"in spite of me" ✨✨part 4 🧚♀️🧚♀️when🌟🌟queen🛐🛐
JSKDJDKDJF THIS MADE ME LAUGH LMFAOOO
im already writing it! probably gonna post it in the next few days! thank you for reading 😂😂😂❤️
"in spite of me" ✨✨part 4 🧚♀️🧚♀️when🌟🌟queen🛐🛐
JSKDJDKDJF THIS MADE ME LAUGH LMFAOOO
im already writing it! probably gonna post it in the next few days! thank you for reading 😂😂😂❤️
"in spite of me" is the fic that keep me up at night, hoping to see a notification popping up and what makes me wake up fast in the morning to check tumblr if you posted an update ❤️
aw anon this is literally the sweetest thing ever. it made my entire week, you have no idea 🥺❤️ thank you so much for reading my fic, you have no idea how much it means to me!!! thank you so much!!!
Tags: post-canon, semi slow burn, potential NSFW in later chapters.
Bee frowns, entirely unconvinced and clearly still very concerned. In the silence that follows, Poppy turns back to face the ceiling, eyes closed, and pinches the bridge of her nose and breathes again, slow and shaky. In, and out. She does it three times before she feels a gentle hand grab her wrist and guide it away from her face. When she opens her eyes and looks back to her side, Bee’s worried face is hovering inches away from hers.
here’s chapter 3! kinda messy, super rushed, a little angsty, whatever. im not sure when I’ll be able to update again since the next few days are probably gonna be a little busy, so i wanted to post this one today. hope everyone likes it <3
huge thanks to @hallowdiamond for proofreading it for me 🥺❤️ you’re litch rally the best!
“So how far away are we from the hotel?” Poppy asks, shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. She’s more exhausted than she’d like to admit.
“Not far,” Bee answers, turning down the volume of the radio.
They’ve been driving for hours now, but the hours seem longer now than they did earlier in the day. Of course, since Poppy isn’t driving, her mind is running a mile a minute about other things, about the future, and the past too.
It’s the first time all day that Bee isn’t trying to make small talk. Now that the adrenaline has passed, the past events are replaying in her mind over and over again.
Her mind darts back to the night of the Apoidea ball. She thinks about Veronica and Carter, siding with Bee and looking at Poppy as if they truly pitied her. The hurt, the rage, the overwhelming sense of betrayal she felt in those moments before the winner was announced were like nothing she had ever felt before. Never had she been so utterly blind to what was manifesting right under her nose. Poppy has always prided herself on her ability to read people, to know exactly what’s needed to make them do what she wants them to do. Even now, though she is starting to know better than to manipulate people without a care, she still likes to think that she understands what makes them tick. It’d been a shock to have that ripped away from her.
She looks at Bee and tries to make sense of everything she’s feeling. This is the same girl who took everything away from her, who promised to take her down and actually did. The same girl who warned her about an angry mob showing up at her door and made sure she was safe.
The same girl who humiliated her at the Bacchanalia and took revenge for her best friend. The same girl who found out about her most kept secret and didn’t use it against her.
The same girl who makes her smile despite herself and the only one who can keep her on her toes.
Bee Hughes. How does she actually feel about Bee Hughes? How can she hate someone so much and still want to be around them?
She knows that Bee wouldn’t fuck with her again. She knows that her feelings for Poppy are real and that she’d probably be willing to do anything to make her trust her. And if she looks within, she knows that she’s known this for weeks now.
Sometimes, she has nightmares still, about Bee’s sweet smile twisting into a sneer, her laugh exploding into a cackle, and it’s her own cruel words she said to Persephone Dalton that spill out of Bee Hughes’ mouth (Just wait and see what I do to your life. There’s one role you were born to play: the human sacrifice. You will never be one of us.) Sometimes she dreams about the things that Bee actually told her, too (I turned your friends against you because none of them liked you. We thought it’d be fun to ruin your life because you deserved it and oh my god how much fun it was to see you fall) until Poppy snaps awake, soaked in sweat and panting.
And sometimes, it’s just a little too much for her to bear. Sometimes it leaves her aching for some comfort she doesn’t quite understand. But really, there’s nothing to do then but to sit up and tell herself, over and over, that it was just a dream.
It’s always just a dream. There aren’t any more competitions and she doesn’t care about the T anymore and it’s over now.
She looks at Bee again. What are they even doing, right now? How can she trust her? How can they trust each other after everything that went down?
And, more importantly, why does she want to?
“Tired?” Bee asks her, bringing her back to reality.
Poppy nods, and looks outside her window. The sky is getting dark and there are barely any other cars on the road. She doesn’t like how uncomfortable she’s suddenly feeling.
“We’ll get there in less than an hour,” Bee promises, reaching for her thermos flask and taking a sip of her coffee.
“Where are we even going?”
“We’re stopping at a local bed and breakfast run by a local beekeeper. It’s really quaint and they even have an option to sleep in a barn,” she tells her. Immediately noticing Poppy’s panic, she adds: “don’t worry! I booked us an actual room.”
Poppy looks at her incredulously. “What made you think I’d like this?”
“Oh, I didn’t think you would,” she laughs. “But think of it this way: you’re getting the full ‘road trip with Bee Hughes’ experience.”
“That truly doesn’t make it any better” Poppy grunts and closes her eyes. She can sense an oncoming headache.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the one who agreed to come with me, though,” Bee laughs again and Poppy rubs at her temples. “Besides, how fun is that? The owner is a beekeeper and my name—”
“—your name is Bee. Yes, Hughes, I get it,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s just not funny.”
“You are no fun,” Bee pouts.
Poppy sighs. “Bee, I’m from New York city. I know that in your world this probably sounds like a really fun evening, but for me, this is worse than getting a Pap smear.”
“You are so dramatic,” Bee tells her, barely stifling a laugh. “Like, seriously, Poppy. I think you should’ve gone to an art school or something. You’re giving me major theatre kid vibes right now.”
“That is the worst thing you could’ve said to me,” Poppy says indignantly.
“Shut up, Poptart. Quit complaining. You promised you’d play nice, remember?” Bee gently nudges her with her elbow.
“I could actually murder you right now and no one would ever find your body,” she squints her eyes.
Bee smiles at her. Poppy thinks it’s the most infuriating smile in the world. She hates how much she doesn’t hate it.
“You could, but…” she pauses, and makes eye contact. “You’d get pretty lonely without me.”
Poppy hates that she’s right.
Yawning, Bee falls face first down onto one of the beds in the room she booked. Her things are splattered around, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she sinks her face into her pillow. “I am so, so tired.”
“Did you really book two twin beds?” Poppy asks, looking around the room. It’s… quaint, to say the least. Bee was right to use that word to describe it. Poppy purses her lips as she tries to stop herself from making any rude comments. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah!” Bee smiles in understanding. She seems to notice Poppy’s awkwardness, but doesn’t mention it.
Poppy walks to her own bed and sits down. Bee follows her, standing a little short from the foot of the bed.
“Huh. I thought you would’ve booked at least a queen size bed.”
Bee laughs, reaching for her suitcase and placing it at an arm’s distance.
“Aw, Pops, did you want to sleep with me?” she raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
“No!” she’s quick to deny it, maybe a little bit too quick. It makes Bee smile. “I just thought that knowing you, you would’ve tried something like that.”
“Don’t worry. We still have to spend the night in a hotel tomorrow. There’s plenty of time to— ow!” she squeals. “You can’t be trusted around pillows!”
“I can’t be trusted, period. I thought you’d know that by now, Farmsville,” she smirks. “Now get out of my side of the room before I transition from pillows into something heavier.”
“You really do love violence, huh?”
“Maybe you bring out the worst in me.”
“Please,” Bee snorts. “Weren’t you the one who told me I made you better at being you?”
“Same thing, really.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. Now shut up before I whack you again,” Poppy yawns. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Want some company?” Bee smirks. Poppy can’t tell if she’s being serious or not.
“Step foot into the bathroom while I’m there and I’ll seriously murder you.”
“Fine, fine,” Bee rolls her eyes and plops herself on her bed. “Try not to use all the hot water.”
Poppy raises an eyebrow. Limited hot water? What kind of cheap hotel is this one, exactly?
Thirty minutes later, they’ve both taken (separate) showers and changed into their pajamas. Poppy is wearing an expensive silk pajama set while Bee is just wearing an oversized T-shirt and cotton shorts. Poppy tries to ignore the way it makes her feel.
The place doesn’t offer room service (shocking) so Bee had to step out to buy some food while Poppy was in the shower. They’re eating sandwiches quietly . The TV provides some background noise, but other than that, the room is filled with a pleasant silence.
Bee is the first one to break it. “Long day, huh?”
“Yeah,” Poppy takes a sip of her diet coke. “Your car seats get really uncomfortable after a couple of hours.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s something that happens with every car seat, Pops. Not just mine,” Bee chuckles.
“No, I’m pretty sure I’m right,” Poppy smiles with her. It makes Bee look away in embarrassment.
“Anyways, are you done with that?” she asks, pointing at Poppy’s plastic plate and now empty soda can.
She nods and hands them over. Bee throws them into the trash can before walking up to Poppy and sitting down next to her on the bed.
“I figured we should wake up by… 7:30 am-ish tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.”
Poppy yawns again. “Yeah. Now, Farmsville, get out of my bed. I’d like to at least get five hours of sleep tonight.”
“Fine,” Bee gives her a nod before she’s overcome by a huge yawn of her own. “Goodnight, Pops.”
“I’ll kill you in your sleep if you snore,” she murmurs, her eyelids growing heavy.
“I’m already looking forward to it.”
Then she finds herself sitting at her table at the Person to Watch gala. The lights are off except for the one illuminating the stage, leaving the room unnervingly dim.
