ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

TWENTY FIVE

penelope

"so, lay it all out. right here. right now." bree demands, mouth full of waffle.

i pick around at my plate. waffle house isn't appetizing unless you're severely drunk or violently hungover. i am neither of those things so when they lay the pathetic looking scrambled eggs and bacon out in front of me, my stomach churns.

morgan moans when the chocolate chip waffle touches her tongue. i cringe. that does not even look appetizing.

"penelope, hello!" bree waves her hand in front of my face.

i shake my head, coming to and smiling at her. "it was nothing."

she gives me a side eye. "when we got here you and trevor weren't getting along. this morning he brings you back to the apartment and you're practically swallowing each others faces. it's something."

i sigh, looking to morgan for back up. she's no help. "it's something, p." morgan nods.

i sigh, knowing i'm not getting out of this. "the last night in the maldives i caught trevor telling his groupchat all about our hookups even though i asked him not to,"

bree and morgan look at each other then back to me. "and i know! you don't have to tell me-it was a stupid reason to ghost him for two months, i get it. i just don't like having my boundaries crossed."

bree let's put a light laugh, morgan following suit. i furrow my eyebrows. what do they know that i don't? they start laughing in sync.

"oh penelope, i fully understand and agree you had a reason to be mad at him for doing specifically what you asked him not to." bree continues laughing.

"i feel a 'but' coming on." i reply.

"but," morgan adds. "i think you ghosted him for two months because you were afraid you were getting too attached."

i think about it for a moment. is that why i ghosted him? i mean i enjoy trevor's presence a lot. but i don't think i'm attached to him.

"what are you two anyway?" morgan asks, finishing off her waffle.

i think about it for a moment. i don't even know what we are. "we're trevor and penelope."

"that is the stupidest god damn answer you've ever given me." morgan rolls her eyes.

i shrug. "i'm being truthful! i mean-we haven't talked about it."

"yeah because whenever you two are together there isn't much talking going on." bree smirks. "just lots of sex."

i giggle but playfully roll my eyes to the back of my head. she's not wrong. i pick my fork up and stab at my eggs for the second time. i immediately spit them out when i realize they've run cold and now they're even worse than they were before. bree gives me a look.

"not good?"

"is anything ever good at waffle house?" i reply, reaching into my purse to throw cash down on the table so we can get out of this greasy, cigarette smelling restaurant.

"yes." morgan and bree reply at the same time.

-

when we get back to my apartment i start feeling extremely emotional when i see bree and morgan bringing their bags to my front door. i have a cloud of guilt looming over my head that i was a bad host. bree takes notice of my sad face.

"p, do not be sad! this weekend was amazing! you and trev made up, we got to get absolutely hammered, meet celeste, you took us to waffle house, and we even had amazing se-"