Endless Skies

[16]

Since that day, both of them haven't really seen each other since their last encounter. Yes, they do go to the same school, but they had no classes together. They only time they could see each other was in lunch. And neither of them tried to meet up. While Ronny would be in the library, Poppy would be outside or sitting down in the hallway, directly in front of her locker. They usually met up at after school, in the garden at his house. Poppy had seen his house before, but never paid attention to the details or even what it looks like inside. He never once has offered her inside, and she was okay with that. Ronny doesn't even know where she lives, and he never asked, and she never told.

Erasing furiously on her math homework, Poppy made a frustrated noise. She was on the very last problem and yet she couldn't get the right answer.

"I could help you, if you'd like," said the soothing voice of Ronny. She looked up from her paper to see Ronny before her. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, blonde hair windblown, lips pursed, and he looked kinda nervous or uncomfortable. Poppy lacked the ability to be able to read and convey ones emotions as easily as others could.

Maybe that was why she never knew if anyone really liked her as a friend or not.

"Uh...sure," responded Poppy. She didn't know how to react since he, Ronny, had seen her at her most vulnerable. Were they go pretend like that event never happened? Or have it on their minds, every time they say each other, but choke the words down in sakes of one another's feelings?

She scooted over so he could make room beside her. He leaned over to read the paper. She could faintly smell cigarettes, soap, and the smell of flowers and grass on him.

She had missed him terribly.

Ronny began to smirk, just a little as he found her error. "Well for starters, you wrote the wrong number. It's forty-two not thirty-two"

She looked and saw the mistake. "Oops.." She got red in the face with embarrassment.

Just like Poppy, he missed her terribly. He chuckled, a beautiful sound to her ears. "Did you get the right answer now?" he asked her after set her pencil down.

Quite sheepishly, she muttered a small, "Yes."

He cleared his throat. "Glad I could help."

"Me too. Thanks." was her reply. She stuffed the math sheet in her binder.

"Anytime, Poppy." He looked at the freckles that was sprinkled across her face.

"I'm sorry I haven't been going to the garden lately." apologizes Poppy slowly. "Just didn't know what to say about me and..you know.." If her cheeks were red before, they were really red now.
Ronny didn't miss a beat in replying. "It's alright. As long as you don't hurt yourself because you are a lot better than that."

I'm really not, I deserve it, there were the negative thoughts again, rooting in Poppy's head and sprouting out lies and bad things about herself. If she could only find a way to crunch those thoughts away, pick all them up, and throw them away, Poppy would take the opportunity in a heartbeat.

Of course, this was reality and things like that wouldn't happen.