Forever ; W.S

2. Lola 🩷

IRL

While going back to the Airbnb from the park, I couldn't stop thinking about the day. Penelope had this way of making everything feel brighter and more exciting. Her laughter still echoed in my ears, and the way she looked at me when I gave her my jacket made my heart race. I wanted to keep replaying that moment forever.

The Uber pulled into the driveway, my mind still buzzing with memories. The house was quiet as I walked in. My parents were in the living room, the soft murmur of the TV blending into the background. I waved at them, not wanting to disturb them watching TV, and headed straight to my room.

Once in my room, I collapsed onto my bed and pulled out my phone. The group chat was still active, the notifications lighting up my screen. I scrolled through the messages, laughing at the banter and feeling a sense of belonging.

I couldn't help but smile at Penelope's playful replies. There was something about our interactions that felt effortless like we'd known each other forever. I replayed the day in my head— the way she lit up when she talked about her interests, the way she laughed at my jokes, and the warmth of her smile. I decided to send her a quick message.

IMESSAGES

Penelope 🩷

Hey P
Hope you're home safe
Today was amazing
Thanks for organizing everything 😊

Hey Walker, I just got home. Today was perfect.

Sweet dreams, P 😊

You too, Walker 💓

IRL

Feeling content, I set my phone aside and got ready for bed. Lying there in the dark, I let my thoughts drift back to Penelope. The way she interacted with everyone, her kindness, and her enthusiasm—it was all so genuine. I found myself looking forward to spending more time with her. Penelope was special, and I wanted to get to know her even better.

The next morning, I woke up with a sense of excitement. The memories of the previous day powered me as I went through my morning routine. Over breakfast, my mom asked about the hangout, and I couldn't help but gush about how great it was.

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun," she said with a knowing smile. "You should invite Penelope over for dinner sometime. We'd love to meet her." "I'll ask her," I replied, feeling a flutter of anticipation at the thought of Penelope meeting my family.

The day flew by in a blur of chores and a bit of relaxation. As evening approached, I decided to take a walk to clear my head. The neighbourhood was quiet, the warm glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the streets. I found myself thinking about Penelope again, wondering what she was doing and if she was thinking about me too. Back at the Airbnb, I decided to text her.