That’s weird enough. Even weirder is the fact that, as she looks around, she finds that every single table around her is completely bare. Even her own. The plates are wiped clean, the champagne glasses are empty. There’s absolutely no indication that this room has ever been in use.
Completely lost, she looks at her phone screen. The date and time are definitely right, and the gala should be happening right now. So why is it like a fucking ghost town in here?
As if summoned by the thought, she suddenly hears the clicking sound of high heels walking towards the stage. The lights dim before turning themselves on again, and Bee reaches for the microphone.
Poppy sighs in relief. She stands up from her chair and gets closer to the stage. “Good, you’re here too. What the hell is going on?”
Bee gives her a funny look, like maybe Poppy’s completely lost her mind. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, why is there literally no one else here? Did we get the date wrong, or something?”
Bee breaks into a laugh. “What do you mean? Everyone else went home already. The real question is, what are you doing here?”
Her brow furrows when she realizes that actually, she has no memory of coming here. She has no idea of who won the award or what happened during the night. And if the gala is already over, why would Bee stay behind…?
“I… I don’t know,” she says hesitantly. “Did I win?”
Bee lets out another laugh. “You? Oh, no. I won.”
Poppy feels her stomach sink.
“Do you seriously not remember your little meltdown?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. She’s still smiling, as if everything’s alright between them. “Here, look at yourself.”
She hands her a double sided compact mirror. Poppy looks at herself, and sure enough, her mascara is all runny and her cheeks are stained with tears.
“I don’t remember—” she starts, but Bee interrupts her.
“You went a little crazy over there,” she laughs.
Something strange happens then. Bee’s smile falters a little, like a cracking façade, except somehow it reveals nothing about what’s underneath. “Yeah, it was a real shit show.”
“What are you doing here?” Poppy asks her, still confused.
Bee lets out a chuckle and shakes her head.
“You should get going now. Your parents, er, I mean… your mom and Piers are waiting for you outside.”
“What?” she can feel herself start panicking. “What do you mean—”
“You should probably check the T.”
“My phone… I don’t know where I’ve left it,” Poppy admits.
Bee takes her purse and reaches inside to grab something. “You can use mine.”
She hands her phone over, which Poppy accepts with bafflement. Before she can say anything else, Bee is out the door.
“Farmsville!” she calls after her, peering out into the hall. But somehow, Bee is already nowhere to be seen.
Finally, she looks down at the screen.
The T’s latest submission is about her family. She feels the tears forming in her eyes, but she can’t stop reading. Every secret is exposed there for the world to see. The truth about her parents, about her mother’s affair, about her birth. And the worst part? Bee was the one who exposed it at the gala.
“No, no, no…” she sobs. “This can’t be happening.”
And suddenly a wave of dread washes over her, spurring her into motion. Poppy hurries down the disturbingly-empty hall, turning corner after corner, only blind instinct guiding her steps until she finds herself outside, close to a fountain.
Bee is standing about ten feet ahead, her back turned to her as she watches the fountain.
“Farmsville, what the fuck did you do?!” she yells as she hastily makes her way over to the other girl.
Slowly, Bee turns around. Her expression is inscrutable. She looks her up and down, twice. Judging her. Poppy thinks she’s turning smaller under her piercing gaze.
Finally, Bee sighs and says, “Sometimes, we get what’s coming to us.”
It makes her heart stop and her breath catches in her throat. She watches as Bee’s gaze flicks upwards, to look past her at something over her shoulder. She watches as her lips curl into a small smile. She watches as Bee Hughes walks away without another word.
She whirls around just in time to see her parents bearing down on her.
Poppy wakes with a startled gasp.
Hopelessly disoriented and unadjusted to the dark of her room, she shoots a hand out to the side to fumble for the lamp on her bedside table. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Except this is not her bed and this is not her room and oh right, she’s at some random bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere. It’s three-thirty in the morning, according to the digital clock that is on the table.
Okay. That’s okay.
She manages to force herself to take three long, deep breaths before they dissolve into hiccuping sobs and Poppy clasps a hand over her mouth a second too late because she had also forgotten, for a moment, that she isn’t alone in the room.
And now Bee is already stirring, blinking the sleep away from her eyes. As soon as she regains her senses, she focuses on the girl on the bed besides hers. She leans over to touch her shoulder. “Whoa, hey, what happened?”
Poppy tenses, stubbornly refusing to meet her eyes. She can’t bear to see the concern on Bee’s face that she knows must be there. “Nothing,” she mumbles. “Nothing happened.”
She feels a hand on her cheek, soft but persistent as Bee turns Poppy’s head to make her meet her gaze. “Poppy, you’re crying,” she says, soft and matter-of-factly. “What’s wrong?”
Poppy sucks in another breath, trying desperately to calm the hammering beat of her heart. Seeing, knowing and feeling Bee right there beside her, warm and so very very real, helps quell the fear nightmare-Bee induced. When she finally feels her heartbeat slow, returning to normal, she opens her mouth. “It was just a bad dream. Think nothing of it.”
Bee frowns, entirely unconvinced and clearly still very concerned. In the silence that follows, Poppy turns back to face the ceiling, eyes closed, and pinches the bridge of her nose and breathes again, slow and shaky. In, and out. She does it three times before she feels a gentle hand grab her wrist and guide it away from her face.
When she opens her eyes and looks back to her side, Bee’s worried face is hovering inches away from hers.
“Was it…” she trails off, hesitatingly. “Was it about me?”
As much as Poppy doesn’t want to admit that (a part of her refuses to show vulnerability in front of Bee — or even worse, let her know that she’s the source of it) she’s sure the expression on her face confirms what Bee’s already figured out. So she nods, shortly.
“Does it— do you get nightmares about that a lot?”
“Sometimes,” she admits, “I do. About all the other shit too, like Persephone or the mob. But you… yeah. You’re always there.”
She almost regrets saying the last part at the flash of guilt on Bee’s face. She knows now that it’s not really her fault. So she adds: “They’re not always bad dreams.”
She means it. Sometimes she dreams about Bee saving her from the mob, or the two of them teaming up against Selene in the bathroom. She dreams about things she wishes she would’ve handled differently, too.
Poppy’s sure Bee’s opening her mouth to apologize (she does that a lot, even though Poppy is the one who should be apologizing) so she braces for it and gets her reply ready in her head. She’s caught off guard, though, when Bee says, “It’ll be okay.”
“You’ll be okay,” she repeats. “It’ll get better, and we’ll be here for you, Poppy. Chloe, Veronica, and I. No matter what your mind tries to tell you. I’ll be here for you.“
Poppy’s at a complete loss for words. She just sort of… stares at Bee for a solid ten seconds, unsure of what to say. Bee looks back at her so calmly, patiently, that gentle smile of hers sending warmth flooding through Poppy’s chest. There’s that feeling again, she thinks. She can feel tears forming in her eyes again, but for a completely different reason. "Okay,” she finally manages, as she goes to wipe them away as subtly as possible and completely fails.
The other girl laughs softly. “Okay.”
Poppy closes her eyes. She’s finally starting to calm down, but…
And, as if she’s read her mind, Bee asks her gently. “Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?”
Poppy doesn’t have the strength to say any words right now, so she just nods instead. And before she knows it, Bee’s reached out and wrapped her arms around Poppy and pulled her close to her chest. Poppy stiffens for just a moment before she sighs and allows herself to relax into Bee, nestling her head on her shoulder.
There isn’t much room for the two of them in a twin bed, and Poppy thinks that Bee’s large figure might fall off the bed if they move around too much. So, she wraps her arms around her and holds her closer still. Just so she won’t fall off, she tells herself.
“Hmm,” she mumbles into the soft fabric of Bee’s oversized shirt.
“Can I ask…” Bee starts, a little hesitantly. “Can I ask you what I did to you in your dream?”
Poppy takes a few seconds to breathe before answering her question. Her bodies are still flush together, comforting her. “We were at the gala again, except you exposed the truth about my father after you won.”
Bee’s breath falters a little. “I wouldn’t— I would never!”
“I know,” Poppy whispers. “I know you wouldn’t, Bee.”
That seems to make Bee relax a little, because she tentatively brings a hand to Poppy’s hair and starts running trembling fingers through it. “Okay.”
“Night, Bee,” Poppy says, letting her eyes fall shut once again.
“Goodnight, Poppy,” she hums in return, the smile in her voice clear as day.
Hey✨. I personally don't have a beta reader, but I'd be more than willing to help you out and be yours.
aww that is honestly so sweet 🥺 thank you! I’ll dm u if thats okay with you!
Excuse me, what is a beta reader?
oh its just a test reader! like someone who proof reads your writing and gives feedback before you post it. it helps the author fix any mistakes and stuff like that, since the beta gives them their point of view as a reader!
quick question to actual fanfic writers: how does one find a beta reader? 👁👁
currently writing chapter 3 & going a little insane bc what even is a plot im just running on five hours of sleep and using every cliche fanfiction trope that exists and hoping for the best.
[Image ID: an image of a woman with an open mouth and her hand on her face reflected in a mirror, colorized purple and with the text teeth | mc x poppy / ch. 1/8 over it.]
Zeta parties are, all things considered, pretty easy to crash.
Even if Bea wasn’t who she is–contender for the top spot, hero of most of the students here, Poppy’s rival–the “bouncers” are just frat guys who’re pretty uninterested in popularity politics. They’ll let you in if you ask nice, they won’t stop you if you sneak past even if you trip on your ass, and if you’re hot, they’ll only stop you long enough to ask for your number.
if you listen closely you can still hear ms hughes screaming in rage into her pillow
uh hi quick question! Does anyone remember the characters’ social media usernames? i think poppy’s was smth like REALqueenpoppy but i cant remember chloe’s or zoey’s. or veronica’s 😭
could u please do a reimagining of what happens after the graduation ceremony now that qb is over 😭
btw i love ur writing sm <3 u are so talented and there's so much life in you words
since i’m taking an absolute eternity to write this thing, here’s a little sneak peak:
Tags: post-canon, semi slow burn, potential NSFW in later chapters.
