Chapter V: Hopeful Beginnings
Splashes of sunlight shone in through the window in Percy and Oliver's dorm. A beam of sunlight centered on Oliver's eye. He groaned, and looked over at the clock. It read 11:46 AM. "Percy, wake up. It's almost time for lunch," Oliver said groggily. Percy grunted in reply. "C'mon, Perce. I'm serious. It's quarter 'til twelve," Oliver said, "Oh! I forgot! I have practice! I gotta go!" "Aww...I just got comfy," Percy said, "I've been thinking for the past few days, and, I think I love you, Oliver." Oliver stopped suddenly, frozen in his tracks. "You, you what?" he asked. "I, I think I love you, Oliver," Percy repeated nervously, not sure what his roommate would think. "I have a confession to make; I've had you in my mind for a long time," Oliver confessed. "R, really? You have?" Percy asked, not feeling as nervous. Instead of answering, Oliver returned to Percy's side, and kissed him tenderly. Percy was a little uneasy, but returned the passionate kiss. He wondered if he had made the right decision; cutting off Penelope was a little hard to do, but he did it. He was making a fresh start, and he now had someone in his life that he could trust. Someone who he had known for a long time, who he'd been friends with. The trust in his and Oliver's relationship was powerful. It would prove to strengthen their romantic relationship in the long run.
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"Hey! Penelope! You have class!" a girl called into Penelope's room. There was no answer. "C'mon! I'm serious! Quit moping!" the girl yelled again. Still, no answer. "Okay, this is the last time I'm calling you. Then I'm going to leave your sorry ass in bed!" she spat. "Y'know what?! I couldn't care less what you have to say! So just stay off of my back, bitch!" Penelope cursed, pillow stained with tears. She had cried herself to sleep last night, and was in no mood to be bitched at. "If you knew what happened to me, then you wouldn't be on my back right now! So just leave me alone!" Penelope screamed, burying her head underneath the wet pillow. "I don't need this abuse. I'm out of here," the girl said, and walked off. Who needed her? I don't care if I have class today. I need to be by myself today. Let my teachers get upset," Penelope thought to herself, and with that, she burrowed underneath her covers and tried to rest, and hold back the tears, which were flooding her eyes.
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Splashes of sunlight shone in through the window in Percy and Oliver's dorm. A beam of sunlight centered on Oliver's eye. He groaned, and looked over at the clock. It read 11:46 AM. "Percy, wake up. It's almost time for lunch," Oliver said groggily. Percy grunted in reply. "C'mon, Perce. I'm serious. It's quarter 'til twelve," Oliver said, "Oh! I forgot! I have practice! I gotta go!" "Aww...I just got comfy," Percy said, "I've been thinking for the past few days, and, I think I love you, Oliver." Oliver stopped suddenly, frozen in his tracks. "You, you what?" he asked. "I, I think I love you, Oliver," Percy repeated nervously, not sure what his roommate would think. "I have a confession to make; I've had you in my mind for a long time," Oliver confessed. "R, really? You have?" Percy asked, not feeling as nervous. Instead of answering, Oliver returned to Percy's side, and kissed him tenderly. Percy was a little uneasy, but returned the passionate kiss. He wondered if he had made the right decision; cutting off Penelope was a little hard to do, but he did it. He was making a fresh start, and he now had someone in his life that he could trust. Someone who he had known for a long time, who he'd been friends with. The trust in his and Oliver's relationship was powerful. It would prove to strengthen their romantic relationship in the long run.
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"Hey! Penelope! You have class!" a girl called into Penelope's room. There was no answer. "C'mon! I'm serious! Quit moping!" the girl yelled again. Still, no answer. "Okay, this is the last time I'm calling you. Then I'm going to leave your sorry ass in bed!" she spat. "Y'know what?! I couldn't care less what you have to say! So just stay off of my back, bitch!" Penelope cursed, pillow stained with tears. She had cried herself to sleep last night, and was in no mood to be bitched at. "If you knew what happened to me, then you wouldn't be on my back right now! So just leave me alone!" Penelope screamed, burying her head underneath the wet pillow. "I don't need this abuse. I'm out of here," the girl said, and walked off. Who needed her? I don't care if I have class today. I need to be by myself today. Let my teachers get upset," Penelope thought to herself, and with that, she burrowed underneath her covers and tried to rest, and hold back the tears, which were flooding her eyes.
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