Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 2: Meeting the one I fancy

(Connor's POV)

Light broke into the curtains and directly hit my eyes causing me to wake up. I groaned and opened my eyes. I grabbed my phone. I tweeted a good morning and helplessly stood up from the bed and washed my face in the bathroom.

I went downstairs. I heard nothing so I assumed everyone was still sleeping. I walked to the kitchen with one-eye open, still sleepy, and gulped up a glass of water.

As I closed the fridge, I heard someone snoring. I took a glance at the living room but no one was sleeping there. That's strange. Well I shrugged it off, but when I spun around and went back to the kitchen, I almost dropped the glass I was holding. I was taken aback and scratched my forehead.

Someone is sleeping at the counter. It was a girl. Who the hell is she?

At first I found it funny but I became curious as ever to know who she is.

I walked closer to her and I smelled her wavy auburn hair. Hmm, it smelled good. Wait, why am I smelling her hair? Weird. I crouched down to see a clear view of her face but all I saw was nothing but hair. She does have an awful lot of it.

I tried shaking her shoulder, but she just groaned. Typical. I shook her again; she just complained and brought her head up and looked at me sleepily. "What?!- Connor?!"

(Penelope's POV)

Someone was shaking my shoulder.

Ugh, just go away stop bothering me.

I groaned to let this person know that it's pissing me off.

Just a few more minutes please.

I always kinda say these things because just like anybody else, I'm not an early bird. I happen to be a nocturnal being. But today, jetlag has done it again my friend. I felt like I was hibernating all day. Great, just great.

"What?!" I looked up at the person who was trying to unleash the angry beast inside me, but instead my eye balls just popped right out of their sockets. "-Connor?!"

I shot my body straight up from the counter. But bad luck, I fell from the chair I was sitting on. I squeaked loudly. So now, my aching back is on the floor. This is so embarrassing. I stood up and was on my feet again and I tried to smile instantly but instead of seeing a handsome guy with hot messy hair all I could see was my horrible disheveled auburn hair. Wait- did I really say that about him? Nawww just, hell nawww.

"Heeeeeyyyyy?" I chuckled slightly. "Ehehe, hi there." Oh, so my hair is still on face. Thank goodness, I swear I think my face is now red from complete mortification.

"Uhm... hey? Wait, do I know you? How did you know my name?" he asked.

I noticed my hair was still cloaking my face. "Oh, ehehe, sorry," I muttered. I split my hair in two and opened them to reveal my terrible face. Well? Can you imagine that? Waking up infront of the person whom you have a little crush on? With bad breath? Bushy hair? Not even able to wash your face to look a little bit decent perhaps? Of course not! Wait why am I ranting on about this?

I seriously wanna vanish right now.

I faked a smile and said, "Hi?" and chuckled. Oh, I hope he doesn't look at me hideously.