large purple coat.
a (vaguely) popcia drabble
A/N; i wrote this silly fic for my creative writing class, and i honestly was very proud of it. popcia undertones if u squint.
Marcia was always an extravagant girl. She had a large purple coat that she wore everywhere, the sleeves and neckline covered in feathers. They were ostrich feathers, which were the cheapest, but no one but her knew that. No one but her needed to know. It wasn't at all expensive, in all honesty, only about 30 dollars from a garage sale downtown. But it made her look fancy, so it became a staple in her wardrobe.
Her face was always adorned with bright blush and a soft pink lipstick. It was her signature look, and everyone around her knew that. It was Tokyo by NYX cosmetics. She'd worn it for years, and she loved how soft and sweet it made her smile. Everyone loved to ask what brand it was, and of course, she always lied. "It's Too Faced," she responded without fail.
She also had these little floral dress that she loved to wear on special occasions. It was a soft robin blue, perfectly ironed and tailored to match her long legs. It fell right above the knee, making sure everyone was able to see the shoes that went along with the dress. "Oh, my dress? It's vintage, but I can't read the label anymore. It was very expensive," she would say. Of course, another lie. Her mother had given it to her many years ago, and it probably wasn’t worth much.
Marcia would never tell anyone how bad things were. She was prim and proper Marcia, not Marcia that could barely afford her rent, much less feed herself and pay for nice things. But of course, the façade never faded, always holding her head up high and scoffing at anything that didn't fit her "expensive tastes."
Poppy was the first person to notice that Marcia was struggling. They worked together, an office job that was just busy work. Filing papers, writing numbers, nothing of interest to most.
"Marcia," Poppy called from her desk. "There's a stain on your coat," she stated plainly, though admiring the texture and color.
"Oh, thank you," Marcia responded, offering the girl across from her a weak smile.
"You know, I had a coat just like that a few years ago. I left it at my parent's house downtown and never saw it again."
Marcia's eyes widened slightly. "Huh, weird," she laughed fakely as she looked away from her, pretending to focus on her work.
Marcia had always assumed that the original owner of the coat was someone that was dead or hadn't really cared to get rid of it. Not that she would end up working with the very girl that it came from.
Poppy couldn’t help but stare at Marcia as she worked, brows furrowing as she looked at the coat. The more she stared, the more she noticed a tiny hole in the seam, which was sewn up with a dark blue thread that didn’t match. Just like her grandmother had done to hers. Huh.
When their work day was over at strictly 5 PM, Marcia stood up from her desk with a strange force, quickly packing her purse as she headed towards the door.
“Hey,” Poppy called, standing up after her. She walked towards Marcia, grabbing the coat and looking at the hem. “It is my coat. My grandmother hemmed this.”
Marcia stared down at Poppy’s hands, legs practically shaking. “I’ll give it back. Just… don’t tell anyone. Please.”
Poppy stood up straight, shaking her head as she walked back to her dress to grab her purse. “Don’t worry about it. It looks better on you anyways.”
Marcia was still horrified, clutching her purse close to her chest. “It’s designer,” she’d say. But it wasn’t. It was a fake Vivienne Westwood she got from eBay.
“If you ever need anything,” Poppy said over her shoulder. “You can ask me. Don’t worry. It’ll be our little secret.”