Poppy doesn’t know what possessed her to agree to go with Bee’s crazy idea, but she must face the consequences of her decision now. These include a car with ridiculously tacky bumper stickers, gas station bought candy and dealing with Bee’s poor driving skills and overall lack of common sense. Maybe it will be okay, if she somehow manages to make it out alive (and without having murdered Bee Hughes in the process.)
Sooo here it is! I started writing part 2 of In Spite of Me and I decided it will be a multi chapter series. I don’t know how many chapters I have planned yet, but probably around 5-8. They’ll be shorter than part one, but I hope they’re good enough to make it up. I literally wrote this in less than a day so please forgive any typos you might see! Also, english isn’t my first language so if you notice any grammatical mistakes please let me know and I’ll fix it right away. Lastly, please tell me if you want to be tagged in future chapters!
The next morning is the last morning Poppy wakes up in her Zeta room before moving out. It feels strangely bittersweet, the room is pretty much empty now and the house is quiet, but she still feels like she’s not entirely ready to let it go.
She has made so many memories in these four walls. Most of them were… not that great, if she’s being honest. She remembers angry-crying herself to sleep after losing the Person to Watch award, or after being the human sacrifice at the Bacchanalia that Bee hosted (a part of her knows that she deserved that one. And maybe all of them, really.) A lot of her recent memories involve, well, her failures. There are bits of it everywhere around the room.
But not all of them were bad. Chloe and her used to have a lot of sleepovers together in this room, back when their relationship wasn’t so defined by the rankings or the votes. She taught Veronica some of her favorite makeup looks in front of her now emptied vanity.
There are bits of Bee everywhere around the room too.
If you had asked her about it a few weeks ago, she would’ve told you how much she wished she could erase those memories forever.
But now… she isn’t so sure anymore. She doesn’t despise the idea of Bee being a constant presence in her life that much anymore.
She gives her room one last glance before closing the door.
“Morning,” Chloe tells when they bump into each other in the kitchen. “You’re leaving soon, right?”
“Yeah, I think Bee is supposed to pick me up in less than half an hour,” she replies with a small smile.
That’s when she notices Veronica standing behind Chloe, looking at her phone.
“Can I just say how weird it is that you guys are going on a road trip together?” she says, not bothering to look up from her phone screen. “And now you’re calling her by her name instead of one of your nicknames. So. Weird.”
Poppy knows that Veronica is right. In fact, she’s pretty sure that everyone else thinks that this (whatever it is that they’re doing) is weird. She can still see Zoey’s closed smile when Bee told her Poppy was going with her back to Farmsville, or Chloe’s vague “huh” when Poppy called her to tell her the news.
Hells, even Poppy herself thinks this is strange. It’s not like she actually thought it through.
“Well, yeah. It’s definitely weird,” it’s all she says in reply.
Veronica puts down her phone and actually smiles at her. Smiles! Veronica! This day just keeps getting stranger.
“I think it will be good for you,” she says as she stands up and grabs a box. “Well, my mom is here to pick me up. Kinda weird to be leaving this house after all this time, right?”
“I feel like I’m really going to miss this place,” Chloe chimes in, looking around. “V, are you not staying for the goodbye party with all the girls?”
“Nah,” Veronica shakes her head, eyes darting back to her phone. “Anyways, have fun in your trips. Keep me posted, I want all the updates.”
She gives them each a quick hug (which is a lot more than Poppy had expected, to be honest) and leaves the room.
“So, uhm, I guess you’re not staying for the party either,” Chloe looks at her.
“Bee should be here any minute now, so… not really.”
“I see. Well, I hope you have fun. I mean it, Poppy.”
“I know,” she replies and meets her eyes. Chloe gives her a smile. “Thank you, Chlo.”
Her phone buzzes and she notices that she has a new message from Farmsville Cornhusker. She should probably change her contact info to something nicer.
Farmsville Cornhusker: i’m outside 😜
She rolls her eyes and types a quick reply.
Poppy: are u a wannabe frat boy now? no decent person uses that emoji.
Farmsville Cornhusker: oh, because you’re such a beacon of human decency
Poppy fights off the urge to laugh. Who would’ve thought that one day she would be texting Bee Hughes without feeling the need to murder her?
Farmsville Cornhusker: are u coming or not? i don’t have all day
Farmsville Cornhusker: actually i do but i kinda wanna make it to the bed and breakfast on time
Poppy: fine, just let me say goodbye to chloe and I’ll meet u outside
Farmsville Cornhusker: tell her i said hi!
“Is that Bee?” Chloe asks her, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah, she says hi. She’s outside, so I should get going.”
“Yeah, go ahead. It’s kinda cute, though.”
“What is?” Poppy raises an eyebrow.
“You two! You were smiling at your phone just now. I’ve never seen you do that before,” Chloe sighs dreamily. Poppy purses her lips. “I wrote a Destiel fanfiction like that once. It was an enemies-to-lovers slowburn.”
“I have no idea what any of those words mean,” she frowns. Some time ago, she would’ve mocked Chloe for simply using the word fanfiction. She’s trying to be nicer now, so she won’t.
“Nevermind. Just… have fun, okay? Try to enjoy yourself,” Chloe smiles sincerely at her. She can notice a hint of worry in her voice, and it tugs on Poppy’s heart a little. Chloe is a good friend, after all.
“I will. See you when I come back?” it’s a genuine question.
She wouldn’t blame Chloe if she didn’t want anything else to do with her. She hasn’t exactly been the greatest friend, to put it mildly. But then Chloe throws her arms around her and Poppy feels like maybe everything will be okay.
“Sure. See you when you get back.”
“Finally!” Bee says when she steps out of the house. Poppy notices she’s holding up a bag. “I was starting to think that you stood me up.”
“You’re so dramatic, Hughes. You’ve been waiting for less than ten minutes,” she rolls her eyes and points at the bag. “What’s in there?”
Bee laughs and pulls several things out of the grocery bag, listing them off as she places them on Poppy’s arms.
“A large pack of Sour Patch Kids, an extra car charger, and a six pack of canned cold brew.”
Poppy hums in approval. “I don’t think I’d survive more than two hours in a car with you without coffee.”
“Oh, really? Because if I recall it correctly, last time we were in a car you seemed pretty comfortable with me,” she laughs and Poppy blushes furiously.
“God, must you always say things that will cause me a migraine?”
“You walked right into that one, Pops,” she barely dodges Poppy’s light punch. “Hey! No more violence, okay? Now let me help you with those bags. Your little bird arms won’t support all the weight.”
“My bird arms?” Poppy rolls her eyes again, but there’s an air of playfulness between them. It’s refreshing. “Just because you’re freakishly tall and strong doesn’t mean I’m weak.”
“I’m trying to be nice here, princess,” Bee smiles and Poppy feels her heart beat slightly faster. “Now, hand them to me so we can get going!”
Bee quickly packs both of their bags in the car trunk and it isn’t long before the two of them are sitting in the car.
“I’m really glad you’re coming with me,” Bee tells her before starting the car. Her tone is serious, maybe a little timid. Poppy isn’t used to seeing her like this. Bee is usually so playful and sure of herself, so this is different. Almost endearing. “I know… I know things are complicated. But I am glad that you’re here with me right now.”
She knows that Bee wants to say more. She knows that both of them should have a serious conversation eventually, to see where they stand and what’s going to happen next. But this is enough for now.
“I know,“ it’s all she says.
She wants to tell her that she’s glad too, that she is excited but also scared and confused. There’s so much she wants to say but can’t find the right words to do it yet. But Bee smiles at her, a genuine and beautiful smile, and Poppy thinks that maybe she understood the meaning behind her words.
So it’s okay. For now.
"Well then, let’s go!”
“Yeah, let’s go,” she whispers back as she pulls her seatbelt on.
“By the way,” Bee says casually, turning to Poppy as she stops at the redlight just before the turnoff to leave the street where their university campus is, “don’t you think this is how the best rom-coms start, Pop?”
She winks to let Poppy know she’s joking, and it eases some of the tension.
Poppy lets out an accidental snort. “In your dreams, maybe.”
Bee grins at her and turns the speakers on low to their playlist and places her coffee in the center console’s cup holder. She backs out, honking at a guy who tries to cut her off before she turns to Poppy.
“Okay, we need to come up with our background and shit.”
Poppy tilts her head to the side, squinting her eyes. “Huh?”
“You know,” Bee starts, making a left towards the freeway. They have a few hours ahead of traveling before they can stop for the night. “We need to figure out what we’re gonna say to my family.”
“You mean that you didn’t tell them we used to be mortal enemies and all?” Poppy asks sarcastically, pressing her forehead against the window.
“Used to? Aw, Pops, don’t tell me that we’re friends already!” she laughs.
“Shut up,” Poppy fights the urge to laugh too. This situation is so bizarre, but is it ever not when Bee is involved? “what did you want to tell them?”
Bee clicks her tongue, taking a drink of her coffee as she tries to think.
"Maybe we could tell them we’re dating,” she says wholly unaffected, skipping a song.
“Right. And when did we start dating?” Poppy asks, unsure why the words make her pulse pick up speed.
“Maybe at the Person to Watch gala?” Bee laughs.
“Mhmm. Did that happen before or after I kicked your ass at the fountain?” Poppy retorts.
Bee pretends to mull the possibility over, stepping on the gas again to continue driving. "After.“
"Then that means that our anniversary is coming up,” she teases.
What is happening? Is she seriously flirting with Bee right now? Openly flirting? Maybe she got a concussion.
