come on, lazy ass, get some strong calves and look good for the ladies," she chuckled. I rolled my eyes. What ladies?

We reach the lemur section, and Poppy literally cannot hold in her excitement. She squeals and jumps up and down, pointing. Many people turn to look at her, but I don't really care.

"I know, they're adorable," I sigh, smiling at her.

Once we reach the front of the line, Poppy grins widely and gives the zoo keeper a one hundred dollar bill. I notice her eyes go wide and her mouth falls agape.

Poppy blinks, furrowing her eyebrows. "What? I want a lot of food to feed the lemur."

I sigh. She really has no idea how rich she is.

The zoo keeper just gulps, and rapidly nods before handing a baby lemur to a cheering Poppy. Poppy looks up at me with love filled in her eyes and I can't help but swoon.

I take out my phone quickly, and take a couple pictures of her with the lemur. She smiles brightly up at my phone and my insides do that funny thing again.

As she tightly holds the lemur, petting it gently, a boy around seventeen nudges me. I turn to look at him, a smile still on my face from the cute sight.

"Your girlfriend is hot."

I roll my eyes. "She's not my-"

"How'd you end up with a beauty like that?" He laughs, and the younger boy beside him nods in agreement. My blood boils, and I just scoff before turning to look at Poppy, who's smiling brightly at me with a sleeping lemur in her arms.

She truly is beautiful. That's no surprise.

"Do you see the rack on that girl?" I hear the same boy say, and my fists clench in anger.

"Shut the fuck up," I hiss getting ready to beat the shit out of the smirking teenager.

"I can already imagine her screaming my name," he presses, stepping closer to me. I finally snap, and punch him square in the jaw.

He falls back with a thud, and I hear multiple people gasp. My fist throbs, but I just feel like I should do it again to knock some sense into the bastard.

"Dude, what the fuck!" He groaned, rubbing his jaw.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave," the zoo keeper says, and I turn to face an angry Poppy.

I just sigh, closing my eyes.

"Poppy, I-"

"Come on," she spits, grabbing my arm and forcefully dragging me to an empty space.

"What the fuck is your problem!" She shouts, anger evident in her eyes.

"Did you not hear the way he was talking about you?" I exclaim, my anger boiling up again. Why would I let someone disrespect Poppy like that?

"What?" Her voice softens.

"He was saying disgusting stuff about you, you can't expect me not to punch the idiot."

She furrows her eyebrows. "Who cares? People will talk, they always do. If you want to make it in this world you suck it up and deal with it."

I gulp, she's right.

"Okay, fuck, I'm sorry alright?"

Her chest raises up and down rapidly, and she shakes her head. "It's fine, whatever, let's just go see the god damn giraffes."

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