GOOD GIRLS; jmrf ✓

097. you're very sweet

G O O D G I R L S,
chapter ninety-seven

third person.

"hey cece.." jude softly smiled as he wandered into the kitchen after having a shower back at his place.

"hey jude," she returned the gesture as she continued to chop up the vegetables for the dish she was making for dinner. "thanks for keeping leo out of my hair all afternoon."

"it's no problem," he shrugged. "um i have question.. are we doing anything tomorrow night for penny?"

"yes, penny's going with her friends after school to watch the eras tour movie then once she's home we're going to a semi fancy restaurant in the city," she explained. "you're invited, of course. why do you ask?"

"of course, it was a silly question," he somewhat awkwardly chuckled. "i.. would like to take.. your daughter on a date.."

"mh," cecelia softly hummed while nodding.

"i wasn't sure if you take leo out trick or treating and celebrate penny another day or something.. thought i might as well ask just in case.."

"we usually do go out either tonight or the first, but since it's her eighteenth and the kids really doesn't need chocolate, we're gonna cramp it all in," she answered, receiving a nod from the teen. "you may take penelope on a date whenever you'd like and that she agrees to, but not tomorrow night, it's a special birthday."

"no, of course, i understand," he replied.

cecelia soon grabbing her phone, reading the text from her eldest son. "hey jude.. do you know how to drive?"

"uh i.. do.. but i don't.. think i can.. here.."

"opposite side off the road," she said to herself as the realisation came to her mind.

"did you need something?"

"ollie's not coming home for dinner now and so he can't pick up penny from work, and dinner's going to end up being very late cause i can't start it till i'm back-"

"let me cook dinner," he politely interrupted. "i'd love to help and i love to cook. what are we making?"

"spaghetti and meatballs"

"oh easy. if you could help me grab everything out and show me how to use your stove before you leave i've got it under control."

"i can.. but veges' need to be diced fine before being mixed into the mince because one kid won't eat it if he can see them, and meatballs the size of a quarter cause another won't eat them if they're too big.."

"i don't know what a quarter looks like, but i'm sure i can work it out," he chuckled. "seriously though, it's fine, i've got it."

"thank you jude," she replied. "i appreciate the help."

"anytime"

while some of the davis' were already asleep and the rest were winding down from the day, penelope and jude were laying in her bed talking after he had convinced her to stay up till midnight for her birthday.

"mom said earlier that you're very sweet," she spoke with a smile as she looked into his eyes.

"she wanted me to go pick you up but i couldn't so i had to offer the next best option," he shrugged.

"do you like cooking?" she questioned as he nodded. "you mentioned earlier about doing it.. in.. jail.."

"i cooked all the time before then. i find it so fascinating, like isn't it crazy that you can change one ingredient or literally shape it a different way and it's a whole different meal- it's fun experimenting and not following recipes to a tee."

"do you want to be a chef?"

"at the moment yeah, who knows what that might change to," he chuckled. "..what do you wanna do?"

"something like.. music management wise, like the planning side of it all, i love to plan everything out and or even anything like behind the scenes, i'm just so interested with it all."

"working for taylor swift?"

"that would be a dream," she had a wide smile as across her face despite knowing how much it was almost impossible.

the pair fell into comfortable silence for a moment, penelope letting out a small yawn while jude laid there with a smile on his face as his eyes slowly gazed across her facial features. soon reaching over to the bedside table behind him, checking the time on his phone and seeing that it was now only a minute after midnight.

"happy birthday pretty girl," he gently placed his hand on her head, using his thumb to push the hair away from her face.

"thank you," she smiled.

"come closer"

she happily agreed, lifting the top half of her body up as he weaved one of his arms under the pillow before she laid her head down there and shuffled her lower half closer while his other arm laid over her waist.

leaning in he locked his lips onto her's, moving them in sync. the kisses getting slightly getting more passionate whilst his hand wandered down to her upper thigh, subtly rubbing circles.

"may.. i go down on you?" he whispered between their lips.

penelope pulled away from him and glanced over her shoulder at the bedroom door, "i- i.. what if mom comes down..?"

"gotta be quiet then," he softly laughed then interrupted himself with; "nah, for real, didn't she like just go to bed-"

"shh," she brought her finger up to his lips, moving her head slightly away from him as she heard what she thought to be someone walking down the stairs.

as the sound of footsteps got closer, she pulled her hand away from him and back under the sheets before burying her head into his chest. jude getting the memo and closing his eyes while laying his head on top of hers.

"stop," she quietly giggled in respond to him placing numerous small kisses on her head.

"she's gone into the bathroom, she can't see us," he matched her quietly spoken, giddy tone after heading the door of said room close.

"shh" she quickly hissed, leaving jude with a prominent smile on his face as she kept her head rested against his chest.

and soon enough, cecelia had made her way out of the bathroom and as she always does, stepped into penelope's room and shining the dim phone flash light on the bed. letting out an inaudible sigh, despite the small smile before leaving the room, thinking the two were asleep, and heading back upstairs to her own bed.

"so.. you still up for the offer?" he softly spoke, pulling his head back so he could look at her properly.

"i've.. never had someone.. do.. that.." she partly mumbled as she tried her best to hold eye contact.

"we'll take it slow, if you don't like it, tell me and i'll stop. then we can just go to sleep instead, okay?" he watched her subtly nod. "i want to hear you agree.. and you can say no if you want."

"yes.. you can," she repeated the action. "but can we wait like fifteen minutes to make sure my mom's not coming back down..?"

"as long as i can keep kissing you in the meantime," he said while he pulled her back in almost instantly reattaching their lips.

AUTHOR'S NOTE!
sorry for a delay i needed to work
out how these last few chapters
were gonna flow (considering i
changed a couple up from what
i originally planned)

and for those reading my other
books.. i have no inspo to write
them lmao