When The Time Comes...

Chapter 2

Hello once again, readers. I want to thank all of those who like and follow me on here. To recap what happened in my last chapter, Sherman called up Penny to explain his problem to her and to see if she could help. However, Mr. Peabody was listening in and reveals himself near to the end of there conversation. Penny was home alone and asked if she could stay the night and Mr. Peabody gave in, but made Sherman sleep in his room. So here's the second chapter and enjoy.

When Mr. Peabody woke up, he looked at the pallet on the floor next to his bed to see if Sherman stayed in the pallet. He did, but he found Penny sleeping with him. Sherman had his arms around Penny and their foreheads were touching. Mr. Peabody couldn't help but smile.

'Ah, young love. So beautiful.'

"All right, get up you two. Time to go to school." Mr. Peabody said, awakening them. Sherman groaned,

"Just a few minutes, Mr. Peabody." Sherman pleaded sleepily. Penny stirred and moved closer to him. Mr. Peabody sighed and gave them five more minutes.

*THE NIGHT BEFORE*

Penny awoke suddenly, crying and breathing hard.

"Sherman, Sherman." She kept whimpering. She got up from the sofa and quietly went to check on Sherman. She found the door to Mr. Peabody's room open a little and so she slipped in and found Sherman sleeping peacefully on the blanketed mattress.

Penny dropped to her knees, relieved that he was still there, and started crying again.

"Penny, what is it?" Sherman said groggily, sat up, and looked at her. Her crying had waked him up. Penny quickly embraced him and held it.

"Could I sleep with you tonight, Sherman?" Penny asked, wiping away her tears. Sherman was surprised she would ask such a thing.

"Uh, yeah, sure." He replied after a moment's hesitation.

"Thanks." Penny crawled into the pallet and touched Sherman's forehead with hers. Sherman smiled when he heard Penny's soft, steady breathing, telling him that she was asleep.

"Sweet dreams, Penny." Sherman muttered and fell asleep.

*IN THE MORNING*

Mr. Peabody walked back into his bedroom. "Your five minutes are over. Get up." He shook the thirteen year-olds from the sleep. Sherman rubbed his eyes.

"Could we just not go to school today, Mr. Peabody." Sherman suggested, yawning. Mr. Peabody rolled his eyes.