Rambling

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Brock above!
Play the song on repeat, music makes everything so much better in my opinion ❤️
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Poppy's face could not have gone redder if she tried.

She began to stutter, trying to find a way out of the obvious question, but she was at a loss. Civil was staring at her with an intense gaze, like he had stumbled upon something great, and although it was hard to stare at his face when it was so bruised, she could see that he meant business. She wished to bring up the fact he was dating her brother again to distract Civil, but he was set in motion. Flying up from her bed, Poppy walked briskly towards her bedroom door, Civil hot on her heels. She was murmuring something about making popcorn or going for a swim, trying to do anything to avoid having to tell Civil her horrible secret.

"Poppy," Civil said, trying to get her attention.

As Poppy walked out of her bedroom, she then began to worry about if Elliot or Brock would be waiting for her in the living room. That would have made things worse, for she knew if she saw brock she would burst into flames of embarrassment. To her relief, no one was there, and she continued to walk into the kitchen where she aimlessly wondered around. Civil was hot on her heels, repeating her name over and over as she rambled about popcorn to butter ratio (which she believed was very important). Civil started to tap her shoulder, which became increasingly annoying as she pretended he wasn't there.

"Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy," he said louder every time, until finally, she spun on her heels.

"WHAT?" She shouted, crossing her arms as she met his piercing green eyes.

Civil looked down at her, his face soft despite the bruises, and whispered, "what happened?"

She stared up at him, and took in a deep breath, feeling her misery. She would have to tell him, wouldn't she? Biting down on her lip, she swiftly turned on her heels and walked away, Civil calling after her. He had finally cornered her, grabbing onto her shoulders until she had to look at him. She reluctantly met his eyes, and spilled her guts without seconds of meeting his piercing green eyes.

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"Poppy!" Brock called, jogging after her.

Poppy felt her throat closing up, which meant that in a moment she was going to break down into tears. She already felt them fighting against her eyes, and he lump forming in her throat was getting harder to swallow down. She had closed her feelings up into a tiny box, only allowing pleasant feelings through, but right now she felt weaker than ever. Poppy walked briskly, half way between a jog and a fast walk, desperately wanting to be anywhere but there. Her mind was reeling with the new information, and no matter how many times she thought it over, she could not believe it.

How could her brother be dating Civil?

How could Civil keep that from her?

No matter what angle she looked at it, nothing made sense. Weeks ago, she had just found out Civil was gay, and even that was a shock to her. Although, if she were completely honest with herself, she was suspicious of their relationship. Poppy wished that she had more warning, than what had happened. Now she felt like a fool, spilling her darkest secrets to find out her brother was dating Civil. It felt like a cruel joke, and the more she thought about it the more she got offended.

As the tears began to fall from her eyes, Brock had finally caught up to her, snatching her arm to stop her fast walking. The lump in her throat became painful, and she had to repeatedly swallow to keep it at bay. Brock had a lose grip on her wrist, his hand enveloping her entire wrist like it was nothing compared to the size of his hand. From this angle, she had a clear view of his sleeve, the dark ink swirling up his arm until there was vertically no original skin showing. She had found it odd at first, since Brock was always strongly against tattoos. Until he showed her his sleeve and said it was spur of the moment, which made her think he had done it drunk.