AppleHeart

Chapter Two

Crush/ˈkrəsh/noun: A person who gives you butterflies and makes your heart beat faster. A person that you can't describe in a word, but multiple words. A person you can't get off your mind.

Apple Poison, Farja, Mr. Dalmatia, and Jack Hearts entered the empty meeting room in an orderly fashion. In the said room is a medium, round, and dark wooden table with ten chairs neatly tucked in. Poison sat at the far end of the table, AWAY from the others (mainly Jack), while Farja sat in the middle of the right side. Across from her, Jack and Dalmatia sat next to each other talking and laughing. Farja is internally grateful for the fact that Dalmatia is able to distract Jack from Apple until the others arrive, mainly so that there's no suffocating sexual tension. And yes, it has happened or at least in Farja's imagination. She may be a bit of an airhead but she knows that Jack and Apple have the hots for each other (even though it's buried under extreme loathing). She looked down the table to see Apple with his arm propped upwards so that his head is resting on the backside of his hand. He looked both bored and tired as he placed his poisoned apple in front of him. The apple itself is covered in a toxic substance that dripped down to the sides and formed the face of a skull. Deadly as ever. Farja then glanced across to see Jack and Dalmatia still chatting away.

They are truly best friends, Farja thought. It makes sense too; Dalmatia and Jack have rather similar personalities, they're balls of endless energy, goofy and overall animated. Their personalities could brighten up the room if needed or turn someone's day around. For Farja, Veil, Pretty Scar, and Malfie if they're in a bad mood Dalmatia and Jack could change that in an instant. However, people like Eight-Foot Joe and Miss Hades would find it annoying and unnecessary. Apple Poison, on the other hand, his reaction is usual. He doesn't seem to mind Dalmatia's behavior, yet it bothers him when Jack acts the same way. And as for Lady Hook, well, she doesn't show much emotion.
Speaking of, the doors of the meeting room opened up. Farja, Apple, Jack, and Dalmatia turned their attention to whoever entered the room. Two people entered the room; one is a man with silver-gray and purple hair that stood up high. He wore a purple and black suite with tentacles attached and a seashell as his belt buckle. His face held pure boredom as he spoke to the woman who walked in with him.

The woman wore pirate attire, including a matching hat. Under the hat, her long, beautiful, brown hair draped down her shoulders. She raised not a hand but a hook.