OC Stories

Story #15 (Group 1)

Holly's Pov:

I put the mixed brownie mix into the pan, put oven mitts on and put the pan into the pre heated oven. I set the timer to 40 min. and started to clean the mess I made around the counters. I put more music on (If I die young, It's over when it's over etc.) and started to lick the chocolate out of the bowl and off the spoon. This was my favorite part, even though Poppy keeps telling not to do it because it has raw eggs in it, I don't care it's freakin good!

Normally we would make and bake stuff together like this, but this time I wanted to do it alone for once. Mom and Dad wasn't here (of course) and I found some brownie mix in one of the cabinets anyways, so why not. I can handle myself right?!

I was kinda wrong at first, I'm so used to being with Poppy that I forget that others don't understand me as much as her. It's almost magic that she understands me so well, it's helps me a lot, I don't have to open my mouth as much which helps with my really bad asthma. She understood this as well. when we first became friends (around kindergarden) she noticed that when I talked a bit to much and needing to breath more, I would cough and weeze to the point where I wouldn't take my arm away from my mouth.

One time when that became way over what I could handle, I had to go to the hospital (in 2nd grade), she came with us, she was there next day, and even when I had to go home. She told the doctors and teachers what happened and she stayed with me throughout the entire time.

I guess, in a way, this is a thank you to her, for all the things she has done for me in the past. I feel like I haven't done enough for her. So I made us brownies to share together alone. 

This is also the first time I made brownies alone, so I'm hoping this'll turn out good. Though, I'll have to wait to see, since I still have around 20 min. left on the timer.

I decided to text Poppy, though I thought and didn't do it since she texted me earlier saying she was driving to my house now. I didn't want her to check her phone and get into an accident. I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I was the reason she got hurt. I put my phone back into my hoodie pocket and decided to sit on the floor and wait for the buzzer.

I thought all the way back to 6th grade, where almost all my classes were with Poppy, that was the most happiest and saddest year of my life. All the other years since then (except in high school) we only had 1 or 2 classes together. But whenever we saw each other in those classes, we were the happiest in the room.

Now that Poppy is in all my classes, and is with me almost all the time, I didn't have to talk as much since Poppy had my back. She knew how bad my breathing and asthma was, she felt the same I way I did with her. We don't want each other to get hurt.

That's when I remembered when I got into a fight in middle school, some popular girls were making fun of me by the bathrooms for being neither a boy nor a girl and for being so emo and goth. I tried to push them away because I knew they weren't here to actually use the bathroom, but they just shoved back, hard enough to knock me off my feet. When I was on the ground outside the bathrooms I heard fast and heavy footsteps. I tried my best to see who it was, but I got distracted by one of the girls being punched in the face and almost falling to the floor.

I looked back up to the person who did this. It was Poppy! There were no teachers out in the hall and she came all the way from her class to see me in the girl's restroom. (whenever I'm in public I choose the girls bathroom because I look more like a girl than a boy, plus they're more clean) Though when we decided to go there at the certain time we decided on, we didn't know that they were going to be there too. 

I tried not to think of that moment, and only the part where my only friend (at the time of this memory) was there for me. I don't remember much of what happened next, but they did end up leaving us alone for a while (around two whole months!!!) My memory has been getting worse and worse since this school year began.

Now that I thought about it, Poppy did text me that she was coming over a while ago. She should be here by now. I got up from where I sat and looked at the timer. About 10 min. on the timer and I ran out of things to do. Thinking is boring now and I didn't feel like texting my friends. I wanted silence with my music on.

Speak of the devil...my playlist just ran out to the last song (Emperor's New Clothing) I grabbed my MP3 player and went all the way back to the top of the playlist and played If I Die Young again. I started to space out and think of a story for this song, something to maybe animate one day. I normally did this for songs she hears every now and then.

Just what the song switched again to another and small knock came from the door. I jolted up from my trance and walked to the front door to welcome Poppy in and give her a hug.