Electric Blue
Chapter One;
Chapter One;
(Poppy’s P.O.V)
In the beginning, life was regular, normal. It had its ups and its downs, its round and rounds but in a matter of (what seems like) seconds shit got real.
I guess I’ll start with telling you a little bit about myself.
My name is Poppy, I’m 26 years old and have lived a pretty interesting lifestyle. I’m a small person, measuring up at about 5’ nothing, I have black hair and green eyes. I have had a lot of friends come and go, life experiences, life lessons and heard many great stories from some very intelligent, well versed people. But let’s start at the top.
Laretta.
She was my best friend for only a short few years. She was beautiful, the longest blonde hair you’ve ever seen, almost like Rapunzel, green eyes, just like mine and olive skin. She was soft spoken, opinionated, kind and downright fucking hilarious.
We met at a midnight full moon festival by the beach. She was dancing to the sound of hundreds of bongos by the fire, I spotted her almost a mile away and knew she was the person I wanted to be friends with. But I was a little bit shy, and wasn’t really one to know how to approach people and kept on with the night. Hours later, the rain set in and everyone packed up their belongings and headed back to their caravans and tents. I’d always loved the rain and took this opportunity to have some time alone, to meditate on the beach. To me this was a perfect experience, rain, sand, the sound of waves.
I found a perfect spot right by the water, sat down and closed my eyes.
It would have had to be about twenty minutes or so later, just as I was ready to open my eyes, I heard footsteps in the sand. So I continued with my eyes closed, focused on the elements around me, this was practice for my concentration.
I was done now, after another ten minutes. I couldn’t help but feel there was a presence around me, not like eyes watching or anything, just energy.
I slowly opened up my eyes and wiped the rain away.
“hello,” she whispered, so I didn’t startle.
I looked to my right, “Hi,” there Laretta sat, eyes closed, legs crossed just like I had a second before. She took a deep breath in, then out and opened her eyes,
holding her hand out. I held my hand out and touched hers.
“Laretta,” she said, my hand tight in her grip.
“Poppy,” I smiled back.
“I hope you don’t mind me coming and joining you. I saw you come down here earlier and curiosity got the best of me. When I saw you meditating i just couldn’t help myself. I think it’s really important to share energies with other people.”
"Anytime.” Surely I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, just at the irony and I guess magnetism of the situation. It wasn’t long before we were getting to know each other, laughing and trading stories. She told me about a rock pool just up from where we were that I’d never seen and the weather was muggy so we took a walk up there. The full moon was reflecting off the crystal clear water perfectly. Perfect for swimming. I took off my jacket, and long pants. –SPLASH- the water was as beautiful as it looked, “you coming in?”
“I guess I kind of have to now, don’t I.” she laughed. Whoops, she was soaked.
“Sorry,”
“You will be,” Laretta dunked me, “getting cheeky are we miss?”
“Depends,”
“on what exactly?” her tone was slightly serious now, and the atmosphere was different. She approached me and took off her singlet, now reaching to do the same with mine. ‘No this can’t be happening,’. I mean I knew this girl was making a move on me, but I honestly believed this relationship couldn’t already be going the way it was going. It scared me and intrigued me at the same time. I’d never thought about another girl in a sexual manner before, and it all seemed a little bit rushed and sudden, I’d just met her.
“Just relax, you look like I’m about to rape you or something,” I slowly raised my arms letting her take my singlet off, so we were in our bra’s.
“There you go, feel free now?”
“Much better,” I smiled. We went back to splashing and laughing. I suddenly had hatred for myself thinking that she was making a move on me. I’d already put an untrue label and expectation on someone I’d just met. I felt disgusted that I could simply, as easy as that see sex when I look at someone. I definitely wasn’t a prude but I wasn’t used to that feeling. It made me feel dirty.
“Are you okay?” fuck. Another bad habit of mine was deep thinking in times like that. I’d still be laughing and smiling and going along with what was happening but my eyes would change, you could see I was distant. I didn’t want her to let on what was going on. She’d think I was crazy.
“Yeah, all good, a little distracted, sorry.”
“If you’re feeling uncomfortable that we are both half naked, feel free to put your clothes back on, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, not at all.” Conviction, yes I nailed it. I wasn’t at all uncomfortable with this. In fact, I was starting to like it just a little. I guess you can blame hormones for that, or natural instinct, it brought something out in me that I’d never felt. A magnetic attraction, lust, whatever.
It was getting well into the morning now, you could see the distant glow just before the sun peeks up behind the horizon. We were still at the rock pool, feet in the water. We were drinking a bottle of wine that Laretta had fetched from her site an hour before. Her life was great, she was free, had her own van that she travelled around in, had no responsibilities, and still had a great family at home whenever she needed it. As well as a great family on the road. Freedom. I thought I knew what freedom felt like, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
It had been silent while the sun had come up. So silent and beautiful that even the surfers had stopped, just to gaze at the beauty of the purple sky.
“You should come with me,” Laretta whispered, yet again.
