╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓?

A lot of things actually. She wanted a 2014 Jaguar F-Type but she lived in a pedestrian city, she wanted parents or some sort of parental figure but she'd gone so long without one she wouldn't know what to do if she had one, she wanted to move far away from the only home she'd known but they needed her.

She wanted to be with Hobie, so much that it scared her. But once again the universe was shoving her out of the grasp of her desires and into her reality.

Maybe she wanted all these thing, but it wasn't practical, it wasn't what she needed.

Poppy mindlessly poured Margot's date a new cup of coffee as the girl droned on. "And I was like even if I wanted to go to America, I wouldn't want to go to Alabama of all places so my parents went without me." She took a final bite of her pastry, she licked icing off her finger as she dusted her hands. She moaned, "That was so good. Lemme get three more of those Poppy." The blonde girl beamed up at her. Poppy rolled her eyes.

"Margot that's your sixth one." "I am a paying customer." "I'm the paying customer." Blaise crossed his arms, glaring at the younger girl unimpressed, "You're just mooching off of me." Margot blew him a kiss while Poppy smirked at the interaction.

"Alright, one more and then we gotta cut you off. We only sell ten baked Alaskas a day since it's an American pastry." Poppy picked up their empty plates as she began to walk away.

"I don't think they're from America." Blaise called after her as she made her way back to the kitchen. "You're feeding your customers false information."

Poppy rolled her big brown eyes at his antics, she heard a chuckle coming from behind her. "Those two are such characters." A low voice filled her ears. Poppy whipped her head around tilting it slightly up to look at the taller girl.

"I didn't know you were working today." Poppy smiled, plating the baked Alaska. MJ shrugged, tying on her apron. "Wasn't doing anything so I asked to come in. Wouldn't miss the chance to spend time with the most beautiful girl in France." She winked at Poppy, grabbing a pot of coffee, she used her other hand to grab her waist, moving her to the side so she could make her way out of the small back room and towards the customers.

Poppy's heart fluttered slightly, she shook her head making her way back to her friends. "MJ's here." Blaise smirked. "I can see that." The dark haired girl grumbled, placing the pastry in front of her friend who smiled. "She's so fit." Margot swooned, watching said girl roll up her sleeves as she collected empty plates of customer tables.

"Things aren't working out with that other guy, maybe this is a sign." Blaise took a sip of his coffee, tapping the rim as he placed it down.

Poppy filled up his cup, "I doubt that." "You're telling me if she asked you out right now you'd say no?" "Well-" "Oh leave her alone." Margot snapped, digging her spoon into the pastry. "She really likes Hobie." "Even though he's doing her dirty." Blaise grumbled.

"He's not doing me dirty Blaise, he just knows what he wants out of me and I want to respect that." Poppy shrugged, placing their bill on the table. "Also I'm cutting you guys off."

"A. Fuck you, B. You want to be friends with benefits?" Blaise reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.

Poppy's pastel pink nails scratched the back of her neck, "Well no-"

"So that's what he wants. What about you?"

"𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔." "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃."

Love's cat like grin painted her soft features. "You're in loooovveee." She reader kicking her feet as they dangled over the counter ledge, sniffling heavily as she continued. "You're in lovveeeeee and you hatteee ittttt because you're conforming to societal norms by doiiiingggg sooooo and you want to make Poppy your girlfriend so bad now that you've realized that but you're scareddddd so you want to keep her in a position where it won't hurt as much if she leavvvessss." Hobie shot her an unimpressed look, handing her a panda mug filled to the brim with piping hot peppermint tea.

"And you're siiiiccckkkk so you should stop straining your voiiiceeee." Hobie shot back, grabbing Love by her waist and slinging her over his shoulders "And you need rest." Love groaned.

"Ion wannaaaaa!" She whined, her voice nasally as she slammed her fist on Hobie's bare back in protest. Hobie ignored her childish antics, dropping her on her bed. He threw a fluffy black blanket over her drowsy form.

"You want me to call Gwendy over 'ere cuz I will." Hobie threatened crossing his arms over his chest as he quirked an eyebrow.

Love rolled her dark brown eyes, attempting to fight the sleep that hung heavy at her eyelids. "I hate you Hobart." She yawned, cuddling her octopus plush.

"You love me so much you look stupid," he smirked, turning out her room, he slowly began to shut the door behind him as the faint whisper of a muffled voice reached his ears.

"Put a shirt on you slut."

𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓,

Love was right. Hobie did love Poppy. He knew he did but was he ready for what came after that? All the commitment? This whole thing went against his norms his beliefs.

And for the first time in a long time. Hobie Brown was terrified. Not of a villain, not of the world around him. But of Poppy Parker and what she had done to him.

He had never stopped to question his feelings for Poppy when he really should have. He'd never really loved anyone before or chased after them especially for as long as he had chased her.

He never yearned for someone so much that. And he never had someone feel the same.

Hobie laid on the sofa of the Lee's penthouse, his arms crossed behind his head as he gazed up at the ceiling. He weighed his options;

he could A) Apologize to Poppy or B) Pretend like nothing ever happened and continue on with his life.

He picked the former, not because Love was right but because he was wasting his down time by just idly waiting for Love to awaken.

Hobie grabbed Love's shirt off the chair and shrugged it on. "She's gonna murder me for stretching it out." He muttered, punching a code into his watch.

A familiar golden glow filled the room as he slowly stepped through. Immediately he was hit with a wave of pastel colors, the soft aroma of vanilla and cinnamon flooded his nose.

It was so painfully Poppy that it killed him. Yet she was nowhere to be found.

He glanced around her room lazily, annoyed by this discovery. Strolling over to her vanity he sat down.

"Never even heard of half these brands." He muttered, "And why the hell does Dior make makeup?" He picked up a small lip stick vial analyzing it.

He opened the the drawers of her vanity, scanning over the variety of hair products and accessories. How does she even manage to get all pink, white and gold products? It's mad actually, does she just purchase items based on their packaging rather than their quality?

Amongst these products was an imposter, the very last drawer of her vanity held nothing but a velvet red box.

"Weird." He muttered, gently picking up the box and setting it on the vanity.

He brushed his painted thumb slowly over the golden lock, "What are you hiding dovey?" He muttered.

He pulled a bobby pin out his pocket, a lock has never stopped him before and it won't stop him today.

He wriggled it in the lock mechanism for a few moments before he heard a click. He smirked, "yea I still got it."

Really he didn't know what to expect when he opened it. Weed? Money? Cocaine? Anything of value really why else would she have hidden this box so meticulously.

So while he expected to find was something possibly illegal, what he got was a box full of letters.

"Who even rights those anymore?" He muttered, picking one of the various letters out of the box, rubbing his thumb over the wax seal.

On a scale of one to ten how bad of a person would be be to open this letter?

A solid 7.

He could live with that.

He gently opened the letter, careful as to not spoil the beautiful golden seal.

"I shouldn't do this." He muttered, slipping the letter out of the envelope. "But I've already come this far, so go big or go home I suppose."

He took a small breath, opening the folded piece of paper. His deep brown eyes flicked across the page, scanning it.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍.

LOVE SPEAKS!

not proofread. 

im back, did you miss me?

(back with a shitty half assed chapter, forgive me)