Lesson to be learnt...if you and your best friend share a sacred place, under NO circumstances take another girl there and get busy❗️They were best friends until they became roommates. Booker Harris is the best goalkeeper in the Championship League. Tired of living in the shadows of his brothers, he’s finally carved his own path.
Poppy McAdams has always been a force of nature, imaginative and creative until the day Booker happened upon her secret hideaway.
They soon became fast friends.
Poppy awakened one day and realised she felt more for him than best friends. Her plan to confess her feelings were derailed. The night she was prepared to confess her feelings to him, he takes someone else to their ‘place’ and she catches him in a compromising position, breaking her heart.
She’d planned to march into his bedroom and declare that they belonged together but as she made her way through the park, approaching the halfway point between their houses, their tree came into view.
She saw someone sitting there and thought it perfect to profess her love for him by their tree! Booker was not alone, but was sitting on a blanket with a girl.
Her heart plummeting as she sees them lie down. His mouth is on hers, and I gasp when I see his hand slide up her skirt.
“Booker, wait.” I instantly recognise her as Sidney Carmichael—one of the more popular girls in school who lives down the street from us.
“Are you sure Poppy means nothing to you? This fort you built out here together seems very special.”
“She’s just a mate is all. I could never look at her the way I look at you.”
I watch in horror as he reaches out to grab the condom, but she holds it back and says, “I love you.”
I turn away, cupping my mouth as tears well in my eyes.
Of all the places Booker could have taken her, he brought her to their sanctuary, their tree. Their sacred place where they made their life decisions.
She abruptly leaves London for University...in Germany. Their parting was awkward, but over the years, they’d gradually started emailing and texting, occasional telephone calls. He could have visited her in Germany, but she was distant about her life. Even her timing when she came home for Christmas seemed intentional because he always happened to be playing elsewhere.
Poppy writes her old time childhood friend Booker with her return plans and he offers her temporary accommodation at his flat.
My Dearest Booker Harris,
I’m emailing to inform you that I’m moving back to London in a couple of weeks. Germany has been lovely, but I miss my home country. I thought you might like to know. ;) -Poppy
Miss Surprising Poppy McAdams,
Wait…wait…What? You’re coming back? Where are you living? Why are you coming back? Did you get a new job? It’s been six years since I laid eyes on you, and you inform me you’re coming back via email? Call me sensitive, but is your mobile broken? -Booker
She’s now returned after a six year absence and gone is the awkward girl from his youth, having been replaced by a stunning woman with secrets, temporarily staying with him until her lease becomes available.
Booker’s offer was awfully sweet and incredibly unexpected, but commuting would have been a nightmare, and his flat is very close to the school. Booker was her best friend and she hadn’t seen him since she was nineteen. What better way to reconnect with an old friend than to move in with him for an extended period of time?
They never crossed that line of friendship as he watched his brothers break countless girls’ hearts. Each time he started to get attached to one of their girlfriends, they’d vanish, never to be seen again.
He keeps his inner circle limited to family. Caring about too many people increases the risk of heartbreak. Poppy’s the only real friend he has other than family or teammates. He’d felt a sense of defection when she said she was leaving (she’d felt betrayed that he took a girl to a place she’d felt a connection to), she left and he immersed himself into football.
She’s no longer in love with Booker. They’re best friends and nothing more, which is a relief as her eighteen-year-old self was a deluded cow. She almost ruined everything by sharing those silly feelings. She was such an imaginative child that she warped basic acts of friendship into acts of true love.
Booker is emotionally insecure and stunted. She declared her feelings and he’s consumed with losing her friendship, this isn’t merely an act of being
friend-zoned but an entire region.
Vi’s reverse psychology:::
“What responsibility are you referring to exactly?”
“Being a family man, we just talked about all the issues you have because of Mum’s death. You’re clearly not emotionally capable of being in love, let alone being a father. You need to have an open heart. And if you can’t love Poppy, you won’t be able to love the baby.”
“What the hell are you going on about? You sound completely mental!”
“Well I’m just saying. Loving a baby is hard. They don’t give you much to go on.”
“I love Rocky,”
“Well, now maybe. She’s older and she smiles and giggles. That makes it easier. As newborns, they take and take and take.”
“You’ve completely lost it, Vi. I loved Rocky the second she was born.”
“Booker, I know you. And I know what’s best for you. Take my advice here. You’re better off this way. I’m sure Poppy will let you be a part of the baby’s life in some small way.”
“@#$ that! I don’t want some small way.”
“But it’s what’s best,” she states firmly.
“For whom exactly?”
“For everyone. If you’re not terrified of losing Poppy every day of your life, she’s not the one for you.” I huff out a laugh and begin pacing.
“Poppy, I never slept with Sidney out here. She told me she loved me and tried to use sex to manipulate me into saying things I didn’t feel. The second she did, I knew we were over. I never slept with her that night or any night. I’ve never said those words to her or anyone who isn’t family. Ever. Sidney asked me to bring her out here because I would never shut up about you. I took her to that hospital charity last year because you weren’t here, and Sidney feels safe because I feel nothing for her. The whole time you were in Germany, I never settled down with anyone because they weren’t you. I’ve certainly never brought them to Harris Sunday dinners. I need you to know that you’re different.”
“I believe I’m different, Booker, but only because we’re best friends and that’s all.”
Honestly, I wouldn’t want him even if gift-wrapped, as his redemption was delayed and forcibly extracted from him.