Once upon a time, Poppy O'Hair had a crush on Sparrow Hood, but that was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Okay, fine, it was like two hours ago. But the point was that Poppy no longer found Sparrow attractive. Not at all. And she especially did not appreciate his music. Particularly when he decided to practice only three feet outside of her dorm room in the very, very early morning.

Poppy groaned and rolled over in her bed, covering her head with her pillow. "Will he ever stop?" she asked to no one in particular.

"I don't think that he will," her sister, Holly, replied.

Poppy flipped over in her bed and looked at her sister, who was already up and getting ready for a big day of activities. Her sister liked to make sure that she spent every hour of her Saturday doing something productive. Poppy, on the other hand, liked to sleep till noon then marathon 'What Not to Wear Fairest Edition'. A show that focused more on the hair and makeup than the fashion.

"That was a rhetorical question," Poppy said.

"I know," Holly said with a smile, and picked her purse up off of the dresser. "Are you plan on doing anything productive today, or are you just going to lay around in bed watching tv?"

"Laying around in bed watching tv is doing something," Poppy protested, "Though I doubt that I'll be able to watch anything with that racket going on."

"I thought that you liked him," Holly said.

"Not anymore," Poppy muttered.

Holly just shook her head. "I'm going shopping with Ashlynn," she said, "Want to come?"

Poppy looked down at the purple pajamas that she was wearing. "No," she said.

"Alright," Holly said, then left the room. The door closed with a click behind her.

With Holly now gone, Sparrow Hood's music was louder than ever. Poppy rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. Sparrow Hood's screeching, narcissistic voice kept coming through her closed window.

Poppy couldn't believe him. What kind of person practiced outside of the Royal Wing at six in the morning? Nobody sane, that's who. Poppy climbed out of bed and yanked on a pair of combat boots. She would give that lousy, no good, annoying, wannabe singer a piece of her mind.

She opened her window and jumped the two feet to the ground. Sparrow Hood was a few feet away, oblivious of her, strumming his guitar. Angry, Poppy marched up to where his amp was and pulled the cord out of it.

"Hey!" Sparrow Hood shouted, as he realized that his horrible music was no longer coming through his amp, "What was that for?"

"What, in the name of ever after, are you doing out here at six AM?"

Sparrow turned to look at her. He looked like he was about to shout, when a look of confusion passed over his face. "Your hairs long," he said.

Poppy sputtered. He was playing music in the early reaches on the morning and he hadn't even told her why. Instead, he had just commented about her hair. She knew that her hair was long. It was always long in the morning before she cut it.

"I know that," Poppy snapped, "Why do you care?"

"It looks better short," Sparrow said. He said it like it was a fact, a thing that everyone should know, and that she was stupid for not knowing that her hair looked better short. It made Poppy even madder.

"Why on earth do you care about how my hair looks?"

"I was just saying that it looks better short," Sparrow sounded offended.

"Well, maybe I'm growing it out."

"Why? So you can look just like your sister?"

"My sister's a beautiful person!"

"I didn't say that Holly's not hot-"

"I'm pretty sure that you did," Poppy said, crossing her arms.

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

Poppy was about ready to punch Sparrow. She stepped forward and swung. It would've gone perfectly, if it wasn't for the fact that Sparrow Hood had decided to take a step closer at the exact moment that she swung her arm. Instead of hitting him in the jaw, like it was supposed to, the punch knocked of his hat and knocked Poppy off of balance.

Poppy fell to the ground, landing in a very unprincess like manner on her butt, and Sparrow Hood's green fedora fell right on top of her. Fitting perfectly around her head.

Instead of laughing, like Poppy expected him to, Sparrow offered her a hand. Poppy took it begrudgingly.

"I'm still mad at you," she said, just in case he got the wrong idea. She was only accepting his help because it was the polite thing to do.

"Of course," Sparrow said, smiling that wry smile at her.

Poppy would've given Sparrow back his hat, told him off a few more times, and then climbed back in bed to sleep until noon. She would've done all of that if it wasn't for the fact that at that exact moment a camera went off not five feet away from them. Both Sparrow and Poppy turned to find Blondie Locks, standing with her camera and a smile on her face.

"Wow," she said, "This is big news."

"What's big news?" Poppy asked, confused.

"Why you and Sparrow dating," Blondie said.

Poppy felt light headed. Blondie thought that she was dating Sparrow Hood. This was bad. This was really bad.

"We're not dating," Poppy said.

Blondie didn't seem to hear her. "I mean, I knew that you had a crush on him, but I didn't know that you two had started dating."

"We're not dating," Poppy said again.

Again, Blondie didn't hear her. "Everyone will love this. I mean, you two are practically made for each other."

"Blondie-"

"I need to come up with a name-"

"Blondie-"

"Porrow? Spoppy?"

"Blondie!"

"Yes," Blondie finally looked at Poppy.

"We're not dating."

"Why of course you are," Blondie said, "You're wearing his hat."

Poppy's hands flew to her head and she quickly took off the green fedora and handed it to Sparrow. "We're not-" she began, but Blondie was already gone, disappearing around the corner.

Poppy groaned and sat down hard on the ground. A second later, Sparrow joined her. "Thanks for the help," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I don't see what's so wrong," Sparrow said.

"You don't see what's wrong?" Poppy laughed. "Blondie thinks that we're a couple now. Soon the whole school will too."

Sparrow shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"

"We're not a couple."

"Maybe we should be," Sparrow said.

Poppy turned to face him, surprise written across her face. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Do you think that I normally wake up at six AM and go sing in the Royal Wing?"

"Are you saying that you woke me up and gave me a headache because you wanted to ask me on a date?"

"You're a pretty cool chick," Sparrow said.

Poppy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sparrow Hood liked her. Why had he never told her this? Why had he never said anything? Why did it take someone else saying something for him to mention it to her? She had a freaking crush on him.

"So, is that a yes or a no?" Sparrow asked.

"Both," Poppy said.

"Both?"

"Yes, I will go on a date with you. No, I will not be your girlfriend. At least, not until we see how this date goes."

Sparrow grinned. "I can live with that."

"Cool."

"Cool."

Poppy looked down at her purple pjs and combat boots. She could feel her hair clinging to her neck and it annoyed her. "I need to go cut my hair. It's really starting to annoy me."

Sparrow smiled. "I knew you weren't actually growing it long."

Poppy smiled back and climbed back in to her dorm room with a wave to Sparrow. As soon as she fell through the window, the door opened, omitting a frantic Holly.

"Sorry, I accidentally grabbed your purse," She stopped and looked at Poppy, who was dusting herself off. "What are you doing?"

Poppy smiled. "Something productive."