Taking a moment to think, Bee bites her lip. She watches the cars pass her on her side, and she waves at a little boy in the backseat. He smiles wide at her, his front two teeth missing. It makes Poppy grin too, despite herself.
“Then we should go to the beach to celebrate. Maybe we could watch the fireworks,” Bee starts, careful and measured with her words in a way she’s never been. Poppy doesn’t know why this moment feels like it carries so much weight. When did the teasing fade and the conversation turned so serious? “I could find us a cute hotel near some good restaurants with plenty of menu options. We could have a good time.”
“Huh,” Poppy says quietly, kicking herself for feeling her body flush involuntarily.
Bee clears her throat and tries to ease the tension.
“I know. I’m the best fake girlfriend ever.” She flips her hair, making Poppy smile.
“Says the girl who ruined my dress with sunscreen.”
Bee laughs with reckless abandon, and Poppy can’t help but watch the way her curly brown hair blows in the wind and her dark eyes shine.
“That’s just our love language, Pops.”
Bee grins back at her. Neither of them have any idea what they’re about to get into.
The next three days should be fun.
“I’m hungry,” Poppy complains. “Let’s stop for lunch.”
Bee fights a smile.
“We’ve only been driving for less than two hours,” she reminds her. “Can’t you wait?”
“No,” she sighs. “Spending so much time with you it’s starting to take its toll on me. I might die if I don’t eat soon.”
“Oh, really? Is spending time with me that exhausting?” Bee laughs.
“Yes,” Poppy answers plainly. “And trust me, Hughes, you don’t want to see me in a bad mood. And being hungry definitely sours my mood.”
“Is that so? Are you telling me that the charming version of yourself I’ve gotten to know in the past two years was just you in a good mood?” as soon as the words leave her mouth, Poppy lightly punches her arm and Bee complains overdramatically. “Ow! Fine, fine. I hope another drive through is okay with you.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up and pick a place.”
“So demanding. I like it.”
They end up at yet another McDermots drive-thru because Bee wants to stick to their schedule so they can check-in at the bed and breakfast she picked, lie down and buy snacks for their drive tomorrow. They’re glad to be the only ones in line, and then their order is ready, Bee hands the woman at the window her card before Poppy has time to say anything.
“Hughes, I don’t need your charity—”
“I’m just practicing,” whispers.
Bee leans over, cutting her off with a quick kiss. She really needs to stop catching her off guard like this. “The whole fake girlfriend thing.”
(She tells herself it’s just Bee being Bee.)
Poppy’s heart stutters.
(It’s just Bee.)
She watches as Bee —who’s totally unfazed—turns back to the woman, smiling.
“She always gets mad at me for paying,” she says like it’s the easiest and most normal thing in the world. “We’ve been together since last year and every time she says—”
“I don’t need your charity!” Poppy repeats, disgruntled.
Bee points at her.
“—and every time she says that. Such a feisty one, this girl. You know how former trust fund babies are.”
The woman grins at them and hands them their food. “You two are just the cutest.”
Poppy rolls her eyes, turning her face towards the opposite window.
Bee laughs. “Oh, we know!”
Once they’re out of the driveway, Poppy looks at her with a frown.
Bee can sense it
“What’s wrong, Poptart?”
“What the hell was that?” she scowls, taking a sip of her frosty.
“Oh, you know. Just pretend,” Bee replies and plucks a fry from where the bag is sitting between them. "But seriously, we should come up with some kind of explanation.“
Poppy notices the change in Bee’s tone and shrugs uncomfortably. "What did you tell them?”
“Not much,” Bee says. “My older sisters are busy with their jobs so it’s not like they have the time to question me about my life. My parents are just happy that I went to my dream school, but my little sister…”
She trails off. Poppy looks at her suspiciously.
“What about her?”
“Luna is turning 17. She was really excited about me attending Belvoire, and she kept asking me all these questions. I think she might have read the T.”
“Oh,” it’s all Poppy says. She feels her cheeks redden in embarrassment, and it’s not the good kind.
No, it isn’t embarrassment. It’s shame. Shame that Bee’s family might know about everything she did to their daughter in the past two years. Shame that they’ll be able to see right through her. But why does she care so much? Why does she want to make a good impression? It makes no sense.
“Don’t worry,” Bee quickly adds when she notices her discomfort. “I told her I’m bringing a friend over.”
“Great,” she says. For a moment, a flash of hesitation paints Poppy’s eyes, as though she wanted to say something important, but it disappears in an instant leaving Bee wondering if it was ever really there. “Okay, then. I guess that we’re friends now.”
Bee smiles and reaches for her burger. She takes a big bite. “Yeah, so you’re going to play nice, right?”
“Shocking, you have no manners. Swallow your food first,” Poppy orders, lilting her voice to be purposefully condescending. “Then you can ask me again.”
“It’s hot when you tell me what to do,” Bee says cheekily, still chewing.
“It’s hot when you actually do what I say,” she snarks back.
“No thanks,” Bee replies easily, but she does finally clear her mouth of food. “I know you like it when I’m a brat.”
She winks. Poppy loses her breath. It’s concerning how warm she’s getting under her collar. She tries to change the subject.
“So does your little house have enough room for the both of us?”
Bee lets out a laugh. “Oh my god, Poppy. I was middle class! I had my own bedroom!”
She shrugs, grabbing some of Bee’s fries. “How was I supposed to know that?”
“Maybe if you had asked me anything about my life you would’ve known?” Bee retorts.
“I guess I’ll have to start asking you about your life, then.”
Bee chuckles, and Poppy ignores the way her heart pumps faster when she hears that carefree laugh.
She ignores how easily she could get used to this.
“I guess I’ll have to tell you, then.”
Tagging: @somewillwin (espero que este bien arrobarte, si te molesta solo decime y dejo de hacerlo 😚) @ownagef
OKAY im finally writing part 2 of the roadtrip AU and i think it will be a multi chapter fic bc theres no way i can write 13k words in one sitting lmfao. soooo i have no idea where im taking this exactly, i just have an overall storyline i want to follow but otherwise im pretty much fucked. im gonna wing this 🤪🤪
Anyways! if u want to get tagged when i post it (or in any future fanfics) please let me know! That’s it 😚
IARA I FINALLY READ IN SPITE OF ME AND AHHHH YOU'RE A GENIUS!!!
you are so so so talented oh my god, i'm completely in love with your bea because she gets shot down and poppy's like "damn i actually hurt her feelings 😔" BUT NO SHE'S JUST PREPPING FOR HER NEXT JOKE
you're amazing and ily and your writing 😭
omg you have no idea how much this means to me! you’re one of my favorite writers in the fandom so this is so 💝💞💕💘💖💗💓
im so glad you like bee lmao she is SUCH a dumbass and that’s basically what i wanted to show. she doesn’t give up and she only has like, 2 braincells on a good day.
thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a sweet comment 🥺🥺❤️ honestly!! and right back at you: you’re amazing and so talented and ohh my god i love your writing!! 😚😚
Just wanted to say I absolutely enjoy reading your poppy fanfics. Thank you for sharing them with us 🤍
awww anon!! how sweet! this made my day, thank you 🥺❤️
omg omg au idea…. poppy and bee are partners in crime and they’RE ON THE RUN
Hey in spite of me is really goood and i really liked it. Please make part 2 of it that roadtrip fanfic you're talking about please its a request.
aww thanks anon! im happy you liked it! i honestly wanna write a sequel, I’ll start working on it soon!
haha new fanfic idea? haha maybe a part two of In Spite Of Me? haha jk… haha UNLESS
part two of three for poppy weekend! enjoy~
a chanceful encounter reignites a long-lost flame.
Poppy grumbles under her breath as she watches her parents discuss the floor plans of their new resort along the edges of a mountainous area, uninterested. As the workers continued with the foundation, and designers speak with one another, Poppy finds herself heaving a big sigh before getting on her feet and walked towards the entrance of a nature reserve not far from the site.
Unbeknownst to this young heiress, was a cave about a mile away into the reserve. Even having walked through this place the few days she had tagged along; it was her first time discovering it. As she steps closer, Poppy becomes aware of a tug in her chest; a magnetic pull, a presence caressing along the edges of her consciousness to step further into this cave.
What she then witnesses, is beyond her wildest imaginations.
A brown coloured dragon, bearing a beautiful resemblance to the rich soil she walked on; its claws were glistening dangerously under the small amount of sunlight which barley makes into the cave. Its arms bear geometric patterns in warm gold, its fluttering light following the breathing of its owner. Its golden mane, a dirty gold, Poppy would even compare it to that of surfer boys in the East.
That had not been the surprising factor; Poppy was not afraid.
And her answer, will be in the form of this dragon rising from its slumber.
“A young maiden in front of a monstrous beast,” the dragon speaks. “What would you, pray tell, do with the knowledge of my existence before your very eyes?”
A moment of silence, before Poppy speaks again.
“My parents barely have time for me, it had always been, ever since I was young. I only came here because its summer break,” Poppy sighs, fiddling with her fingers. “But…what are you doing here?”
The dragon sighs. “I made this place, of course I would be here.”
“I have lived for over six thousand years,” the dragon huffs. “My power does not only limit to creating caves.”
“I would assume that you would be living somewhere higher up than…this,” Poppy gestures to their surroundings before crossing her arms. “Aren’t you afraid of getting discovered and you ending up all over the frontlines?”
The dragon chuckles, and it visibly becomes fully awake. “I have my ways, human.”
Its form is then bathed in a warm glow, dim enough to not attract any outside attention. Behind the tendrils of smoke which formed in the afterglow, pulled away to reveal a tall, slender but well-muscled woman. For someone napping in a cave hidden in this nature reserve, she was decked out in finery, silk blouse under a crisp suit; tailored pants which accentuated her contours of her legs.
