Wish You Were Here

Pre-show Protection

Floyd was refusing to let me go anymore than a foot away from him as long as Boom was in the area. Everytime he left, Floyd would go back to stretching and let go of me. The second Boom came back, I was pulled back in so it got pretty easy to piece together.

Everyone was trying to prep for the concert and all I had to do was sweep and clean up the stage which was simple enough. Although, it gets pretty difficult when you have an overprotective pink and blue idiot trapping you in his arms every five minutes. The curtains were closed so none of the audience members could see that shitshow that was happening up here.

Boom walked across the stage again just to go from the right wing to the left wing and sure enough, Floyd grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his grasp. I know exactly why he keeps doing it but acting oblivious shouldn't hurt. I crooked my neck around to look at him as best as I could and turned my sapphires into puppy dog eyes.

"Floyd, are you okay?" It seems like that was all he needed to hear because in an instant, he responded sounding pissed off but it wasn't directed at me.

"What's his deal anyways? Thinking he can just kiss your hand like that when it was clearly making you uncomfortable." He continued to grumble and mutter curses under his breath while staring at Boom just minding his business and talking to Clay. I mean, I guess I can tell him,

"Boom's my ex." At that, Floyds head slowly turned to face me and it revealed an expression made up of a dropped jaw and widened eyes. I opened my mouth to let out a breathy and awkward giggle because this man probably feels like I just dropped a bombshell on him.

"WHAT!?" We got a few looks from the others who were near the stage but they went back to whatever it was they were doing prior to Floyds screech.

"Can I tell you more at the after party instead of here? I don't wanna ruin your whole mood for the show." He seemed to calm down from that because of the calming tone I used. Floyd let out a sigh and removed his arm from around my torso.

"Wait, there's an after party?" I clasped a hand over my mouth and just like before, I heard Branch call out from the right wing,

"Veneer! Shut your mouth and stop spoiling everything! Please!" There was almost a 20 foot gap between us but I returned his shout with one of my own.

"Oh, zip it mister Poppy-my-beloved!" Nothing else was heard other than Floyd giggling behind me at our bickering, so that meant Branch was probably done.

"You two got close?" Floyd tilted his head once he was done laughing. Riiight, he fell asleep on the way back to Pop Village so he probably didn't catch some parts of the story.

"Oh yeah, as soon as BroZone disbanded, I started raising Branch along with your grandma." His eyes seemed to fly wide open once I said that but it was clearly more out of curiosity than shock.

"Really? I always thought you would've gone off and started your own fashion brand." I picked my broom back up and continued my little chat with Floyd while also sweeping.

"Well I couldn't just leave him alone like that. Besides, I'm already working on getting my own brand. Maybe you could come by where I work one day and see some of the stuff I made." He smiled and gazed at me before speaking again.

"I'd like that." I grinned back at Floyd and out called Viva who was still, to no one's surprise, running around at lightning speed.

"Five minutes, everyone! Five minutes!" I think I'm done sweeping so I looked around to check my work and then started walking off. Floyd was quick to follow behind me which made me scoff slightly at his antics. He's honestly like a little bodyguard â€" a very very thirsty bodyguard.

As soon as we walked into the wing that would lead us backstage, we bumped into Boom and he snarked at us. 

"Where are you going?" I rolled my eyes and felt the fabric of my shirt bunch up in the back from Floyd now holding it.

"Where do you think, conceited?" My voice dropped to a more bass tone as I crossed my arms. Floyd was gently tugging on my shirt as an inaudible 'let's go', so I had him let go of my shirt but before walking off with him, I intertwined our fingers together and shot Boom a glare.

Once I looked back over at Floyd, I giggled because he had a little bit of skip in his step from me holding his hand. I definitely think I do actually love him but I still wanna see where this goes. With Boom back in the picture, who knows what could happen. I can't wait for this show to be done and over with so the after party can come and I can tell Floyd everything. While I'm at it, I should ask him about what happened the day he left me.

Poppy approached us from that heavensent room with all the clothes I could ever dream of, and handed Floyd a carbon copy of the outfit I made him all those years ago. Gray crewneck with a magenta star and baggy ripped black jeans. I immediately gasped and took the outfit from Floyd's hands.

"How did you get this!?" Poppy tilted her head and looked confused at my sudden change of mood.

"Floyd gave me an old wrinkled piece of paper with a drawing of that on it. Said he wanted it made so Satin, Chenille, and I all did our best to try and replicate it." I eyed Floyd and he noticed the admiration in my eyes. He honestly loved the outfit that much that he wanted it made sixteen years later? He did look really cute in it from what I can remember. I felt my face flush at the memory but it was more or less because of Floyd's absolutely stunning smile towards me. I hurriedly handed the outfit back to Floyd and spoke quick and loudly,

"Okay okay, put it on!" Floyd took a few steps towards the dressing room but suddenly stilled. What is he-

He ran back in my direction and I felt warm plush lips press themselves against my cheek. My stomach felt like it was filled with tens of fluttering butterflies and my heart was going a mile a minute as he held his kiss for a total of three seconds. He took himself away from me and had a fierce inky blush from his cheeks to his ears.

"I'm sorry!" And then he ran off with his outfit, leaving Poppy as a fangirling best friend, and me a flustered mess.