*Penny*
Craig and I had just got home from school,and we were up in our room doing homework.
"This is boring." Craig said,throwing down his pencil.
"Yea,well no one said it would be fun." I replied,chuckling a bit.
He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"You know I love you,right?"
I squinted my eyes. "I love you too."
"Why you act so weird when I said that?" He asked.
"It was random."
"But its true."
"I know." I said,kissing his lips.
"We have to start planning for prom." Craig said,rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.
I cleared my throat. "Um,excuse me,I don't remember ever being asked?"
He gave me a blank look,then stood up,and grabbed one of my bracelets off of the dresser.
"Penny Johnson,will you go to prom with me?" He placed the bracelet on my arm.
"Okay my last name is NOT Johnson,and thats it?"
"What's it?"
"That. There's supposed to be fireworks in my heart and butterflies in my stomach and a flash mob." I said,smiling dreamily.
He have me a weird look.
"What?" I asked.
"I think you've been watching too many romance movies." He chuckled.
"But yes,I will go to prom with you." I smiled.
He pumped his fist in the air,and I laughed.
"So what colors will we be wearing?"
"Um, I say red and black." I said,running my fingers through his hair. He smiled brightly.
"You'd look so good in red."
"And you'd look so good in a tux. Yes lord!" I said,and he laughed,kissing me.
His phone buzzed,and he pulled away. I went back to doing my work.
I heard him sigh,and he typed something and stood up.
"I gotta go run some errands,but I'll be back later." He kissed my forehead.
"What why?" I pouted.
"I need some things from the store." He said quickly,then grabbed a duffel bag from in the closet.
"Why do you need a duffel bag?" I asked.
"I'm going to the gym afterwards."
"Craig come here." I said seriously.
"I've really got to-"
"Craig get your ass here now."I looked at him seriously. He sighed,then walked towards me.
"Sit down,please. You think I'm stupid,huh?" I asked,and he gave me a confused look.
"Uh,no? What are you talking about?"
I sighed. "Craig are you selling drugs?" I asked,and he quickly shook his head no,chuckling.
"No. Why would you ask that?"
"You suck at lying for one,and you're always so jittery when you get those texts."
"What? I don't know what you're talking a-"