The piercing gold of her eyes still remain. Shimmering, with curiousity and amusement.
The woman picks off her fringe with a gloved finger, a crooked smile tugging at the edge of her lips. “Do you understand what I mean now?”
“You look like any other rich sleazebag I’ve ever seen growing up, but much younger of course,” Poppy says. “Anyways, don’t show off like that without letting me know your name. Or else I’m gonna have to call you by god knows what ugly nickname.”
A flash of melancholy, the golden eyes dimmed. Calmer, reducing to warm yellows and orange of a sunset. Did Poppy say something wrong?
“Ah, how rude of me,” the woman chuckles, brushing off the sudden change in atmosphere. “Pleased to be of your acquaintance, Miss Min-Sinclair. I go by the name of Bea.”
Poppy’s hazel eyes widen. “H-How do you- “
“I would know of every family who holds important power in this country,” Bea says. “I believe I’ve already told you how long I’ve lived.”
“You didn’t give any indication that you knew me when I walked into this cave.”
Bea shakes her head, smiling, as she steps out into the sunlight. “Now that we have introductions cleared, I believe it’s about time for me to speak with your parents on building a resort and causing disruption to my private property.”
“What? Private property?” Poppy nearly misses her step as she catches up to Bea.
The taller woman turns on her heel, the predatory gaze returning.
“I own this plot, Poppy darling,” a growl. Poppy takes note of the small rumble at the end of the sentence. “And I take pride in my creations.”
Bea’s company building was situated near the heart of Manhattan; a massive contrast between the hustling streets and the quiet wildlife back in the reserve.
Poppy was escorted by the CEO herself to her office, the third highest floor of the building. The two higher ones would be the private restaurant and the swimming pool on the rooftop. The heiress was quick to notice that the interior design of the room was that of a rustic antique shop; the owner, of an age like fine wine and knowledge vaster than the great skies above their heads. There was also a distinct earthy smell, like walking between bookshelves in a library.
“This…” Poppy trails off.
“I take pride in how I present myself,” Bea walks over to a set of glass displays, running her gloved finger across the surface. “I hope it’s to your liking.”
Poppy walks to Bea’s side, admiring the geode collection. “I thought only nerds, spiritual wannabes and old people collected these?”
Bea raises an unamused eyebrow.
“What? Am I wrong?”
The gentlewoman then touches the shining orange rock on her earring. “I made one of them into an earring, long ago,” she then pauses to look at the mortal beside her. “Are you sure you’re alright staying here? Am I not taking you away from your parents for long?”
“Why would they worry about their quote-on-quote ‘princess’ if they’re willing to leave me here to get on your good side?”
Bea pours herself a glass of bourbon, before walking to the windows. “Make yourself comfortable, I need to collect my thoughts. It has been quite a field day.”
The dragon remembers. Two thousand years ago, when she had to bear the ultimate burden of witnessing and holding Poppy dying in her arms; crumbling into dust, onto the blood-soaked earth, slipping past her bloodstained and calloused fingers. The moment when Bea felt an invisible force tear through the bond, severing it, bearing herself to that indescribable pain.
She wanted to reply:
I recognised you. How could I ever forget you?
I still remember that year underneath the tree blooming with flowers, in front of our people, as we founded a new city together.
But I couldn’t tell you what I needed to before you perished.
My heart became immovable. I always pretended I was alright, had forgotten that even the mightiest gods would eventually have to face erosion eventually.
Later on, I brought our people away from war-stricken lands and rebuilt a new city, but I was afraid of forgetting you.
It’s alright now.
Bea slowly turns to look at the current incarnation of her beloved, who was scrolling through her phone on the couch in front of her desk.
I have you with me, both in person and in spirit. I finally can find peace and learn to forgive myself after so long.
In Spite Of Me (let’s drive)
Poppy Weekend Day 3: Future.
Tags: post-canon, fluff, possible roadtrip AU, ooc.
In the aftermath, Poppy has a lot of thinking to do. She never expected it to involve greasy cheeseburgers and car rides, but then again, nothing ever goes according to plan for her.
mandatory meme (i gotta stop doing this) but this is poppy after picking up a shift at mcdermots
I got spoiled…. I need more poppy content now shhshshsh
poppy weekend got me excited to post more poppy content 👉👈 HAHAHAHA im coming out with part twos of the things i wrote soon too
omg lets do a poppy week!! haha jk…. Haha UNLESS
ᐊ Chapter Three: Future
“At least we’re not dead,” Bea says after a while. “You’re not hurt, are you? That would really be a pain.”
“Your concern is heartwarming,” Poppy drawls. “I’m fine.”
“Good.” Bea shuffles closer, resting her chin on Poppy’s shoulder. “Because I think I’m concussed.”
“God, not again.”
blah blah unedited, you know the drill <3
A gift from the neighboring Clown Town to y’alls’ Poppy weekend thing
DO WITH IT WHAT YOU WILL I had neither the time or energy to color it so feel free if you want idc there’s a transparent version under the cut if you want GO HAVE FUN ❤😌 @somewillwin
Tags: post-canon, fluff, possible roadtrip AU, ooc.
In the aftermath, Poppy has a lot of thinking to do. She never expected it to involve greasy cheeseburgers and car rides, but then again, nothing ever goes according to plan for her.
“What the fuck was that?!” she yells at Bee the moment they’re alone after that disastrous graduation ceremony. The other girl looks at her with a surprised expression on her face.
It’s the first time Poppy has seen Bee show any kind of nervousness in front of her, and if the circumstances were any different, maybe she would take this opportunity to crush her once and for all. Right now, though, she doesn’t care about any of that. She just wants to know why.
“Listen, Poppy, I–”
“No!” she explodes. “You listen to me, Bee. I am so, so tired of you constantly trying to ruin my life! Wasn’t this entire year enough for you? Did you have to ruin my graduation too?!”
“I wasn’t trying to ruin anything! If you would just listen for five seconds–” Bee tries to plead with her, but it’s pointless. Poppy doesn’t care about her excuses.
Because that’s probably what they are. Excuses, lies and schemes. That’s all that Bee ever does… right? Right? Right.
“I said I don’t want to listen to you!!”
There’s a sea of rage and hurt directed towards the girl in front of her bubbling just under the surface of her thoughts, held barely at bay by the fact that she doesn’t want to have yet another meltdown in front of her.
They’re still in public. Anyone could hear her — or even worse, see her. She’s not risking it, not again. So, instead, she just grabs Bee’s arm with more pressure than she’d normally use and brings her face dangerously close towards hers.
Her mouth is moving before she can quite realize what she’s saying. “My whole family is fucking ruined and you just humiliated me in front of them,” she says harshly.
It’s a guilt-trip if she’s ever made one, and though it’s certainly not strictly Bee’s fault things are this bad, she knows Bee will feel responsible, because that’s just the kind of person she is. She knows it will hurt her.
Bee says nothing for a long moment, a stricken look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she finally replies.
All she has to say is a simple it’s not your fault to absolve Bee of her guilt. But she can’t do it. Part of her is holding onto the hurt like a dog with a bone, clutching it close in her teeth and refusing to let go. Why should she care how Bee feels, anyway?
Typical. It makes her feel a little gratified, even though she knows she shouldn’t. What a bitch move, Poppy.
Faced with a sullen wall of silence, Bee breaks easily. For a moment she opens her mouth as if to say something more. But the moment passes, and so Poppy turns, furiously, and leaves. She doesn’t bother looking back — probably because she knows she couldn’t handle looking at the expression on Bee’s face. As she makes her way back to her room, Poppy’s left with a profound sense of hollowness and no idea how to fix it.
Poppy closes her bedroom door so hard the glass on the windows shudder. She’s furious, frustrated, and above all fucking fried, and as soon as she rips the cord of the privacy blinds to close herself off from the rest of the world, she sinks into her floor and closes her eyes.
She feels a sudden swell of emotion, of feelings she’s kept locked down for years finally crashing into her like a wave all at once. None of this had to happen. And yet, it almost seems like it was inevitable. It feels as if every single thing Poppy has done since she was a child was to lead to the events of the last few months. Fateful steps on the path to her horrible destiny. Dominoes, falling into place. She feels hot tears beginning to form in her eyes, and there’s nothing she can do to stop them from falling.
It’s been a series of difficult weeks, one after another. Dealing with the aftermath of that disastrous night at the Apoidea ball only brought a succession of entirely new setbacks. The cherry on top of it all is the text conversation she’d endured with her father right after confronting Bee — a man of few emotions, namely disappointment and anger at her for “sullying [his] good reputation” — just a few minutes earlier. She can only be grateful he didn’t call, because the last thing she wants to do is give him the satisfaction of hearing her finally break.
What she really wants is to pack all her things, move to an entirely new place and never see anyone again.
Especially not Bee Hughes.
It’s her fault that things are the way they are. She ruined everything. And that little stunt she pulled at the graduation ceremony – what the hell was that? Was she just trying to humiliate her one last time in front of literally everyone she knows?
What the hell was Bee thinking, grabbing her and kissing her like that?
The more she thinks about it, the more Poppy feels like punching someone. That girl has been the bane of her existence for two years. She’s done nothing but antagonize her, steal her friends (and sleep with them!) and ruin her every chance at success. It makes Poppy’s blood boil.
She hates her. She really, really does.
So why can’t she stop thinking about what Bee said? ‘It’s always been you’. How fucking ridiculous. When she heard those words, she wanted to die. Or maybe kill Bee instead. Yeah, she definitely wanted to kill her.
Never in her entire life she’s felt more insulted, more humiliated, more relieved…
Wait. Relieved? Why did she feel relieved?! That doesn’t make any sense—
“Ugh” she groans, raking a hand through her hair.
