Poppy’s face burned brighter than ever. Man, why did she always have to make a fool of herself? Poppy smiled lopsidedly and willed the redness to go away, though it stayed for a substantial amount of time…at least enough time for Belle to see. To change the situation, Poppy grabbed Belle’s hand and began to pull her towards the dorm rooms. 

“So, um, do you, uh, have any dogs? I don’t, but I like dogs. Well, actually, I, um, am more of a cat-person. But dogs are cool too. All God’s creatures and stuff, so, uh, yeah. Well is this your dorm room right here? Or is it here? Uh, or, uh, here?” It was like word vomit. Poppy couldn’t stop. The words just kept coming and coming, over and over again.

“Damn.” Poppy muttered under her breath, twirling on her foot so fast that Belle ran into her back. Poppy was the heavier of the two, however, and so they toppled to the floor with Poppy on top. 

The first thought that entered Poppy’s mind was: _shit, shit, shit, shit._ The next? _God, I’m crushing her._ And the last thought? _Man, her cheek is warm._ And it was. It was insanely warm on Poppy’s lips, like a furnace burning through the pink flesh and Poppy felt like her lips were snuggling under a blanket, near a fireplace, with a full cup of hot chocolate. Poppy was so preoccupied with the warmness, that she forgot that she was crushing a poor girl underneath her.