Page 17 of Five Summers

“Oops, sorry. It just slips out sometimes. This show gets crazy.”

With her eyes still on me, I move my hand to the back of the lounge, letting it rest there just behind her neck. I'm curious to see how much I can get away with before she snaps and tells me to fuck off.

Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, her body subtly trembling as she senses my presence. In an effort to steady herself, she takes a deep breath before refocusing her attention back on the television.

Ahh… yes. It appears that even this princess is susceptible to my charms. Only she’s much better at disguising her true feelings than the others.

I pull my arm back to finish my mac and cheese and focus on the television. Watching these crazy bimbos do some messed up shit to each other is entertaining, and kind of amusing.

It's kinda weird how women can be so mean to each other, like Jade and the girls at school. They're just tearing each other down to boost their own egos.

Before I even realize it, I have become totally invested in the show.

If anyone caught me here with Poppy, eating her mac and cheese and watching The RealHousewives, I’d deny that shit in a heartbeat.

As the show comes to an end, a smile spreads across my face, while Poppy bursts into uncontrollable laughter, amused by the women's sadistic behavior.

The sound of her laughter catches me off guard, like a beautiful melody. It's strange that after all these years of going to school with her, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her laugh.

That’s because dipshit you don’t have anything to do with her.

With the credits rolling, Poppy leans forward, setting her bowl on the table.

“Should we watch another one or do you have to go?”

I pick up on the hopeful undertone. It's a good sign - she doesn't want me to go. But I can't hang out with her all night. That's not my thing. If I wanna get this show started, it's time for me to make my move.

“Yeah, but first I want to ask you something?” I move my arm back on the couch, right behind her neck.

“Yeah,” she says looking confused.

She shifts around on the couch to face me. There's a sexy view of her tits through the slight opening in her shirt.

“So, what did you want to ask me?” she says, her voice quivering with uncertainty.

“What went down between you and your mom the other night?”

Pulling her legs in close, she wraps her arms tightly around them, seeking comfort, creating a protective barrier around her.

“My mom is always nagging me to go to college and study aged care, just like her.”

“And that’s not something you want.”

“No. Not at all.”

“So, what is it you want to do then, Princess?”

She throws me a “screw you” look but continues to answer my question.

“Well,” she says. “Whenever I think about my future, it's all about music. Not in a band or anything like that. But music for children. Musical therapy is a great way to improve the lives of disabled children. I wanna start an organization and make a difference in kids' lives with music.”

“Do you even know how to play an instrument?”

“Yes, asshole. Of course, I know how to play. My dad taught me when I was little. He played in a band.”

“No way, seriously? How did I not know that?”

Because dickhead, Poppy slipped under your radar. Like she does with everyone else, all except Jade and her bitches.

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