She feels more tears slip free as she stands up and goes to sit in front of her vanity. Her cheeks and nose are red, and her mascara is a mess. She is a mess. She can’t even begin to figure out her own emotions, for fuck’s sake!
It’s all Bee’s fault. It’s always her fault.
Poppy hates her. She hates her so much, she’s made sure that Bee knows it as well. So why–
No. She’s not doing this again. She’s not entertaining any of this. Poppy refuses to even give Bee the privilege of thinking about her, so she decides she’ll do what she does best: push her thoughts to the back of her brain and pretend everything is under control.
Of course, it doesn’t work. She thinks that the universe must truly hate her. It must be, there’s no other possible explanation.
Because not even ten minutes later, there’s a knock on her door.
“What the hell are you doing here?!“ she screams at Bee when she lets herself into her room. How on brand for her, not even bothering to wait until Poppy lets her in. "I thought I made it clear that I don’t want to see you anymore.”
Bee winces a little. If Poppy weren’t so upset, she’d probably smirk at that. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just wanted to talk.”
“Are you a fucking masochist or something?” Poppy looks at her incredulously. “Do you like it when I yell at you?”
“Well, I think you already know the answer to that question,” she laughs. It makes Poppy’s blood boil. She grabs a pillow and throws it at Bee with all the strength she can muster. “Hey! That wasn’t nice!”
“Did you only come here to make fun of me? Because I have other things to do, Farmsville. And I really don’t feel like dealing with you anymore than I already have,” she grunts.
“I really doubt you have any other plans—”
“Hughes!” Poppy interrupts her, threatening her with another pillow. Bee lifts her hands in surrender.
“Alright, alright! Don’t hit me!” she sighs, approaching Poppy with timid steps. She stops a little short before reaching her vanity. “I wanted to talk about what happened during my speech.”
“Oh, now you want to talk about it? How fucking generous of you!”
“I’m sorry! I thought— I thought it would be a nice gesture!”
Poppy looks at her as if Bee’s just grown a second head.
“What?” she laughs dryly. “You thought it would be a ‘nice’ gesture? You must be even more stupid than I thought.”
Bee shrugs uncomfortably. It only upsets her more.
“I dunno,” she whispers as if she’s some idiotic brainless moron. Poppy decides that maybe she is.
“What did you think would happen?” Poppy pinches the bridge of her nose, exhausted. "Did you think I’d run into your arms and we would ride off into the sunset together?! Did you think I’d introduce you to my parents as my what, Bee? My girlfriend?”
Uh oh. Word vomit. It’s too late to stop it, though. So she keeps ranting, she goes on and on. Bee just looks at her, slightly amused. Poppy is too angry to notice, but if she did, she’d definitely wipe that smile off Bee’s face.
“Did you think I’d be like ‘hi mom and dad! Remember Bee? The girl who stole literally everything from me? Well… we’re dating now! Her graduation speech was just so moving that I decided to forget everything she’s done to me in the last two years!” she’s full on screaming now. She probably sounds like an angry chihuahua, but she couldn’t care less at this point. “Is that what you thought was going to happen? You’re fucking deluded.”
There’s a beat of silence between them before Bee finally speaks.
“No, I mean… I thought we would wait at least a few months before the whole process of formally meeting the in-laws and all. I did think that maybe we could adopt two cats or something,” Poppy throws another pillow with full force and it lands right into Bee’s face. “Hey!! Fine, fine! Just one cat, then! But.. now that you mention it, riding off into the sunset together doesn’t sound too bad. We should probably find a horse first, though.”
Is she… joking, right now? Seriously?!
This girl. She wants to kill her with her bare hands. It takes everything in her not to grab her by her hair and drag her out the door. Maybe she should get a meditation app installed on her phone before she ends up going to prison for first degree murder.
“I cant believe you!! Did you think it was funny?! You humiliated me for no reason, then?!”
“No!!” Bee shouts and sits down next to her on the bed. "I meant it! I meant everything I said back then!”
Poppy grabs her by the collar and brings their faces dangerously close. Their noses are almost touching. Poppy’s cheeks are even redder. It’s probably the anger… right?
“Then what was your fucking plan?!”
“I-I don’t know! I thought that maybe…”
There’s a hint of sadness on Bee’s face when she notices Poppy’s tear stained cheeks. She tries to bring her hand to Poppy’s face to wipe away the tears, but Poppy swats it away.
“Maybe what, Farmsville?” she repeats the question, her voice dangerously low.
Bee flinches slightly. “Maybe we could start by having dinner together!!”
“Are you insane?!”
“Do you have any other plans?” Bee retorts. Poppy hates how right Bee is – she doesn’t have anything else to do. But she’ll drop dead before admitting that out loud to her of all people.
Bee must be out of her mind if she thinks that Poppy is ever going to agree to go on a fucking date with her. Is she insane? She must be, if she thought that showing up uninvited to her room would work. It’s not like Poppy is actually considering going out with her— no. She wouldn’t do that. She won’t do that.
“Out. I want you out of my room, right fucking now.”
“What?” Bee seems genuinely shocked at her words.
“Oh, you heard me, cornhusker. Get out of my sight before I murder you,” and, to emphasize her words, she lifts one perfectly manicured finger and points at the door.
Bee sighs dejectedly but tries to mask it off with a playful smile. “Fine, I’ll text you later?”
“No. In fact, delete my contact. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
Poppy thinks that the heartbroken expression Bee is making right now is the most infuriating thing in the entire world. How can she still have the nerve to pretend to care about her?! How long is she going to keep this stupid façade up?!
Either way, her sad expression quickly melts into a mischievous grin. Poppy might hate her even more now.
“You say that now, Poptart, but we both know you can’t stay away from me,” Bee laughs, ducking just in time to avoid getting whacked by another pillow. “Alright! Enough with the violence, will you?”
“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
When Bee closes the door behind her —that infuriating smile still plastered on her face—, Poppy lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Well, that’s over with, it seems.
Now, finally, it’s just her and her thoughts.
One thing about graduating, Poppy decides, is that it gives you a lot of free time to think. For the first time in two years (or more, if she’s being completely honest), she has enough time to reflect on her past choices. She doesn’t have to worry about unmasking X or getting accepted into Apoidea or beating Bee anymore. She can finally lay down, close her eyes and think. She’s not sure if it’s a good thing or not, because thinking usually leads to realization and realization can be messy and complicated and hard.
Either way, she can’t stop thinking. Hours after the graduation ceremony has ended, Poppy finds herself laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. The last two years keep replaying in her mind, as if they had become a twisted cinematic rendition of her own failures.
And as fucked up as that is, it helps her notice some things. She notices that maybe she doesn’t have a right to be angry. At least not with Chloe and Veronica. Maybe even Carter as well. Maybe, it’s them who deserves an apology from her. She knows she should let it all go. Let the pain and the anger go. It’s something she’s been thinking about at night ever since she lost to Bee at the Apoidea ball, and she’s surprised to find how much more… at peace it makes her feel.
As for Bee, well. She can’t seem to stay mad at her for too long, somehow. She’s almost, almost impressed that she and Zoey even pulled all of this off. But then again, Poppy’s always figured that Bee has a fire in her, underneath that bright, dorky demeanour. Ever since she first laid eyes on her.
It’s conflicting, really. A part of her is so hung up on blaming her for everything that happened. She wants to stay mad at her. She wants to want to hate her.
But… she also wonders if she was being serious about what she said. She kind of regrets kicking her out, but… being with Bee is so exhausting! Poppy doesn’t know if she wants to murder her or laugh along with her jokes every time she speaks.
Stupid Bee. Who the hell does she think she is, anyways? Just thinking about her stupid smug smile as she left her room is enough to piss her off all over again. Stupid, stupid Bee.
“She’s the most insufferable person I’ve ever met,” she grunts as she picks up her phone and dials Bee’s number.
Fuck. She is so, so fucked.
“Hello? Who is this?” she can hear Bee’s stupid voice on the other end of the line.
Poppy rolls her eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t have my number saved.”
“I thought you wanted me to like, remove you entirely from my life and all. Starting with deleting your number.”
“Shut up. Where did you want to go?”
Poppy groans. How dense can this girl be?
“To get dinner, you absolute half-wit.”
“Poppy Min-Sinclair, are you saying that you’ll go on a date with me? Paint me shocked!”
Poppy almost wants to laugh. Almost.
“Don’t make me regret my decision before this dumb date even starts.”
“You’re making me the happiest woman in the world! I knew you’d come around.”
“I’ve been told it’s what makes me so charming,” she chuckles. “Pick you up in 20?”
“Be one minute late and I’ll murder you personally.”
“I love it when you talk sweet murder to me.”
True to her word, Bee shows up at her room (again) exactly twenty minutes later. Poppy notices that her curly brown hair is wet, and the red on her cheeks tells her that she literally ran all the way to the Zeta house. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought of Bee rushing to get there in time.
“Would it have killed you to wear something decent?” Poppy groans, taking in the rest of Bee’s appearance. She’s wearing a plain green hoodie, jeans and sneakers. Distasteful as usual.
“Aw, Pop, did you want me to dress up for you?” she smiles and Poppy rolls her eyes, stepping aside so Bee can walk into the room. “Sorry about that, can’t really run in heels, y’know? I was threatened with murder if I didn’t make it in time.”
“Where did you even want to go?” Poppy asks, ignoring Bee’s remarks. “You better take me somewhere good or this won’t happen again.”
“I think I’ve heard you say that befo—” one murderous look from Poppy is enough to shut her up. Bee smiles and opens her mouth again. “Don’t worry, Poppy. I’m sure you’ll be lovin’ it in no time.”
Poppy squints her eyes, a little suspicious. After a few seconds, she sighs and says: “Fine. Let’s go.”
