This started off as just a drabble, but then a whole idea popped into my head and yeah... I have the feeling this is gonna be a really long story, actually.
As always, enjoy!
Chapter 1
She'd never forget how it started. He'd never forget how it started. No one ever would, because if anyone had a good backstory, it was Mary Poppins and Herbert Alfred.
The Poppins' were not unknown in London. In fact, they were far from it. With Herald Poppins being one of the richest men around, Christine Poppins always knowing everything about everyone (making her the best person to talk to if you wanted to know some good gossip), and their only daughter Mary Poppins the most beautiful girl on young man could want, how could they be? Their home, or mansion as most called it, was deemed the nicest, along with the parties they would through. They were the kindest family, or so it seemed. But that was the thing that was perhaps their biggest lie.
Herald was an extremely likeable man, for his humor, charm, and kindness made everyone become very fond of him from the moment they met. Christine was a very typical women, though sometimes she would make small, very rude remarks that only clever people would catch. Clever people like her young daughter.
Mary Poppins had two sides to her; The side she showed her family and anyone as classy as her them, and the side she showed anyone who was in a class below her family. She was a rebelious, trouble-making teenager who could find her way out of any situation she was put into. Boys, and sometimes men, would chase her to no content and try to win her heart, which Mary always found extremely hilarious. There were many things Mary found hilarious that perhaps she shouldn't have, and she was aware of that.
She was aware that she shouldn't have enjoyed practically putting on a show at silly parties her parents dragged her to, and then returning home and sneaking out the window to be herself.
She was aware that she shouldn't have used her magic as much as she did and risk getting caught.
But she still found all of those quite hilarious. So hilarious that just thinking of them made her giggle like a young child, which she certianly was not. At the age of sixteen, she was lovely in every way, shape, and form. She had gotten more marriage proposals than one could count, but kept them all a secret from her mother and father. And she was the person that every other girl her age (that didn't know of her shennanigns and wild personality) envied and wanted to be, but still looked up to her as though she was some kind of goddess. And that was another thing that humored Mary.
The Poppins though, unlike other families, did not have a Nanny or a Governess for Mary. She didn't complain though, for she knew that if she were to have one she would surely get caught sneaking out. She snuck out every single night, starting at the age of fourteen and never stopping. But it was only on the day after her sixteenth birthday that she met him. He was the person Mary would spend every night with. They would dance across the rooftops, walk to through the park and be obnoxiously loud, ring people's doorbells and quickly run away, go to late night parties that more than often didn't end very well, and never get caught. And they would be each other's only true friends for a very long time.
His name was Timothy Carmike.