The Tapes

Take 10

Poppies

I hear a knock at my door.
"Who is it!"
I Shout as I brush my hair.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

SCOFF

I get up and open the door.

"What do you want!"

He boldly pushes his way into my room walks over sits down a starts spinning around in his chair.

"I'm sorry"
He says. His voice like honey .
He looks back at me and I can tell he means it.

"Well I don't care get out!"

I gesture to the open door.

He gets up and walks over to me.

His hands grabbing hold of my elbows and bending his head down to make I contact with me.

"I'm sorry Poppie, I said I was sorry"

His brown eyes are wet and they glossy.

I pull away.

"Please leave Seven"

I turn away so he can leave.

CRACK

I turn back to see he had punched a hole in the wall.

Oh my God.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY"
he screams in my face.

"What the hell!"

I hear someone shout.
It's the person in the room next to me.
They fly out of their room and is standing in front of me and an angry Seven in a matter of seconds.

"Are you crazy?"

"MIND YOUR OWN FUCĶING BUSINESS"
Seven screams at him, his face red.

They look visibly terrified and walk back to their room.

"Please" He starts again.

This time trying to grab onto my face.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me I didn't mean it"

"You come over here to apologize apologize punch a dam hole into my god dam wall!"

"The wall your mad about the wall!"

He walks over to my desk and grabs a picture I have on the wall and rips out the nail pushes it in and hangs it up to hide the hole.

"There is that better!"

"Yes it is!"
I Shout back.

"Your welcome then!"

"Thanks!"
I want to laugh buy I try my hardest to hold it.

But I can't anymore and start laughing and surprisingly , so does he.

We stand there laughing for a bit .

Until someone walking down the hall slams my door really hard.

And we laugh some more.

People must be really upset. I'll apologize later.

He sits on my bed.

"I really am sorry Poppie"

I sit next to him.
I place my hand on his.

"It's ok I know you are"
Reassuring him.

"I don't know why I do that"

"Do what "

"Act like that"

"Well it's all in the past now."

He gets up and he hugs me.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"For forgiving me, Let me make it up to you."

The next couple of weeks we're together almost everyday.

He may not look like the hugging kind, but that's all he wants to do sometimes.

He's a really good dancer too.

We've spent hours in his room dancing together these past few weeks have been perfect.

He's perfect he's everything I ever wanted.

I love him and I can tell he loves me too although we haven't made it official yet.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

That's all I want to say is that I love him.

I can't stand it when he doesn't come to see me.

I miss him terribly.