Chapter 01
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[ Poppy's POV ]
My hand was intertwined with Bessy's , as I dragged her across the mall, toward Urban Outfitters. My feet were pounding in their white creps , but I carried on walking. I was determined to get to Anne Summers before it closed for the day.
"Poppy, we've been here all day. " Bessy groaned from behind me, pulling back on my hand. She will never understand the struggles I have to go through every day in the mall. Bless her.
"Bee, if we don't hurry it will close!" I cried out. Don't you just love my nickname for my bestie?
"You have over a hundred bras at home, why do you need more." Her voice cracked. Any moment now she was going to cave in from the pressure of shopping. She's such a noob.
"But Rihanna's new line of lingerie just came out! " I stopped and turned to her. We were now standing outside the shop. " Whilst were in there you can grab a dildo" I chuckle and ran in, before she could reply.
I heard shouting and giggling behind me, but I was already set in my shopping mode.
Bra-mode activated. BOOP.
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"Did you know they sell chocolate willies in Anne Summers?" I laughed as Bessy used the word willies
"Why were you looking?" I gave her a funny look, and she blushed. Earning her a chuckle from me.
We were now sitting outside Starbucks, on the wall. I had a chocolate frappe and Bessy had Strawberry. Like ew, who has strawberry? Chocolate is the best.
I pulled up my socks, which were lined with cute ruffles. They reminded me of the socks i wore with my summer dress in Primary school.
"Let's go home before I have a mental breakdown." Bessy grabbed her satchel, and got up off the wall.
"aw, I wanted to b-" I was immediately cut off by her death glare.
"Let's go" She turned, and headed towards the car park. I chuckled and followed after her, slinging my unicorn rucksack onto my back.
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The drive took a while, because the nearest mall to us was way too small, so we ended up going further away. Bessy had spilt her Milkshake all over my car, and we had to pull up at a gas station.
"My baby!" I cried, falling to my knees, and earning a few dirty looks from the people filling up their cars nearby.
There was milkshake over the leather seats and the carpet. The dashboard on the passenger side was covered in whipped cream, which was partly licked away by Bessy. Yuck.
"Don't worry babes, I can fix it!" She rushed off toward the shop, almost like superman.
I pushed myself up off my knees , and lent against the bonnet of my Ford Mustang. I was wearing a long flowy chiffon top , and my favourite baggy sweater, which was 2 sizes too big for me. A small daisy crown sat on my head, almost like a halo. I noticed several people glancing over at me and smirked.
I'm not one of those people who brag about their looks or anything. But I knew I looked pretty decent. I had recently dyed my hair a pastel pink , and my eyes were a weird sorta greeny-grey colour. I inherited those from my dad. I also only wore crazy-expensive clothes, and they were always baggy to hide my little pop belly I got from drinking a lot of beer.
Bessy came back out moments later, with several bottles of car cleaner and some wipes. Bless her cotton socks. That stuffs expensive.
"Here!" She passed me a bottle of the cleaner, and a wipe.
We spent another ten or twenty minutes cleaning and drying my car, then climbed in. I looked down at my watch and it was now 7:32.
"You want to grab takeaway on the way home?" I showed her my watch, and her eyes widened. She nodded, patting her stomach and laughing.
We stopped off at 'Shaniquas Chicken' , and grabbed chicken burgers. By the time we got home it was 8:00, and damn I was tired.
"Goodnight." I called out, heading for the stairs.
"Night." Bessy called back. I could already hear her rustling through the fridge. Fatty.
I forgot to mention, Bessy and I shared a house. We couldn't afford rent so we decided to share, and split the money. I have to admit it's a lovely place, and i've finally settled in after three months. The house was a little old though, with a porch winding round the entire bottom of the house. The walls were white , along with the windows, and a balcony also ran around the top of the house. There were basically four stories ; if you count the attic. That's where my room was.
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, which was once a cobweb-filled attic, and was now my little paradise. A large king sized bed was sat against the far wall, and I had draped fairy lights across the headboard, and along the rest of the walls. There were practically posters everywhere, so i couldn't even tell what colour the walls were anymore. I also had a dressing table with a large mirror, which was filled with tons and tons of products. There were little windows along the back, leading out to the roof, and overlooked the nearby beach. This had to be my favourite room in the whole house.
I stripped off my clothes, and flopped myself onto the bed, not bothering to put anything on. I always slept in my birthday suit.
Grabbing my phone from my bedside table, I quickly texted Bessy, who was probably still downstairs rummaging through the fridge.
* To : Bessy
u wonna go beach tomoro?
I waited several minutes, before my phone vibrated.
* From : Bessy
sure. ill take my surfboard
I quickly replied with a 'cool' , then turned my phone off and placed it back down on the bedside table. I laid back , and waited for sleep to take me. I could faintly hear the waves from the beach in the distance, and that also helped me to sleep.
That night I dreamed I was spread out on the sand, the sun warming my back. But the person laying beside me, was someone I definitely wanted to avoid dreaming about.
Why was I still dreaming about James? I thought I was over him...
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(A/N)
OOOOOH! Who is this guy who goes by the name of James?
Let's see what happens when Poppy and Bessy visit the beach in Chapter 2! :D
(picture of Poppy's car at the side>>>>>>>)
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