Poppy Playtime Stuff Novels & Stories

"I'm going to have this baby. I'll just have to...figure it out." Roxy grinned broadly. "Then I'm going to be an Auntie for real!" The following Friday, Poppy tucked her bag into her locker in the back of Cuppa Joe and tied a black apron around her waist. It was the end of her first week, and she found that she enjoyed the atmosphere of the place. While she'd assumed she'd be working early mornings, for her first week, she'd been given evening hours. Of the five days she'd worked so far, live music had been scheduled for three of them. Patrons tended to be laid-back, ordering their lattes and baked goods while relaxing to folksy coffee house music played on acoustic guitars by local mus

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

I just ignore her calls and go about my day, I don’t have time for the bullshit. I heard that Poppie got fired from the temp agency. Word on the street is that she’s been hanging out with Marcus having these ’play parties ’cause she needs money. I also heard she may be strung out as well. If that is true, I really need to find her because she needs to get clean in order to work. It was early in the morning by the time I reached Poppie’s apartment. If she ain’t got a job, then she should be at home, I thought. I walked up the steps and rang her doorbell. I could hear her coming down the stairs to open the door.

Clara hissed as she reapplied the sunscreen. “He’s good looking though. I can stand whatever ego he carries so far there is beauty to behold.” “That’s you, Jane. You like everyone.” Clara watched as the four girls pitched their beach umbrellas and seats. They waved back at people who waved at them. They chattered loudly and whined their waists to the music that boomed from the loud speaker they brought along. They screamed as others join them in dancing. It was always party mood with the Smiths.

Jack thought for a while. "But I don’t have his change of clothes". Jack said as a matter of fact. "That we can buy from the same mall. What do you say? Na na na na". Daniel held his hands pleading. Jack laughed at his puppy eyes. He softly smacked his forehead. "Okay. We have 2 more hours to fetch him from kindergarten. And I got to finish a meeting. Meanwhile you check for the new promotions okay? Model suggested? Everything finalized"? Jack stood up to get to the files coordinating with Daniel who was back into professional mode. Explaining and discussing the ideas for the new Beauty Products launch.

The server had been my performer for the evening. He had lost. I had basically re-staged the party I had reminded Jade of with the grapes and honey. But this time, there were ten participants on the board, not four. And the guests were older, more mature, not as overzealous as the first set I had hosted. There was honey, there was wine, but no grapes. Toys were used instead, and the players had lasted longer. It had been a fun three hours, but it had not been the same.

The hours until bedtime were an eternity of forced normalcy. Lynn sat through dinner, pushing food around his plate, his mind a thousand miles away. Caius, absorbed in his own thoughts or perhaps deliberately ignoring him, said little. Every casual glance from James felt like an accusation. The tiny storage card, hidden in his music player, seemed to burn a hole in his pocket, a radioactive secret threatening to expose him.

♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>> LUCY POV <<< It was nighttime in the city, but some people were still scuttling around —It was 6:29 PM. Meanwhile, in a well-known bar in the city... Some people are inside the bar and hip-hop music was screeching in the atmosphere. I was sitting on a chair and Poppy was seating opposite me and we were both having a few discussions with each other, while at the same time having two bottles of vodka drinks together.

November let her go roughly and she staggered on Bora, then she got her earpiece. "Go play with toys, I'm not your mate" she said and used the earpiece wire on both of them. "My arm!!" Bora screamed, rubbing it as she shifted back from her. The wire got Poppy's tummy since she's wearing a crop top which has her tummy exposed. "My handbook costs 150 dollars" she said, spreading her palm. "150 dollars!" She yelled and someone else placed the money on her palm. She looked at the guy and her expression changed.

Dante stood beside me, hands in his pockets, looking almost sheepish. "Is this okay?" "It's perfect." "Marco suggested it. Said we should turn the place where everything went wrong into something good." I leaned into his side. "Marco is smarter than both of us." "Don't tell him that. His ego is already unbearable." I looked around at the bright walls, the new windows, the teenagers playing basketball in the back lot. This was the future. Not blood and secrets and whispered threats, but something open. Something honest. "You've changed," I said.