BLOODY POPPIES: CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK
DISCLAIMED
-JAMES POV-
IT was the first real day of summer vacation that I found out my soulmate was going to die. Of course, Poppy didn't know she was my soulmate, and I couldn't tell her, and I couldn't kill her. But I knew, even if she didn't. And I felt it as well.
I had known for a while that Poppy was sick, though she wouldn't admit it. I had sensed her body at war with itself for some time now. But she refused to check it out.
I grinned ruefully at Poppy's stubbornness as I made my way her driveway. I saw her dancing and trilling to a box of frosted flakes, as she stuck her tongue out at her twin brother, Phillip. My teeth clicked together, I hated him.
I knocked on the door. Poppy looked over and smiled, which took my breath away. "Hi James, c'mon in."
I entered the kitchen and took off my protective wraparound sunglasses.
With them on, I couldn't see the crème of her skin, or the four and a half perfect freckles on her nose, she was so slight and beautiful it made my chest throb with a mix of pain and pleasure whenever I saw her.
The second I walked in, Phillips face shut down. He tensed up and looked at me with hatred, undisguised in his eyes, as I would hurt his sister. I wouldn't touch her, even if I was starving.
But he didn't know that. I smiled at the irony. "Hi." I said to Phillip Coldly.
"Hi," he replied, just as coldly "How's Jacklyn and Micheala?" he asked meanly.
I felt a rush of disgust for my ex-girlfriends, all they did was gossip and flirt. I would have thought the entire female population was like that if it weren't for Poppy. "Well, I really don't know." I answered honestly.
"You don't know? Oh yeah, you always drop your girlfriends just before summer vacation. Leaves you free to maneuver, right?" Phillip always came to his own conclusion. Oh well, it would save me the effort of making up some story.
"Of course," I said blandly.
I stared Phillip down. I always won, but today he was too similar to his sister. Stubborn as hell.
"is that a new CD?" Poppy asked, distracting me form my stare down of her brother.
I lifted it. "It's the new Ethnotechno release." Another problem with Jocelyn and Michelle, or whatever they're names were. They didn't like music. Not real music at least, they like torture called pop.
They would have 'Like totally died! You wouldn't want that to happen would James-poo.' It was painful and I made them shut up. But Poppy cheered. "More Tuva- throat singers- I can't wait, lets go listen to it."
She turned around and nearly ran into her mother. "Sorry- morning."
She tried to dart passed but Mrs. North grabbed the back of her tee- shirt. "Hold on a minute. Good morning Phil, good morning James." She tacked on like an afterthought.
I nodded politely.
"Has everyone had breakfast?" I nodded again. "What about you?" she directed at Poppy, who rattled her frosted flakes. "Why don't you at least put milk on them?"
"Better this way." Poppy stated, but her mother pushed her to the fridge.
"What are you planning to do with your first day of freedom?"
I looked at Poppy. "Oh, I don't know." Poppy looked at me. " Listen to music? Or go to the hills? Or drive to the beach?" she looked at me for confirmation.
"Whatever you want." I said. "We've got all summer." All summer with Poppy, that sounded wonderful.
"We could check out the new shops at the village-" she started to suggest, but her face turned grey and she collapsed. The milk making a white waterfall, before I snatched it out of the air and caught the spilled milk back into the container. And I managed to catch Poppies head before it smacked the hard tile floor.
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