“Where are we going?”
“Wherever we feel like.”
“We could go get a coffee? It’s been a big night.”
“haha, Poppy, you’re so sweet. I’m talking about on the road. There’s plenty of room, and if you don’t like it, I’ll be more than happy to take you wherever it is you’re supposed to be.”
I didn’t know how to take this and to leave my life behind and start a new one on the road. I was excited as hell, and it scared me half to death. I mean on a life scale, this girl was a stranger, I didn’t know if I could trust her properly. But fuck it, the way she made me feel with her presence alone that night was more life than I’d ever felt before. She was fun, exciting, intelligent, had ten times more life experience than I’d had and I thought, ‘why not’. There was also an underlying feeling in there which had an impact on my decision and it’s taken me until now to recognize it. I loved this woman, I had an undying lust for her that was like sexual tension but had the strongest resentment for myself, because she was such a great friend, and as far as I knew I was straight, and I believed that I could love her as a friend. I wanted to protect her, make her feel loved, respect her.
“You know what, that’s the best idea I think I’ve heard in a long time. Definitely, I would love nothing more. But first, I have an idea.” I ran down the sand into the crashing waves. I came back up to the surface to call out, there was no sight of Laretta. I was a little confused; maybe I was the one who pushed it too far and she suddenly regretted asking me to come with her. I slowly rode the waves back into shore, still looking around like she’d come back. What was the point really, it didn’t matter, it was easier saying goodbye now then later down the track. I reached the shore, sat down with my toes in the sand. I knew she hadn’t gone far, the campsite was only five minutes up the beach but what was the point really, she was obviously done with whatever our eight hour relationship had been. It had been a good ten minutes I’d been arguing with myself whether or not to go and find Laretta, or whether she would come back. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw her, running into the waves, bra off, bottle of wine in hand, she was only knee-deep.
“Poppy! Are you coming? This was your idea remember.”
Where the fuck did she go for ten minutes? I ran in after her, snatching the bottle, from her lips and guzzling it down. “I got more wine,” she panted.
“Well you could have told me you know.”
“Ok miss bossy pants. If this is what I’m in for while we are travelling then get it all out now. I live free remember.” She laughed.
“I couldn’t help but glance down a few times at her naked chest. It was mainly curiosity for me, and a little bit of jealousy that she had the guts to do something like that. Luckily for me I didn’t make it obvious and soon I became used to it, like she had her shirt on.
We finished our bottle and swam nearly all day. We dried off, put our sand covered clothes back on and headed back, showered and changed before getting on the road.
(Poppy’s P.O.V)
In the beginning, life was regular, normal. It had its ups and its downs, its round and rounds but in a matter of (what seems like) seconds shit got real.
I guess I’ll start with telling you a little bit about myself.
My name is Poppy, I’m 26 years old and have lived a pretty interesting lifestyle. I’m a small person, measuring up at about 5’ nothing, I have black hair and green eyes. I have had a lot of friends come and go, life experiences, life lessons and heard many great stories from some very intelligent, well versed people. But let’s start at the top.
Laretta.
She was my best friend for only a short few years. She was beautiful, the longest blonde hair you’ve ever seen, almost like Rapunzel, green eyes, just like mine and olive skin. She was soft spoken, opinionated, kind and downright fucking hilarious.
We met at a midnight full moon festival by the beach. She was dancing to the sound of hundreds of bongos by the fire, I spotted her almost a mile away and knew she was the person I wanted to be friends with. But I was a little bit shy, and wasn’t really one to know how to approach people and kept on with the night. Hours later, the rain set in and everyone packed up their belongings and headed back to their caravans and tents. I’d always loved the rain and took this opportunity to have some time alone, to meditate on the beach. To me this was a perfect experience, rain, sand, the sound of waves.
I found a perfect spot right by the water, sat down and closed my eyes.
It would have had to be about twenty minutes or so later, just as I was ready to open my eyes, I heard footsteps in the sand. So I continued with my eyes closed, focused on the elements around me, this was practice for my concentration.
I was done now, after another ten minutes. I couldn’t help but feel there was a presence around me, not like eyes watching or anything, just energy.
I slowly opened up my eyes and wiped the rain away.
“hello,” she whispered, so I didn’t startle.
I looked to my right, “Hi,” there Laretta sat, eyes closed, legs crossed just like I had a second before. She took a deep breath in, then out and opened her eyes,
holding her hand out. I held my hand out and touched hers.
“Laretta,” she said, my hand tight in her grip.
“Poppy,” I smiled back.
“I hope you don’t mind me coming and joining you. I saw you come down here earlier and curiosity got the best of me. When I saw you meditating i just couldn’t help myself. I think it’s really important to share energies with other people.”
"Anytime.” Surely I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, just at the irony and I guess magnetism of the situation. It wasn’t long before we were getting to know each other, laughing and trading stories. She told me about a rock pool just up from where we were that I’d never seen and the weather was muggy so we took a walk up there. The full moon was reflecting off the crystal clear water perfectly. Perfect for swimming. I took off my jacket, and long pants. –SPLASH- the water was as beautiful as it looked, “you coming in?”
