Chapter 4
As Simon finished cleaning the main parts of the room he looked at Penny who was still organizing papers.
"Penny?"
"Yes, Simon?"
"Do you ever feel gloomy and happy at the same time?" Simon asked. Sure he didn't like to dwell on stuff like this but the feeling was lingering in his stomach and chest. It was beginning to annoy him.
"Not particularly… only when Trixie or Agatha are being especially… rude," Penny answered as she set a stack of papers on Simon's desk, "There we go, now time for Baz's papers!"
Simon cringed at Baz's name, figuring he was angry at the black haired vampire for forcing he stay. He began to think. He could leave whenever he wanted but he was still here for some reason. Did he feel guilty? Why was he still here anyways? He mentally groaned and fell on the answer that he was guilty for messing with the dorm again.
"Simon, why are you so red?"
"My stomach and chest feel weird."
"Please don't go off again!" Penny gasped, holding onto Simon's bed sheets for dear life. Simon slowly smiled at her reaction and started to laugh. Penny let out a shaky sigh and smiled at him.
"I'm serious! Simon please it's hard to read your handwriting to organize!"
"I'm not going to go off, Penny. The feeling is… different. It feels like I'm sick to my stomach but lighter… Does that make sense? I dont think it does…"
"Hm… I don't know maybe you should lay down, and I should probably go before Baz comes back. I organized his papers, there wasn't that many," Penny said with a small smile as she sat the small pile of about twenty papers on Baz's desk. Simon nodded to her and she headed towards the door, swishing her cape with a small grin. Simon waved at her again and she looked at him in a caring, mother-like, nature.
"Good luck Simon, I hope you feel better soon."
"Thanks… I hope so too," Simon said, walking back to his bed, which he promptly flopped onto. Penelope sighed and walked out into the hall with a small smile. That boy was truly clueless.
