Authors Note: We're basically still in Poppy's memory. When we go back to present day Poppy I'll let you know. J

Disclaimer: I don't own Griffin or any other Jumper related characters that pop up along the way, I do on the other hand own Poppy and every un-Jumper related character, that also pops up along the way.

Chapter two, does the sun shine up at you, when you are looking down?

Poppy closed the backdoor behind her as quietly as possible. She

couldn't wipe the smile off her face. It was too infectious. She flicked the lights three times as instructed then made her way towards the stairs. She felt her way up the banister in the dark, not wanting to wake her grandparents by switching on the light. When she was safely up the stairs and out of their downstairs bedroom sightline, she moved to switch on a table lamp then stopped suddenly. She looked around her in the darkness. She could feel someone watching her. Couldn't she? She scanned the long corridor trying to see down into the dark. She couldn't see anything. If anyone was there they'd easily be able to blend into the shadows. Poppy shook her head, a feeling of discomfort spreading over her body. She switched on the light quickly. Empty, the corridor was completely empty of any other human being. Poppy was the only one standing there. She laughed uneasily. She must have been imagining things, right? She opened her door quickly and slipped inside, firmly shutting it behind her. She moved towards her bed, thoughts of him enveloping her brain. The second he invading her thoughts the smile appeared, she couldn't stop it, and it was surely beginning to bug her. Griffin. He'd said his name was Griffin.

Poppy lay flat on her back staring up at the night sky. He was right, it was beautiful. She'd liked the way he'd talked. He was honest, unlike most of the people that lived in the stupid town. He'd told her so little about him yet asked so much about her. She hadn't told him much, but she had made sure not to lie. She'd told him she lived with her grandparents. She hadn't told him why, and he hadn't ask. It was odd, almost as though he knew what the questions he could ask, and the ones that he couldn't stayed inside his mind. She could tell he was thinking them though, his eyes said it all. He didn't bother trying to hide it either. She turned over on her side, slipping under the covers, she began to think of his appearance. He had worn all black, black jeans, a black leather jacket, black tee shirt and black trainers. It had suited him though, giving him some sort of rebel appearance. His hair was a dirty blonde, and wasn't really short yet wasn't long either, it was kinda messy, but it had suited him. He was a slim build, yet was still visibly strong. And when she'd told him she had to go, he'd stood up to help her and she found herself surprised at his height. He was short, or tall, standing at what she guessed to be about 5'7 or 8''.

She shook her head violently, banishing anymore invading thoughts of him. She closed her eyes and waited for the sleep to wash over. It was as she was falling into a deep slumber she realised she'd forgotten to change.

Poppy awoke in the same clothes she'd worn the day before and cursed herself for forgetting to take them off and even more for being too lazy to then get out of bed and change. She pulled them off quickly making sure she showered before getting dressed. Before picking her clothes she checked the weather out of her bedroom window. The sun was shining brightly and she took this as a sign to choose something summer-y. She choose a yellow mini-sun dress with ditsy print flowers on, with a pair of black skinny jeans. She slipped her feet into a pair of black satin open toed flats. She checked her reflection in her floor length mirror. She couldn't help but smile. She looked good. She was a size six with slight curves, another Asian heritage, the fortune of being skinny. And if you were lucky you still got to look feminine due to the added bonus of a slight cleavage and existent hips.

Poppy left her reflection and made her way out of her room, she bounded merrily down the stairs whistling to herself. She bumped into her Gama as she moved into the kitchen.

"Well hello there little one," Her Gama beamed at her. "You're very cheerful this morning, eh?"

"No more cheerful then usual," Poppy shrugged, pushing her fringe from her eyes.

"Ah, I see," Gama nodded slowly as if she understood.

"You see what?" Poppy questioned.

"I see what I see little one," Gama winked secretively.

Poppy hated it when she did that, treated everything like a major secret, when it was more often then not the most obvious thing. But then that was the most annoying thing about it. The fact that it was so obvious, yet Poppy still hadn't been able to figure it out. Poppy moved past her quickly into the kitchen settling down in her seat she helped herself to some cereal and milk. Gama entered after her, smiling happily to herself. Poppy rolled her eyes as she swallowed a mouthful of food. She found herself looking out of the window, ignoring the constant chatter between her grandparents. Poppy wasn't really sure what she had originally been thinking of but soon enough her mind went straight back to him. Griffin.

"What has made you so happy?" Puppy called out to her, cutting into her thoughts.

"Huh? What? Nothing," Poppy shook her head, getting up from the table she placed her empty bowl in the sink.

"Hmm, I see," he smiled, his brown eyes twinkling.

"Oh, so you see as well?" Poppy turned to them, leaning against the counter top, she folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh course, I see everything," he laughed.

"Do you really?" Poppy rose an eyebrow.

"Well, obviously not everything little war-flower," Puppy shrugged, looking a lot like Poppy had earlier.

Poppy sighed as she made her way to the door. She turned to look at them quickly, taking in their constant happiness. She couldn't happen but question whether, it to, like this town, were completely fake. Were they really happy? Or was it a pretence for her? Pretend to be strong so that she too felt 'secure' in her life and not wobbling dangerously over an edge, so that any sudden movement would send her toppling into darkness. If that were the truth of it, they had failed. But she would never tell them that.

"I'm going out, I said I'm meet Janey today," Poppy informed them.

"Okay then," Her Puppy nodded, "do you have enough money?"

"Yep," Poppy nodded.

"Okay, then have fun war-flower," Puppy waved as she left.

