Rambling

13

Poppy above

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"Oh fuck,"

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What did I do! What did you let me do!" 

Poppy stared at herself in the mirror with horrified eyes, touching the mental piercing sticking out from her inflamed nose. It sent hot, painful pricks through her nose and into her sinus, causing her to hiss in pain. It stuck out from her nose like a giant red sore, almost as red as the blush her mother would wear when going out. She turned to glare at Brock, who sat back on her bed, phone in hand scrolling through whatever app he was on without a care in the world. He didn't even look up from his phone, but he grinned— not trying to contain it.

"I hate you, so much, I am NEVER, drinking with you again," she growled out, sitting down next to him with a loud plop.

Brock just snickered, placing his phone down onto his chest before looking over at Poppy. She sighed, leaning her head over to rest it on Brock's shoulder, sighing loudly once again to get his attention.

"Hey, it wasn't a bad job," he said, peering at her nose with a laugh. 

This was the side of Brock she missed seeing, the true Brock. Many years ago, she had met the true Brock. He was always there in the background, yet she had never gotten to know him the way Elliot had, since they were best friends since birth. It was her birthday party and Elliot was being a sore loser, doing his best to ruin everything he could. They had spent it with their father, who actually bothered to show up for this party, and invited all of their friends— which mostly meant Elliot's. Elliot pulled a classic move and had shoved her face into the cake, which now they did as a tradition, but back then it felt as if he had ruined the whole party. She had started to cry, but Brock had waltzed over and licked her face.

"Still is good to me."

Since then, Brock would always be there when Elliot got to mean. He was always there when she was sad, hurt, lost, or angry, and he became a second brother too her. As they grew up, and she developed into a young woman, they became closer as friends. For a time, when Brock has discovered the joys of his penis and screwed all the girls along side Elliot, they stopped talking. At that point she was a short, nerdy girl who had acne and braces, an embarrassment to be around. So, they stopped being around her, and moved on. With hard work, she had lost the braces, cut her hair, and grew until she was taller than most girls. It wasn't enough however, to make them see her.

Then Brock stepped back into the picture when she decided to stay with Elliot and their father instead of their mother. Though they talked again, there was something holding them back. Perhaps it was the fact she had always been in love with him, or maybe the fact she had become more attractive and now Brock couldn't see her as his best friends' nerdy little sister, the forbidden fruit that shall not be touched. So, they were pleasant with each other, but never crossed he boundaries that was somehow created. She was madly in love with a boy who couldn't love her back. It was Civil who broke the wall between them, for meeting him caused Elliot to once again talk to her, which meant Brock did too.

Elliot was like that with everything in his life. He lost interest in things faster than he found them, which worried her about Jenny. Though she never really liked Jenny, she often wondered what happened to the sweet girl with the amazing smile, for her to turn into such a bitch. She was once one of her best friends, now she could care less about what happened. Now she taunted, flaunted her flawless body, threw the fact that Brock was her regular hook up in her face along with her brother, and treated Poppy like crap whenever she could.

What was worse, was that no one stopped her.

Not in that friend group, they were all so close that none of them wanted to pester the other. Elliot's friends made it clear that they did not defend Poppy, for they would usually jump in when Jenny started at her. It was Civil who finally told Jenny to back off, it seemed Civil was her cause for all her happiness.