|I was listening to Rare by Selena Gomez, and the whole time I just thought of Poppy as Selena, Creek being the stupid ignorant bf, and Branch as the guy who "made her feel rare". So this is inspiration from that! Enjoy❤|
Poppy stared at the picture frame from years and years ago. Inside was a picture of her and Creek, both young, maybe 13 or 12, hands in each other's grasp, Creek smiling in a teasing kind of way. Poppy looked like she was about to break down in giggled in the picture.
Poppy smiled. Before Creek went into high school and began to become obsessed with yoga and meditation and that kind of stuff, he was actually almost like a big brother to her.
He used to tease her immensely, comfort her when she was hurt physically or emotionally, play stupid games with her such as ding dong ditch.
Those had been good times. The weird thing was, she never had really started on crushing on him until high school, when he began the yoga stuff. She didn't know why, at least not now.
He had never said they were in a relationship or anything. But she had always felt like they had been. Ever since eleventh grade, Poppy had been following him like a puppy until he betrayed the whole village.
Poppy gripped the picture, shaking from annoyance, and slammed it back down on the ground of the closet. She had been digging through all of her old junk in her closet and now, seeing this, it made her upset.
The slam had made a loud noise, and Branch rushed in from the other room where he had also been cleaning to check on her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Peachy," she grumbled. She opened another scrapbook then immediately closed it again, finding out that it was her old feelings journal.
Branch gave a sort of sad smile and walked over toward her. He knelt down next to her. "Now, what do we have here? Anything interesting?"
"Only stupid stuff." Poppy took the whole box out of the closet. "This is all trash."
"Whoa, hold up." Branch picked up a photograph. Poppy looked away, praying that it wasn't the one she had just seen.
Branch, to her relief, just held up a photograph of her when she was a baby. "Okay-- this is adorable. I'm keeping it."
Poppy gave a smile. "Fine. But everything else goes." She stood up with the box.
"Hold on!" Branch stood up too. "You barely looked."
"I've looked enough." Poppy's cheek twitched.
Branch shook his head. "Impossible. You're in too big of a hurry." He took a yearbook from her senior year of high school out of the box. "May I?"
Poppy shrugged. She didn't remember anything bad being said in there.
Branch opened it and smiled at every picture he passed that included her. Turning the pages slowly,he examined pictures of her, Smidge, DJ, and Biggie, hanging out in the cafeteria, a class, or outside. Most of the time they were in the moment, laughing or teasing, not knowing about the camera capturing them. In some they stood together and posed for the picture, silly and enthusiastic for every one.
Branch gave a chuckle. "You guys were very busy teens, I can tell. I wish I could have joined."
"You could have." Poppy shrugged. "You just didn't."
Branch frowned at her odd comment. He flipped to the end. The yearbook signings. he read through every one, carefully.
You're the best, Poppy! KIT! -Guy Diamond
YOU ARE READING
Broppy Oneshots 💕
Fiksi PenggemarBroppy because u deserve it ❤ (cover art is not mine✨!!!)