She closed the front door behind as she stepped out into the sunshine. Poppy took in her surroundings. As much as she loved to pretend different, the town was beautiful, almost like a fairy book. So many beautiful places to go and explore. But then there were also the factors for adults too. It really did offer a lot. If you liked feeling like you where locked into a cage with the bubbliest, fakest, human being whose smile seemed to be cracking by the second, leaving you wondering when they where going to finally explode and get all the hatred out in the open. Poppy made her way quickly to the town centre, wanting to get the day other and done with.

Poppy caught a glimpse of herself in a shop window. Her long dark auburn hair was shining brightly in the sun. And she liked that her skin didn't look too pale, or too tanned. She could definitely say she liked her appearance today. She made her way into the park where she knew Janey would be waiting.

Poppy noticed Janey sitting on a bench surrounding a tree, Janey's favourite spot. Poppy made her way over, sitting down beside her 'best'-friend.

"Hello there," Janey smiled. "Got a new pair of shoes, and I think its safe to say I'm in love with them."

"You're in love with every pair of shoes you own." Poppy frowned.

"So?" Janey laughed, a loud shrill fake laugh. "What's your point/?"

"I guess nothing," Poppy sighed, looking down the street.

She saw him at first out of the corner of her eye then he moved directly into her line of vision. Griffin.

"Who?" Janey looked up.

Poppy hadn't realised she'd said his name out loud, and she wished she hadn't as Janey was now looking for the culprit.

"I don't know anyone called Griffin," she frowned. "Is he ne- oh hello."

Bingo. She'd seen him.

"What have we here then? Griffin?" Janey stood up slowly, then ignore Poppy's protests began to make her way towards him, giving Poppy no choice but to move quickly after her.

Griffin was leaning against a tree trunk reading a faded leather book, when a shadow fell across his light. He looked up to find himself looking into a pair of large chocolate brown eyes.

"Hi," The girl smiled seductively at him.

He rose an eyebrow, already knowing what was on her mind.

"Hi yourself," he smiled back, though his smile was a whole lot more casual. That was until he noticed who stepped up beside the girl and his smile grew considerably. Something Janey noticed with annoyance. "Poppy."

"Hi Griffin," Poppy smiled back. "How're yo-"

"I'm Janey," Janey cut in quickly.

"Well, I'm Griffin," he nodded, shaking her hand. "And to answer Poppy's interrupted question. I'm fine today thank you. What about yourself?"

"Hmm, I think I'll be alright," Poppy smiled.

"Well, that's good isn't it?" He was looking and talking to her, and both the girls knew it.

This didn't mean Janey was going to give up. She never did.

"So, Griffin, where are you from?" Janey asked,

"Not here," Griffin answered simply, only looking at her for a few seconds before his gaze went back to Poppy.

"Well that's a given," Janey laughed, another fake laugh.

"Yes it is," Griffin finally turned to look at her, knowing full well this was what she wanted.

"You know, the people here don't really like the city types," Janey smirked taking a step closer.

"Good thing I'm not a city type then isn't it?" Griffin leaned in towards her.

Was he flirting? Poppy was sure, but she had a horrible feeling the answer was yes. She looked away from them both, watching the children in the play area. She decided to keep her attention on that instead of their flirting. She didn't know why but she was crushed. What she didn't know was that it was visible on her turned face, and Griffin noticed.

"So Griffin, what are you doing tonight?" Janey asked as casually as she could master at that present moment.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked, his gliding towards the side of Poppy's face, then back to Janey in disappointment. She still wasn't looking. Luckily for him, he was better at hiding his emotions then Poppy, as Janey didn't notice a thing, and stuff like this was her M.O.

"Because, there's going to be a party, and I think you should come," Janey moved even closer, this Poppy noticed. Yes, she was listening. Just coz she wasn't showing it, didn't mean she wasn't.

Griffin noticed her jaw clench, giving him an opportunity which he took.

"It depends," He sighed, as if he were truly thinking about it.

"On what?" Janey smirk, thinking she had won.

"Whether or not Poppy is going to be there," Griffin too was smirking, but his was caused by the look of surprise of Janey's face. The smirk was well and truly gone. It grew when he saw Poppy's head snap back around to look at him. Her pale green eyes showing as much surprise as Janey's.

Janey recovered quicker.

"Well, I don't know if little miss is going, but I am, so if she doesn't I'll be there to keep you… company." Janey's voice had a spark of seduction in it.

Griffin couldn't help but smile. She had definitely had practice. He laughed to himself before looking back at Poppy.

"Well? Are you going to be there?" He asked.

"Umm…" She didn't know what to say. Yes? No? Maybe? Probably not? She never went to these stupid things. She'd only ever been to about five, which was minuet when you compared it with the record of the others teenagers around here. But for Griffin… "Maybe."

"Well, I'm not going unless you are," he answered simply. "After all, I don't know anyone else."

"Like that would usually stop you." Janey rose an eyebrow.

Griffin decided to ignore her. "Poppy? Come on, don't ruin my evening."

"Okay, I'll go," she nodded.

"Good." He nodded. "Then I'll be there."

"GREAT!" Janey shrieked happily.

Anyone listening would have thought she was the girl called Poppy. Whereas the real Poppy simply nodded.

"Well," Janey breathed happily. "We'll meet you outside the park gates at nine 'o' clock, okay?"

"I'll be there," Griffin nodded.

"Good, now we're gonna go shopping." Janey began to pull Poppy away.

She just managed a "goodbye Griffin." As they walked away, Poppy found herself looking back, and as she had expected, just like the night before. He was gone.