-Tuesday-
"Hello?" Jet answered the call in surprise.
"Hey." Poppy whispered.
"I thought you weren't allowed to talk to me again until your parents meet me." Jet sassed.
She cleared her throat. "Well, I was thinking maybe that was a bit drastic. Cuz, like... they're gonna meet you on Wednesday, so it should be fine if we talk."
"I thought your dad didn't want us to." Jet reminded.
"Well..." she said, her tone unsure, as if she was trying to convince herself it was okay. "I mean, it's baaasically fine since they'll meet you soon."
"What if they don't like me?" He snorted. "What if they tell you we can't talk?"
"Well then, just don't be closed off and weird." She said.
He thought for a minute. He felt a little bit bad. She was doing something she probably wouldn't normally do.
"Did you miss me?" He teased.
She held in a laugh. "What? No." She said in a defensive whine.
"But you called." He said.
"I just wanted to tell you about the next movie you need to watch." She said.
"What is it?"
"It's called 42. It's about a baseball player." She said.
"What's the sob story?" He asked.
"Well, I don't wanna spoil too much, but basically everyone was really racist to him because... You know... racism..." She said.
"Hmm. Okay. I'll watch it tonight." He said.
"Okay."
There was a long silent pause. There were no pressing things to talk about, but neither of them wanted to hang up.
"Hey, I had a question." Jet said.
"What is it?" She asked, eager to keep talking.
"My, uhh, "friend" told me there's some scripture about how light doesn't mix with dark. What is it?" He asked.
"Oh. Just wait. I'll find it." She said.
Jet waited, looking at himself in the mirror as he had locked himself in the bathroom.
"Okay. I found it. It says: "Don't partner up with those who don't share your faith. Right and wrong have nothing in common, and light cannot share a room with darkness."" She read.
He thought for a minute. "Do you believe that?" He whispered, feeling insecure.
"Of course." She shrugged.
His heart sank. "Why?"
"Well, because obviously I couldn't stand to live with someone who is constantly mocking my beliefs or something." She said cheerfully, as if it was an easy and simple answer.
"What about the last part?" He asked, his throat feeling dry.
"Yeah. It makes sense. You can't be good and bad at the same time. You have to choose. Every good person does some things that are wrong sometimes, but that's the point. We always know if something we do is wrong. We can't pretend. So then, most of the time, we have to try to choose to do what's right."
"Then, say.... say you had a friend who was like the darkness. What, then?"
"I would never have a friend who is like darkness." She said bluntly.
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Fanfiction*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well. His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family. He's raised his brothers as if they...
