ii fanfiction 2

i already posted this on ao3 so here The weather had never been so in sync with my emotions. Raindrops fell silently, as if it was a background for the romantic kissing-in-the-storm scene towards the climax of a movie. I had every candle lit and every lamp switched on in their bedroom with a mahogany red comforter, pillows, and a small crochet blanket made by Candle covering my bed. A dark blue backpack and rollerskates sat beside the pale, wooden dresser I personalized with stickers, sketches, and the occasional poster to the side. I finally sat on my bed criss-cross, homemade craft adorned sketchbook in hand. That sketchbook had been my first and only at the moment— it spanned so many years, from when I drew out their mood-board for who I would like to be to the last drawing I did describing who I was in the past. I finally opened up the midnight sky colored sketchbook, flipping to a page towards the back. I grabbed my laptop before opening a music app to play soft love songs — I could swear the gentle melodies reminded them of the person I knew and definitely loved — a special someone dressed in overalls and jewelry. My mind rotated through different scenarios between the two ; them going to the skating rink, the library— maybe my bedroom, but I knew that that would be way farther down the line. My hand seemed to move on its own, sketching in a graphite drawing of them two, sharing a moment that I awfully wanted to experience, embrace, and remember. I signed the sketch (even though nobody would see it.. maybe Fan, he always sees random stuff I leave thrown around.) and I laid back on the pillow, holding the sketchbook so dearly to them across their chest. Poppy was everything to me. Too bad they were caught in the same reputation as a criminal — I couldn’t imagine being seen as somebody you definitely aren’t. Test Tube always warned me that Poppy was eventually going to pick up the same egotist habits that Cobs had, but I knew that my mother was just being overly cautious, especially because of Poppy’s ties to a mastermind behind bars. However, I couldn’t stress enough that they would never act like that— they were seemingly cheerful and fun, a perfect match. Poppy would never, right? It’s not like I could actually do anything horrible at their age. We were both sixteen, the worst Poppy could do was get high and drunk at some party. It’s not like I was even slightly interested in that— if I weren’t comfortable, I knew that they wouldn’t push my boundaries. Stars began to paint the evening sky, the sun’s rule ending. Crickets began to chirp as mosquitoes hummed outside their window, as birds flew away to attend to their children. I almost wished Poppy would see the quiet drawings of the two together. We had kissed once— it was only on the cheek, though. Did Poppy even like me back? We kissed, so they must, right? What if Poppy isn’t how they seem? What if Test Tube’s right? What if Poppy didn’t picture me the same way?