Death of the Perfect Girl

35- The Nervous

      Poppy stopped in front of her house and turned to face Fisher. They both smiled at each other.

She cleared her throat. "So."

"So?" Fisher looked at the house then he looked at Poppy.

"Do you maybe...wanna come inside?"

"I mean," Fisher smirked," if you insist."

Poppy giggled then she held his hand and led him up the steps. She unlocked the front door and stepped aside so he could walk in. "Ladies first."

Fisher shook his head and walked into the house.

Poppy locked the door then she turned around and leaned her back against it.

Fisher looked around the house. "Nice house."

"Do you want to see my room?" Poppy stared at him with dazed eyes.

Fisher turned back to look at her.

Poppy smiled and walked in front of him making her way up the stairs.

Fisher stood nervous. He watched Poppy vanish. "I shouldn't be here...Darn it." He took a deep breath then he walked up the stairs. He walked down the hallway until he met the room with the open door.

Poppy sat on her bed taking off her shoes.

He walked into the room.

"You can shut the door," Poppy looked at him as she put her shoes under her bed.

He slowly closed the door with trembling hands. He had kissed her before. Why was he so nervous?

Poppy sat with her hands rested on her bed and her head tilted, a soft smile on her cheeks.

He looked at her. "So, what do you want to do?"

Poppy furrowed her brows and smiled then her smile disappeared when she realized he was serious. "Uh...do you want to watch something? My laptop's broken. How about study?"

"Studying's nice."

Poppy slowly nodded once then she walked over to her desk. "What do you want to study?"

"We take Spanish together, right?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe that?"

Poppy grabbed her book. "Okay." She walked over to her bed and sat down curling her legs with the book, opening it out on the bed.

Fisher shakily walked over to the bed and sat down kicking off his shoes. He climbed unto the bed and sat in front of Poppy, curling his legs like she did. He watched her turn the pages of the book.

"Should we start from chapter one?" She looked at him. Her face looked sad but her eyes remained dazed.

He counted from one to three then he grabbed the book and shut it. "Nevermind studying." He picked up the book and leaned over the bed putting it on the floor.

Poppy looked at her laptop. "Do you want to watch a movie then or...again," she slapped her forehead, "I forgot it was broken." She turned back to Fisher to see him moving closer to her.

His face, about an inch was from hers, she began to scan it.

"You have a lot of freckles," she smiled trying to hide her nervousness. "I never noticed."

Fisher blushed, then he leaned closer to her and kissed her.

She put her hands on his cheeks and slowly layed on her back. He stopped kissing her and gently layed on top of her.

"You're not that heavy," Poppy snickered.

"I know," he felt his cheeks burning up. "I'm just...a little scared."

"Of me?"

"Of all of this. Being in your room. Being with you. I've never really kissed a girl before or made out with one actually."

"Me either. I mean made out with a guy, obviously. But it doesn't matter to me how good you do. I'm just glad you're here."

Fisher smiled at her then he pressed his lips against hers and ran his hands down to her waist, letting all of his weight rest on top of her.

She put her hands on his cheeks and put one leg over his. The taste of cherries hit her tongue. "Wait."

He leaned away.

"Are you wearing cherry lip balm?"

"My brother bought it for me at the pharmacy. It was a prank." His cheeks turned red.

Poppy grinned. "It's okay." Her thumb brushed his cheek. "You don't have to be embarrassed."

"I'm...not embarrassed."

Poppy rolled her eyes. "I totally believe you."

Fisher shook his head and smirked. "You know, you don't have to believe me. I know I'm telling the truth-"

"Could you just shut up already?" Poppy leaned forward and kissed him, putting her hand on the back of his head. She felt her body merge with her bed when he began to kiss her back. Cold goosebumps covered her skin as his hand slid up her waist.

Fisher opened his eyes and looked at Poppy. He put his hand on her cheek and brushed his thumb against her cheekbone. He couldn't believe any of what was happening was real. He never liked Poppy. Never even paid attention to her. He thought she was gross and annoying. Now he didn't even want to close his eyes when he kissed her. He liked looking at her.

He tucked his hand behind her head and lifted it closer to his then he slammed his lips into hers and began to kiss her. His other arm slid under her back, pulling her closer to his body.

Poppy wrapped her arms around his back, feeling them slipping away from weakness. His lips unstuck from hers and she sighed feeling disappointed that he'd stopped again. His blue eyes stared into hers with a look of sympathy.

"Poppy," his lips curved into a frown," there's something I need to tell you."

Fisher could feel her heartbeat racing faster than before. She was afraid of what he had to say.

"Would it mess this up?" Her brows furrowed from grief.

Fisher gave her a guilty nod.

"Then it can wait."

He stared at her.

She meant it.

He slowly leaned closer to her resting his warm lips on hers. Her head sank into her pillow, as her lips moved in sync with his, their breaths short.

The more Fisher kissed her, the more aggressive he got. Poppy suddenly felt stiff and nervous. Fisher's hand slipped under her shirt and she held her breath. The mood quickly went away. She grabbed his wrist in horror.

Fisher looked at her. "What's wrong?" The wideness of her eyes frightened him.

"I don't...," she stared at him," I just can't-"

Her phone began to buzz on the table beside the bed. She grabbed it and looked at it. Mason had texted her.

Mason has sent you an attachment.

She stared at the phone with furrowed brows.

Fisher sat up, sitting beside her as she did the same.

She clicked on Mason's name. It was a video. It was Sadie's new video.

Mason: I'm sorry. You should watch this.