I smile at the bleach blonde girl in front of me. "Do you like Cheerios? I hate them." She smirks and then turns away. "What? You like Cheerios?" She giggles. "Do you talk?"

"I'm Poppy." She said, and looked down. "Cheerios are cool." I smiled at her and finished up my snack: cheese. "Do you like Melanie Martinez?"

"Oh hell yeah." I said, and then turned to look at Titanic after he said 'cut'. He had an evil grin. I didn't like him, but never suspected anything wrong with him. Just didn't like him.

Let me give you a backstory: Poppy and I work together on music and Titanic is our director. I've had a crush on Poppy since the start but never said anything. We're different, I make more rock-ish music and Poppy makes what her name implies: pop. I always suspected something up with Titanic but never thought much of it. Probably nothing.

Titanic clapped and Poppy turned to him, ready to follow whatever his command was. I didn't listen and thought of other things, such as lyrics to write for my new album. I got up and walked away, but Titanic stopped me. "Where do you think you're going, Mars?"

"Away from here." I got out of his grip and ran, as he followed me. I hate him.

He caught up to me and gripped me harshly, kissing me. I tried to wiggle away but he had a grip. No, I like Poppy! He then turned away and left me there.

I fucking hate his guts.