Before I start, just a little bit about my crush, Poppy:
like me, she is 16
she is very athletic but loves gymnastics and swimming most
she has long chocolate brown hair and beautiful blue eyes
she is a huge feminist
she is mostly shy but very passionate when defending her friends.
Prologue (How I met her originally. This bit won't be intimate, as it is a few years before.)
I met Poppy when we were 11. At my new school, she was the first to say hi to me and we became close friends after I helped her stand up to a guy who was pushing her around. We had helped each other all the way through school and we were best friends. As we matured, people "shipped" us but we stayed friends, nothing more, nothing less. However, I did notice that I got jealous when she was around other guys. But anyway, let's get on with the set up of the story. I got a text from her one day saying that she wanted to show me something after school. I asked her at school several times but she just told me to go to her house after school.
Part 1 - I arrive.
I walked up to the gate ondering what would happen. I had changed out of my uniform and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I knocked on the door and in about 5 seconds it opened. Poppy answered it and pulled me into a hug.
"Hi, how are you doing? I'm so glad you came!"
She was wearing school uniform - skirt, shirt, knee socks - but I thought her skirt looked a bit shorter than normal.
"What did you want to show me?"
She smiled and began to walk upstairs.
"You'll see!"