#poppy|interaction.

“so, how come your single?” it wasn’t unusual for poppy’s boyfriend to throw these big, extravagant parties and for her to lose him somewhere along in the night. normally very early on. at least she knew a few people here and as of late she found herself hanging around with his best friend more and more. they were nice enough and she even felt like the two of them clicked instantly. she almost wished she’d met them first. not that she could say that out loud, but she could enquire about their dating habits. out of curiously, of course. “like, you seem like a total catch to me.”

“it's a day with a 'y' in it so obviously i'm over it.” hence why she dramatically threw herself down onto the couch, tipping her head back to look at the ceiling and heaving out a sigh. poppy didn’t generally open up so easily but after a day of constant build up, she needed to spill the thoughts on her mind to someone. them, apparently. “i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

"none of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!"

waking up in bed beside her best friend after a few too many drinks shouldn’t be that weird but considering their barely dressed state, poppy knows where this is going to go. somewhere that she doesn’t like. “wake up.” she swats at them as she shifts to get herself up, pulling on whatever clothes she can put her hands on. “i’m hungry. you need to drive me to breakfast and then home so we can both pretend this didn’t happen... again.”