Bee opens the door for her with an irritatingly goofy smile on her face. “After you. You look really pretty, by the way.”
“I know,” Poppy replies. She makes a point of turning her head to the side so Bee won’t notice her blushing.
Bee’s car is neater than she had expected it to be. Her music taste, however, is not. Poppy can tell that the girl is nervous, especially by the way she turns up her music to drawn out the awkwardness. For all the bravery she displayed earlier in the day, she seems on edge right now, as if she hadn’t planned this far ahead. Poppy notices that Bee’s voice is slightly trembling when she clears her throat to speak.
“So, what kind of music do you like?” she tries to ask casually, but her voice comes out slightly more high pitched than usual.
“Hm? Why do you care?”
“This is supposed to be a date, isn’t it?” Bee laughs. “I thought the whole purpose of going on a date is getting to know each other.”
“So you know me well enough to expose my private conversations to the T but not to know my music taste,” Poppy says sharply. The dejected look on Bee’s face makes her regret it immediately.
“Come on, I don’t want to fight today. Not right now,” she whispers.
Poppy sighs (for what feels like the tenth time this day) and presses her forehead against the window glass.
“I like pop songs,” she says, not looking at anything in particular. “I started listening to K-pop a while ago and I like it.”
“Oh! Zoey made me listen to a few songs sometime ago. I really liked it too!“ she smiles, looking genuinely happy. Poppy hates the warm feeling that’s spreading across her chest.
"Are you really not going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks her.
Bee shakes her head, clearly amused.
From her place at the passenger seat, Poppy has a really good view of Bee’s features. It’s the first time that she truly pays attention to her, taking advantage of the fact that Bee’s eyes are glued to the road and she can’t really notice her staring.
Curly brown hair frames a soft looking face. Her long eyelashes make her eyes look bright and shiny, and her golden earrings complement her brown skin tone. Beautiful, Poppy thinks. Bee is beautiful. She lets herself admit it for the first time since she’s met her.
“Is there something on my face?” Bee asks her, smiling.
“Just thinking about how much I hate it,” she lies. Bee doesn’t say anything, and they slip into a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride.
It’s only when Poppy notices the backlit McDermots’ drive-through menu that she breaks the silence.
“Fast food? Really?” she says, fighting off the urge to roll her eyes again. “Why did I think that you’d actually pick somewhere nice?”
"Hush. This isn’t our final destination, Satan,” the nickname earns her a light punch on the shoulder. “Ow! Come on, just tell me your order and quit complaining.”
Bee and her order, and soon they’ve got a takeout bag full of cheeseburgers, fries and chicken nuggets resting on Poppy’s lap.
“Where are we going now?” she asks, trying to sound uninterested. Apparently it doesn’t work, because Bee gives her one of her shy smiles that make Poppy’s heart beat faster.
“I know just the place to enjoy this.”
After a short drive, they’re parked at the top of a hill overlooking the city. Poppy checks her phone. It’s almost midnight, but the city is still aglitter in lights.
Having been raised in New York, sometimes it’s easier for her to forget how beautiful the city truly is. She wonders what it must look like to Bee. Does she like it here? Would she rather go back to Farmsville?
“So this isn’t entirely awful, Hughes. I have to say, I’m impressed.”
“It’s a good view, isn’t it?” she asks dreamily. “I don’t come here often, but I always love it whenever I do.”
Bee reaches for the takeout bag and takes two cheeseburgers, handing one to Poppy. The two of them quietly dig in, enjoying the taste of greasy food and large sodas.
“I haven’t had a cheeseburger in so long,” Poppy admits. She doesn’t know why she says it, but the look Bee gives her urges her to continue talking. “I missed how good they taste.”
“They’re great, aren’t they?” Bee laughs, plopping a handful of fries into her mouth. “There used to be this small restaurant near my house. They made the best cheeseburgers ever, I swear. My friends and I used to flirt with the cute cashier to get free food. So, so good.”
Poppy laughs despite herself. “How on brand for you, getting handouts.”
There’s no true vitriol in her words, and that surprises her. Eating with Bee, looking at the city… it almost makes her feel comfortable. It scares her how quickly she could get used to it.
They fall silent once again, gazing out at the stars while the radio plays softly from the car speakers.
“So,” it’s actually Poppy who breaks the silence. She keeps surprising herself tonight. “What are you going to do now?”
“You mean, now that we’ve graduated?” Bee asks. Poppy nods wordlessly. “I don’t know. I think I might go visit my sisters. I was thinking I could drive all the way there.”
“Isn’t it a pretty long drive?”
“Yeah, but I’ve always loved a good roadtrip,” Bee shrugs.
“Huh,” she doesn’t say anything besides that.
“What about you?” Bee asks her, and for the first time in this conversation she’s looking at her. Really looking at her. And it makes Poppy feel something she doesn’t quite understand.
She considers ignoring the question, but something about the way Bee’s eyes are fixed on her compels her to say the truth.
“I guess I should probably start looking for a job.”
“Things are that bad, huh?” she asks with genuine concern in her voice.
“No, it’s just—” she sighs, not knowing if she should keep talking. Bee looks at her patiently, and Poppy opens her mouth again. “I decided I want to try making my own money. I don’t want to depend on Piers anymore.”
Bee smiles reassuringly when she looks away, embarrassed. Its a rare display of vulnerability, and it makes her feel uncomfortable. She’s not used to opening up to anyone.
“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Are you going to start job hunting right away?” Bee asks, handing her some chicken nuggets.
“I think so. I don’t know if I’ll be able to land any good jobs without using his connections, but…” she trails off.
“We all gotta start somewhere, right?” Bee smiles. It’s contagious, and Poppy finds herself smiling too. She hides it by placing her hand on her face, but she thinks Bee must’ve seen it anyways.
It surprises to realize that she doesn’t care if she did.
“So how do you see yourself applying for a job at McDermots? Maybe you could get me free cheeseburgers,” Bee jokes.
“Shut up, Hughes. Even if I got a job at McDermots, I wouldn’t give you anything for free.”
Bee laughs breezily. “You’re so easy to irritate.”
“Please. You know it gets a lot more than just that to irritate me.”
“Trust me, I do.”
There’s an air of familiarity here that there wasn’t before. Bee has a crooked grin on her face and her tone is light, teasing but not malicious.
“Maybe I could try flirting with the drive-through employee and get us free food next time.”
The implication about who exactly she means by us is pretty clear. And Poppy, too, is awed that she has opened up to Bee about her family struggles like this. Poppy, who is loath to let anyone know she’s hurting until she’s way past the breaking point, who just grits her teeth and pushes through no matter what. Poppy, who once would’ve laughed in your face if you told her she’d be eating greasy fast food with Bee one day.
“Mm. Maybe,” she whispers. Bee smiles shyly.
“So. What was Poppy Min-Sinclair as a child?” she asks with genuine curiosity.
“Are we doing the whole childhood backstory thing now?” Poppy raises an eyebrow.
“Boo! Don’t ruin it! It’s going so well!” she pouts.
“Ugh, fine. I’ll tell you.”
Conversation flows easily between the two of them, and the minutes slide into hours. They tell each other about their childhoods, their families, their friends. Bee tells her about her life in Farmsville, about her sisters and how they used to get into trouble together. Poppy is shocked to realize how at ease she feels, perhaps more than she’s been in a long, long time.
“—and then I just destroyed her doll house. Maybe it was overkill, but that’s how I became the most respected kid in the entire classroom,” Poppy says smugly.
Bee throws her head back and laughs, loud and bright. It almost puts a fond smile on Poppy’s face and a soft feeling in her chest.
“That sounds… exactly like something you’d do,” she admits, still laughing. “For some reason I can’t picture small Poppy being any different than grown-up Poppy.”
“Once a baddie, always a baddie…” Poppy smiles.
“Y’know, being here right now makes me wonder why we didn’t do this sooner” Bee says after a small silence.
Poppy looks at her with an entertained look in her eyes. “Because we were trying to ruin each other?”
“I mean, yeah,” Bee nudges Poppy’s shoulder gently. “I kinda regret it now, y’know? I told you that we had more fun being enemies than we could’ve had if we had been friends. I’m starting to think I was wrong.”
Poppy doesn’t say anything. Everything is so confusing to her right now, but she knows that this moment they’re having is fragile. She doesn’t want to break it. For the first time in her life, she decides to stop overthinking for just a moment and just enjoy herself.
Bee’s eyes dart to her lips, making her smile. Poppy doesn’t know who leans in closer first, but next thing she knows, she’s unconsciously running her thumb over Bee’s lower lip. She can feel Bee’s breath hitching as she closes her eyes.
Bee closes the distance between them, kissing her softly. It’s the first time that they share a kiss like this one— one that isn’t furious, or desperate, or hungry. It’s slow and deliberate and oh so sweet.
Poppy grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer, their bodies bumping against the stick shift of Bee’s car.
But like every other good thing in her life, the moment is over too soon. Eventually they have to part for air, but the look of absolute adoration that Bee gives her makes Poppy think that maybe there was some truth in her words at the graduation ceremony.
It confuses her. It’s a feeling she’s not used to experiencing… but maybe it’s not a bad one.
“It’s getting late,” Bee tells her, brushing some blonde hair aside from her forehead. “Maybe we should get going.”
Poppy purses her lips… then quietly nods.
The ride home was pleasant but silent. None of them talked about what happened, not even after Bee smiled at her and wished her goodnight.
They don’t see each other for two entire days after that. It’s not on like Poppy is avoiding Bee on purpose, it’s just…
She has a lot of thinking to do. She’s busy vacating her room and moving her things back to her parents’ penthouse, and thanks to an update on Zoey’s instagram, she knows that Bee is also packing her things to move out of her dorm.
No matter what Poppy does, though, she can’t concentrate on anything without her mind immediately jumping back to Bee’s car.
