•day 1/3•
When Poppy woke up there was commotion in her house. She rolled out of bed and put on her robe as she exited her room. The three boys were in the kitchen, making and preparing breakfast. Her jaw dropped. "W-Wha-"
"Poppy!" George and Nick exclaimed together. George brought her into a tight hug and she stiffened. Nick patted her shoulder.
"Huh?" She began. "I thought you didn't come until tomorrow! How did you get in my house?"
Dream deadpanned her. He reached into his pocket and held up his keys, shaking them. Of course he had a spare to her house. Poppy was still in shock at the two boys being there. "Surprise," Nick laughed.
"Jesus I probably look like shit let me go change," Poppy quickly exclaimed, running back to her bedroom and getting dressed. She sat still on her bed although she was finished.
A knock was at her door and she told whoever to come in. George gently opened the door with two juice boxes in his hand. He closed the door behind him, sitting on her bed and handing her a juice box. Poppy kissed him and smiled. "What's up?"
"Can we talk about the fight? I just wanna apologize face to face," He shrugged, opening his juice box. Poppy nodded. "I'm truly sorry. I don't wanna fight again."
"Me too," Poppy said, popping a hole in her juice box. "Something has to be done though, we both know that."
"Well until we figure it out, can we promise not to fight?" He asked. Poppy raised her pink finger and he smiled wrapping it around his own. "You know you can never break a pinky promise."
"I know. That's why I'm doing one."
•TWITTER•
george [georgenotfound]
jooce
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poppy [twpoppy]
...sauce. little bitta dressing.
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dream [dreamwastaken]
...ice.
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sapnap [twsapnap]
...wRIST. LITTLE BITTA FLEXIN.
•IRL•
George and Poppy cuddled while Clay and Nick mocked them. "DrEaM dO yOu wAnnA cUdDLe wIth mE wHiLe wE WaTcH tHe mOviE," Nick laughed. Clay then looked at him, making straight eye contact.
"Yes," He said straightforwardly. Nick's face dropped a pink blush spread across his face. He was cringing. The rest of us laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Clay yelled. "No homo."
Poppy yawned, trying her best not to show, but George had seen it. "Hey, I think my girl needs some rest," George said, mostly just to her. She shook her head.
"I'm not tired."
"Well that contradicts the yawn."
"Still not tired," She protested, folding her arms. George swiftly picked her up and she let out a yelp. Clay let out a groan and handed Nick a dollar. "Are you guys betting on us?"
"Yeah," Nick said, not phased. He pocketed the money and smiled up at the two. "Have a good sleep."
Clay shot them a weak one finger salute before turning back to Nick. "You sure you don't wanna come cuddle with me?"
George and Poppy left the room as it filled with yells and laughter. The man set the girl down on her bed. She stood up, but her grabbed her waist to pull her back to him. It was a little too much force, though, as they were now in the position of Poppy sitting right on George's lap.
Poppy stood up and he very quickly apologized. She turned around and kissed him on the nose. He smiled, a very awkward blush reddening his face. She found it cute.
Once the two had finished getting ready for bed and saying goodbye to Clay and Nick, they retired to the girl's bedroom.
There was nothing better than being entangled with George's body again, getting to hear his breathing and feel the warmth of his skin. Although George had fallen asleep, Poppy stayed up to admire the way the moonlight from her window hit his face.
She wanted time to last forever. She didn't want to miss a single thing about him. So she stayed up, watching him ever so lovingly.
•day 2/3•
The day was quick paced and perfectly planned by Poppy. She and Clay toured the two boys around Orlando before handing them VIP tickets to Disneyworld. Poppy wished she had a camera to show their faces when they brought them out.
Poppy loved being there with the group, but she began to fall behind, tired. "Are you alright?" George asked, quiet enough for only her to hear.
"I'm fine," She smiled. Trying change the subject she pointing at Expedition Everest. "Hey guys, let's ride that one!"
George held her hand in the line, gently rubbing it with his thumb. He'd shoot her a half hearted grin every now and then. She'd smile back before returning her emotions to herself.
Poppy and George sat in front of the boys as they poked at them. The cart was making a steady incline and Poppy held George's hand. As they continued up, Poppy noticed that the railing was curved and broken. The group looked confused.
"Wait, what the fu-" Poppy started before screaming at the feeling over her cart shooting her backwards. Everyone on the train was screaming as they plummeted backwards through the darkness. She held George's hand tighter, as did he.
•
The four sat down at table, sighing. It was near the end of their Disney trip and Poppy could hardly keep her eyes open. Everything was so funny but so exhausting at the same time. The group had figured out she was sleep deprived, but they didn't want to push her buttons.
The girl felt a hand shaking her. "Wha- Huh?" She mumbled, opening her eyes.
"Do you want something to eat?" George asked gently. She shook her head before closing her eyes, still sitting straight up. The boys laughed as they ordered their food.
The smell of fries filled the air around their table and the girl's eyes fluttered open once more. Nick was laughing and her face contorted. She took a single fry and threw it at Nick. "Hey!" He shouted. She then proceeded to climb across the table and put a finger on his lips.
"Shh shh shh shh... S-Shut the fuck up," She mumbled with slurred words. "You're noisy." The boys laughed, but Nick almost looked intimidated. George grabbed the girl by her hips and placed her back on their bench.
Poppy held onto George's arm, drifting away as she leaned against him.
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It was 2am when Poppy shot straight up, looking around. She was in her bedroom, and George was awakened by her shuffling and he looked at her with tired eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked. Poppy started crying and George took her in his arms. "What's the matter? What happened?"
She sniffled and looked up at him, "I missed out!" The girl cried harder and George wasn't exactly sure what to do. He simply rubbed her back and shushed her. "You're leaving tomorrow and I don't wanna miss a single moment."
"I know, I know," He whispered. "But you need to take care of yourself, P."
Poppy shuddered as she tried to make the tears stop. She wasn't ready to let go again.
•day 3/3•
Poppy didn't want to release George from the hug she was giving him. Nick was leaving later, but decided to say farewell to his friend. The boys had already said their goodbyes. "I really need to get going," George mumbled, upset. Poppy nodded and let him go.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Her tears had run out from the night before. "Text me when you get there."
"I will. I love you," He smiled, grabbing his luggage.
"I love you too," Poppy whispered, letting go of his hands. There was a coldness to the air and Poppy immediately turned to the boys, not wanting to see George leave.
They took her to the car, and Nick tried to lighten the mood. Poppy just sat in the passenger seat, blankly staring out of the window.
She felt like she was drowning in front of a crowd.