#( lloyd.)

I dont know why but I think they would gossiping about everyone if they would get along ( They have to get along. I need them. I can't live without them)

Poppy loved to roller skate. The only issue was that she was not fantastic at it. Normally, when she was so overwhelmingly bad at something she didn’t go somewhere she knew she would make a fool of herself at, but tonight was an exception because she had been here for a small girl’s night out. At least it had started that way. Her friends and co-workers she had surrounded herself with have already either left to go to a bar or went off with someone they met leaving Poppy to be...one of the oldest people skating alone at the roller rink that night. She tried to keep the pep in her step, even if she tried to skip and almost skidded on the ground instead, but she had to admit even she felt a little sad about being by herself.

As she skated she had started thinking. About what she was doing and why it was so hard for her to just....let go and try to date or like find someone special to be with. She knew she came on strong a lot and so that normally bit her in the butt and ended any potential thing before she even had a shot, but she didn’t think she was that bad. At least not all the time. As she thought she stopped paying attention to the direction she was skating in and while she was vaguely aware she was going the right way, she hadn’t expected to just collide with a guy right then and there. She fell right on her butt and looked at the guy, utterly horrified. “I am so, so, so, so, sorry!” she squeaked, trying to get up and falling once again. “I was not looking at where I was going and I had a drink at the bar and I am so....you are free to skate along and pretend you never saw me.”