“I guess I kind of have to now, don’t I.” she laughed. Whoops, she was soaked.
“Sorry,”
“You will be,” Laretta dunked me, “getting cheeky are we miss?”
“Depends,”
“on what exactly?” her tone was slightly serious now, and the atmosphere was different. She approached me and took off her singlet, now reaching to do the same with mine. ‘No this can’t be happening,’. I mean I knew this girl was making a move on me, but I honestly believed this relationship couldn’t already be going the way it was going. It scared me and intrigued me at the same time. I’d never thought about another girl in a sexual manner before, and it all seemed a little bit rushed and sudden, I’d just met her.
“Just relax, you look like I’m about to rape you or something,” I slowly raised my arms letting her take my singlet off, so we were in our bra’s.
“There you go, feel free now?”
“Much better,” I smiled. We went back to splashing and laughing. I suddenly had hatred for myself thinking that she was making a move on me. I’d already put an untrue label and expectation on someone I’d just met. I felt disgusted that I could simply, as easy as that see sex when I look at someone. I definitely wasn’t a prude but I wasn’t used to that feeling. It made me feel dirty.
“Are you okay?” fuck. Another bad habit of mine was deep thinking in times like that. I’d still be laughing and smiling and going along with what was happening but my eyes would change, you could see I was distant. I didn’t want her to let on what was going on. She’d think I was crazy.
“Yeah, all good, a little distracted, sorry.”
“If you’re feeling uncomfortable that we are both half naked, feel free to put your clothes back on, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, not at all.” Conviction, yes I nailed it. I wasn’t at all uncomfortable with this. In fact, I was starting to like it just a little. I guess you can blame hormones for that, or natural instinct, it brought something out in me that I’d never felt. A magnetic attraction, lust, whatever.
It was getting well into the morning now, you could see the distant glow just before the sun peeks up behind the horizon. We were still at the rock pool, feet in the water. We were drinking a bottle of wine that Laretta had fetched from her site an hour before. Her life was great, she was free, had her own van that she travelled around in, had no responsibilities, and still had a great family at home whenever she needed it. As well as a great family on the road. Freedom. I thought I knew what freedom felt like, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
It had been silent while the sun had come up. So silent and beautiful that even the surfers had stopped, just to gaze at the beauty of the purple sky.
“You should come with me,” Laretta whispered, yet again.
“Where are we going?”
“Wherever we feel like.”
“We could go get a coffee? It’s been a big night.”
“haha, Poppy, you’re so sweet. I’m talking about on the road. There’s plenty of room, and if you don’t like it, I’ll be more than happy to take you wherever it is you’re supposed to be.”
I didn’t know how to take this and to leave my life behind and start a new one on the road. I was excited as hell, and it scared me half to death. I mean on a life scale, this girl was a stranger, I didn’t know if I could trust her properly. But fuck it, the way she made me feel with her presence alone that night was more life than I’d ever felt before. She was fun, exciting, intelligent, had ten times more life experience than I’d had and I thought, ‘why not’. There was also an underlying feeling in there which had an impact on my decision and it’s taken me until now to recognize it. I loved this woman, I had an undying lust for her that was like sexual tension but had the strongest resentment for myself, because she was such a great friend, and as far as I knew I was straight, and I believed that I could love her as a friend. I wanted to protect her, make her feel loved, respect her.
“You know what, that’s the best idea I think I’ve heard in a long time. Definitely, I would love nothing more. But first, I have an idea.” I ran down the sand into the crashing waves. I came back up to the surface to call out, there was no sight of Laretta. I was a little confused; maybe I was the one who pushed it too far and she suddenly regretted asking me to come with her. I slowly rode the waves back into shore, still looking around like she’d come back. What was the point really, it didn’t matter, it was easier saying goodbye now then later down the track. I reached the shore, sat down with my toes in the sand. I knew she hadn’t gone far, the campsite was only five minutes up the beach but what was the point really, she was obviously done with whatever our eight hour relationship had been. It had been a good ten minutes I’d been arguing with myself whether or not to go and find Laretta, or whether she would come back. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw her, running into the waves, bra off, bottle of wine in hand, she was only knee-deep.
“Poppy! Are you coming? This was your idea remember.”
Where the fuck did she go for ten minutes? I ran in after her, snatching the bottle, from her lips and guzzling it down. “I got more wine,” she panted.
“Well you could have told me you know.”
“Ok miss bossy pants. If this is what I’m in for while we are travelling then get it all out now. I live free remember.” She laughed.
“I couldn’t help but glance down a few times at her naked chest. It was mainly curiosity for me, and a little bit of jealousy that she had the guts to do something like that. Luckily for me I didn’t make it obvious and soon I became used to it, like she had her shirt on.
We finished our bottle and swam nearly all day. We dried off, put our sand covered clothes back on and headed back, showered and changed before getting on the road.