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PenelopeRS: so so so i haven't done a q&a in a long time (ok like 2 months) so tweet me w #AskPoppy

| username1: how do you feel about #maglia being dead 😟 #askpoppy

| PenelopeRS: username1 MAGLIA ISN'T DEAD !! lia will be back for season 2

| username2: i need to know how u feel about being shipped with TomHolland1996 #askpoppy

| PenelopeRS: i don't mind innocent shipping, and it's actually quite cute. unless ur very rude to me or TomHolland1996 then it's not cool

| username2: so ur saying u LIKE being shipped w TomHolland1996

| PenelopeRS: username2 uhhhhh gotta blast

| username3: do u not love making music or performing anymore #AskPoppy

| username4: any music coming our way?? #askpoppy

| username5: When are you gonna go on another tour? #Askpoppy

| PenelopeRS: ;) username3 username4 username5

| username6: did u notice that a few weeks ago when chris said for u and TomHolland1996 to date tom commented "working on it"

| PenelopeRS: username4 i was not aware no TomHolland1996 want to... explain or talk or something

| TomHolland1996: IN THE WORDS OF A VERY WISE YOUNG WOMAN: "STOP EXPOSING ME"- PenelopeRS , 2015 username4

PenelopeRS: HI YES I AM ENDING THIS #AskPoppy A BIT EARLY FOR PERSONAL REASONS I'LL DO THIS AGAIN IN A FEW DAYS AND WILL GO THROUGH THE SAME TAG. SOZ

| PenelopeRS: also TomHolland1996 answer my texts u punk

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"Why are you not talking to me? Just answer your phone, Tommy." Poppy huffs into her phone as she leaves Tom a voicemail. She runs her hands through her hair as she puffs air into her cheeks, her mind racing. She can't understand why Tom won't talk to her, especially when they're filming together tomorrow for the first time.

He basically just confirmed that he has feelings for her, and he did it on Twitter of all places, but the blonde can't understand why he's ignoring her. Isn't it obvious she feels the same way? All the flirting, all the texts, everything. Why is he shutting himself off?

She's pulled out of her thoughts by her phone ringing. Poppy answers it immediately, not even looking at the caller ID, being disappointed when she hears Liz's voice on the other end of the call. "What the hell is happening on Twitter?" She asks, making the blonde sigh.

"I don't know. I think Tom may have just confessed to the entire world that he likes me, and now he's not picking up my calls." Poppy explains. The line is dead for a few moments, and she nearly asks if her friend is still there, before the brunette erupts in laughter. "What is it? What's funny?" Poppy asks, feeling genuine confusion.

"Puppy love is a beautiful thing." Lizzie states, Poppy being able to hear the grin on her face.

"Shut the fuck up, my god." The blonde retorts, making Elizabeth laugh again. "He's ignoring me, and I can't think of ways to make him talk to me." She complains. "Can you help me?"

"I mean, you could always go up to his room with booze and have a great night." Lizzie suggests sarcastically, before giggling again. "Okay, I'm joking, don't do th-" She's cut off.

"Actually," The blonde starts.

"Penelope, no." Elizabeth responds.

"Penelope, yes. Help me with this?" She questions, Lizzie's response being a groan. "Please, Liz? I'm technically still a minor, please." Poppy begs, dragging out the last word.

The line is silent for a long while, and for a second, Poppy worries Elizabeth's hung up on her, before she actually speaks up. "Promise me you'll make good decisions?" She asks, hesitation clear in her voice. A grin slowly breaks out on the younger blonde's face, and she holds back a squeal.

"Never." She states, making Elizabeth sigh.

"I'll be over in thirty." She mutters, before hanging up.

Poppy doesn't even think of changing her clothes, deeming her light washed jeans and black halter top, and fuzzy white socks fine, but she does reapply her eyeliner and put her hair up in a ponytail out of sheer boredom as she awaits Liz's arrival.

Once there's a knock on her door, the blonde jumps up, opening her door to see her brunette friend holding a whiskey bottle up. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, also I got you a condom." She states, handing Poppy the beverages and pulling out a silver wrapper out. The blonde rolls her eyes and takes the bottle, pausing before shrugging and taking the condom too. Liz sighs exaggeratedly, yells out a one last "Make good choices!", and leaves.

Poppy sighs to herself, opening the bottle of whiskey and taking a large swig to try and calm the nerves at the pit of her stomach. She pulls a face at the taste- she never really liked the taste of alcohol, but got used to it, eventually- but feels a little better as the warm, unfortunately familiar feeling takes over her body.

She doesn't let herself over-think it, locking her door behind her before walking up to Tom's room, her socks padding lightly on the carpeted floor. She runs her hands through her blonde locks, sucking in a sharp breath before knocking on the door. She has to wait a few seconds before a voice is heard. "Who is it?" Asks a familiar voice, muffled by the door blocking them.

"Your friendly neighborhood badass bitch." Poppy responds, chuckling lightly at her own joke. Silence is Tom's only response for a few moments, before he hesitantly opens the door. Poppy's smile widens. "I got booze." She smiles, holding up the bottle.

Though Tom tries to fight it, his only response is to laugh and let the girl in. She smirks softly as she looks up at him, plopping herself down on his bed, handing him the bottle. "We shouldn't, we're filming tomorrow." He excuses.

She chuckles, getting up. "Yeah, but can you explain what the hell just happened without being mildly intoxicated?" Poppy questions, making Tom's eyes widen slightly, before he snatches the bottle out of her hands.

Poppy chuckles, letting him drink for a moment before grabbing the bottle for herself, taking a swig before setting it down on the bedside table. "Now, Tommy, care to explain?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, feeling the nervousness radiating off of the boy.

"Uh, you see, I may have a tiny, little, small crush on you, and I have no idea if you feel the same. It's fine if you don't- Like, I kinda really would like to take you out, but if you don't want to or are uncomfortable that's f-" Poppy cuts him off by cupping his jaw softly.

"Shut up for a second." She says, her voice barely above a whisper, before standing up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his.

He inhales sharply, his hands stiffly at his sides, though he kisses back. Poppy smiles, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips, deepening the kiss as she rewraps her arms around his neck.

His lips are soft against hers, and Poppy smiles as she feels him sneak his hands into her back pockets. She sighs softly, one of her hands falling to his chest. She grabs a fistful of his shirt, trying to pull him as close as she can to her.

Poppy's the one who pulls away first, Tom lean in again instinctively, but she stops him, a smirk on her lips as she looks down at him. "So," She starts, her lips brushing against his as she speaks. "Wanna keep drinking?" She pulls away from him, sauntering over to the bedside table, grabbing the whiskey bottle again, making him chuckle.

"You are so freaking vexing." He mutters slowly, though a smile floats on his lips as Poppy skips over to him again, drinking from the bottle before kissing him again.