She’s been thinking about that night. And she’d been thinking about what she said. What Bee said.
‘It’s always been you.’
Bee. She’s been thinking about Bee. A lot.
She never could’ve said what exactly came over her that fateful day when Bee first arrived to Belvoire, what had drawn her eye to Bee Hughes. Was it the way her fresh-faced innocence rolled off of her in waves, alluring despite her atrocious clothes and wild mess of curly hair? Was it just the curiosity of an alpha looking for a new pet, or what?
Bee was fresh blood. But what made her any different from the others? She’s not the first transfer student she’s met. So why, why, why was Poppy’s first thought upon seeing her that she was special?
Poppy feels like a stranger looking into her own mind. Numbly she flips through the memories, examines each moment like she’s putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about who she is. But you should worry about who I am. (That’s the first one.) I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this body in those cheap backwoods rags. (Sometimes it still startles her how pretty Bee is.) How dare she take away my friends. (She raised her up from nothing. She put her in the map. All Bee has now is only because Poppy gave her the privilege of acknowledging her existence. How dare she. How dare she— )
When it all falls into place Poppy feels rubbed raw, exposed, even though some part of her has always known who she really is. The signs had always been there. She just never wanted to see them.
But finally it makes sense why she’d never felt anything for the guys she dated, why kissing them always started with a tightening in her chest and a slight flinch she learned to suppress. Finally it makes sense why Carter could never satisfy her, why even Bradley left her feeling more muddled than anything else. Finally it makes sense why seeing Bee flirting with Carter (or Chloe. Or Veronica. Or Selene.) had left her fuming and filled with rage. She was never jealous of Bee. None of that bullshit anger was because Bee was after the boy she used to date and still considered hers. Actually, she was jealous of Carter. And Chloe. And Veronica. And Selene. And even that goddamn Professor Kingsley, who despite saying that nothing happened between them, Bee still seemed to care a lot about her.
It’s like the ground has been ripped out from under her feet, yet Poppy is trying her damned best to pretend nothing’s changed.
It doesn’t really work.
It doesn’t help that she’s meeting up with Chloe for lunch the next day to celebrate having moved out of the Zeta house, and she’ll have to function normally around her somehow. Chloe is telling her something about her upcoming trip to Belize, but Poppy can’t stop thinking about how soft Bee’s lips felt against her own and how silky her hair felt curled against her fingers and okay, cool, now she’s completely missed what Chloe has just said.
“Earth to Poppyyy,” Chloe drawls, waving a hand in front of her face.
Poppy blinks. Shit. “Uh— what was that?”
“I was just asking you if you heard anything from Bee lately. Apparently she’s going back to Farmsville tomorrow.”
“What?!” Poppy gasps before she can’t stop it.
“Uhm, yeah,” Chloe says, awkwardly. “Look at her instagram page.”
Poppy takes Chloe’s phone and, sure enough, there’s a post showing a smiling Bee packing her things into her car. The caption reads: ‘it’s good to go back home.’
“Oh,” is all she says. She feels her heart sink.
“Poppy, are you okay…?” Chloe asks her, genuine concern in her voice.
She must look truly devastated right now if even Chloe is able to tell that something’s off. But, well. Like hell is Poppy going to tell her about this. Not until Poppy figures it out herself, at least.
“Actually, I have to go. There’s something I have to do,” she stands up. Chloe looks at her confusedly, and Poppy gives her an uncertain smile. “We’re okay, Chloe. Don’t worry.”
That makes Chloe smile again. Poppy feels glad, deep down. Maybe they can still be friends, after all. “Okay, then. I’ll call you later?”
It’s more of a question rather than an affirmation, and Poppy feels almost guilty that Chloe still has the need to ask her for permission. That’s something she’ll have to fix later, she resolves.
“Sure. Have fun in Belize, Chlo.”
She runs to Bee’s room as fast as her stilettos will let her. She realizes it’s ridiculous— the Poppy Min-Sinclair running to her former nemesis’ dorm in hopes to make it in time.
She decides that she no longer cares.
When she gets there, though, she’s completely out of breath. Her feet are killing her and she probably looks like a total mess, but that doesn’t stop her from knocking on the door incessantly.
“I said we’ll have the room vacated in less than an hour, geez!” she hears Zoey yell from the other side of the door. She keeps knocking. “Oh my god, did you not hear what I’ve just— oh. Poppy.”
To her shock, Zoey doesn’t look that surprised to see her.
“Where’s— where’s Bee?” Poppy manages to ask between labored breaths. Maybe running across campus wasn’t such a good idea. “I need to talk to her.”
Zoey raises an eyebrow. “Did you run all the way here?”
“Yes,” Poppy admits. There’s no point in lying now. Not after everything that went down.
Zoey smiles. “I’ll call her.”
Poppy follows her inside, and her mind is transported to the only other time she was there. Her thoughts dart to Bee and her making out in the living room, and Bee’s laughter after Poppy pushed her against the kitchen counter.
The real Bee now standing in front of her starts laughing for real, too, and it snaps Poppy out of her reminiscence.
“Poppy? What are you doing here?” she asks, amused. Something tells Poppy that Bee already knows the answer to that question.
“We need to talk,” she says firmly.
Zoey gives them one last knowing smile before shaking her head and giving them some privacy. Once she’s made sure that Zoey’s locked the door behind her, Bee gently takes her by the arm and makes her sit on the sofa.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asks, feigning innocence and offering Poppy a glass of water.
She takes a sip, thinking about her next words carefully. She didn’t plan this far ahead.
Poppy Min-Sinclair is not a person who minces words. At least in the sense that almost everything she says is clear in its intent to her own mind. She can talk circles around her classmates and even most of their professors, nudge and pull the conversation along without ever losing the thread of her purpose. At her best, it makes her sharp, honest, pragmatic. At her worst, it makes her downright cruel. It’s not often that she finds her mind running through ways to avoid what it is that she wants to say before she’s even opened her mouth.
But here, here she leads with: “So. I’ve been thinking about some stuff.”
Which may be one of the vaguest things she’s ever said in recent memory. And she almost just leaves it at that. Which is ridiculous, but it’s like her mind has gone completely blank.
“And?” Bee prompts at last, raising an eyebrow.
Poppy bites her lip, but she knows she’ll have to spit it out eventually. She can’t just randomly ask to talk to Bee after literally barging into her dorm and then run away with no explanation whatsoever.
She takes in a breath. Lets it out, long and slow.
“Is it true that you’re going back to Farmsville tomorrow?” she finally asks.
Bee’s eyes widen. “Oh,” she manages. “Yes, it’s true.”
There’s a painfully long pause. Poppy pushes through, something like adrenaline running through her veins, knowing that she might never get it all out if she hesitates any more right now. “Don’t go.”
Another moment of silence. Then:
“Oh my god.” Bee lets out a short, sharp noise that might almost be a laugh. “Poppy Min-Sinclair, my sworn enemy, is asking me not to leave. Oh my god.”
It takes a second for her words to register with Poppy, for them to cut through the pounding of her heart, and she blushes fiercely. It takes all of her willpower to prevent herself from pouting and shouting hysterically.
“Is that all you have to say?!”
“You liar!” Bee marvels. “I thought you said you didn’t want to see me ever again.”
Poppy frowns, at a loss for words. Is this seriously happening right now? Was it a mistake coming here, after all?
Just when she’s thinking about getting up and running away to hide in a cave, Bee breaks into a sunshine smile. She offers up a hand to help her up, and Poppy takes it hesitantly.
“I’m not moving back to Farmsville, dummy,” she whispers.
Poppy can feel the relief spreading throughout her body. “Oh.”
“It’s my little sister’s birthday next week. I’m just going to surprise her.”
“Oh,” she repeats.
“This was really sweet, though. Maybe even better than my impromptu speech at the graduation ceremony,” Bee laughs. Poppy wants to die of embarrassment. “I didn’t know that you had it in you, Pops.”
Her cheeks are on fire right now. She’s never felt more stupid in her entire life. Now Bee has seen her at her most vulnerable! How humiliating is that? She feels like locking herself up in her new room and not leaving until she’s sure that Bee and Zoey have forgotten about this entire incident.
She can sense that Bee is looking at her, for a long, long moment. But Poppy can’t meet her eyes.
Finally, Bee says, carefully, “Y’know, you could come with me, Poptart.”
The use of that nickname tugs on Poppy’s heart a little, and Bee smiles at her sweetly. Poppy finally looks up to meet Bee’s gaze, and is startled by the sheer intensity of the care in her eyes. It makes Poppy want to cry.
“What?” she whispers.
Bee pauses. Hesitates for a moment. Then, slowly, she leans in fully and wraps her arms around Poppy. In this completely un-Poppy fashion, she timidly embraces her back.
“I could use the company,” Bee says against her ear softly.
All pretenses gone, Poppy rests her head against Bee’s shoulder and smiles.
“Okay. I’ll come with you.”
sooo! here it is! maybe I’ll write a part 2 for this one and finally make my roadtrip AU an actual fanfic.
I wrote this in one day and I didn’t proofread it because I was scared of not making it in time, so I apologize for any typos you might see. also i dont know anything abt NYC’s geography so lets pretend that there are hilltops over there, okay? 😀
I know its ooc as hell, but this is the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever written and I don’t entirely hate it lmao. Writing Poppy’s personality has been a huge challenge, I don’t think I did a great job at it but I also feel like it could’ve been a lot worse than this. Either way, I think I earned a nap after this lololol
Anyways. Participating in this Poppy Weekend was so much fun. You guys are so, so talented. This fandom is full of incredibly creative people. Thank you so much to everyone who’s tagged me in their post and to all of you who’ve left nice comments under my fanfics. I literally live for your tags, I mean it. Thank you!