Chapter 9: Boys or Dolls

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     Dolly stood still, watching Penelope as she got ready for bed. She felt so, awkward.
     "You can go ahead and brush your teeth and stuff." Penelope told her, noticing that she hadn't moved an inch.
     "Ok," Dolly mumbled as she walked to the bathroom, clutching her overnight bag she packed. The bathroom was right next to Penelope's room, so Dolly took her time setting her things down and getting her toothbrush out.
     Penelope quickly joined her, rushing as she grabbed her toothbrush and roughly cleaned her teeth. Raising a brow, Dolly brushed her teeth like always, smooth and gentle.
    Once both girls were done in the bathroom, they changed and turned the lights out.
     "Wait, we're sleeping in the same bed?" Dolly asked as Penelope yanked the covers off.
     "Duh, silly!" She giggle at Dolly's innocence, "Come on its ok."
     "Uh, ok." Dolly set her phone down on the nightstand, plugging in the charger for the night.
     "So, I have a question." Dolly lifted the covers up, crawling into bed next to Penelope.
     "How long have you known that one guy April was with? Isaac?" She asked cautiously. Penelope raised a brow, a wide grin spreading across her face as she sat up.
     "A few months, April brings him here sometimes with some of their other friends." She told. Dolly nodded, lifting the blanket over her shoulders.
"Are him and April a, thing?" Dolly forced herself to ask.
"EII! You like him don't you??" Penelope jumped up exclaiming. Dolly jumped slightly, turning her face completely away.
"I was just wondering!" Dolly lied. Penelope smacked her hands on Dolly, shaking her rapidly.
"I can't believe it, you actually have a crush don't you!" She accused. Dolly scoffed, shrugging away from Penelope.
"Like it'd work anyway." Dolly felt her face get warm again,
"He is pretty cute." She added. Penelope's arms threw up, as she held in a scream.
"Omigosh you're so adorable! I have his number, here I'll get it for you!" Penelope didn't wait for permission as she leaped off the bed, grabbing her phone.
"Penny! No!" Dolly tried to protest. Penelope ignoring her, walking around the bed to Dolly's phone while she tapped away on hers.
"Are you saying, you don't want to see him again?" She gave an evil smirk. Dolly glared, crossing her arms.
"I don't know how to, do any of that stuff! You know, the talking or flirting?" Dolly admitted. Penelope nodded, still grabbing Dolly's phone.
"I know, I can help you out with that." She spoke gently. Penelope handed Dolly back her phone, showing that she added a new contact.
"His last name is Gowan?" Dolly questioned. Penelope shrugged,
     "I think he's Scottish." Dolly sighed, putting her phone back as Penelope crawled back into bed.
     "And don't worry, I won't tell Neil that you like Isaac." Penelope whispered with a quiet giggle. Dolly eyes shot back open. She tells Neil everything, she can't keep anything from him. But for some reason, this time she didn't want him to know.

     Simon smiled down at his sleeping wife, she fell asleep not too soon after making love to him. She is just so beautiful. So perfect for him.
     He quickly grabbed his phone when it went off. Just a message, from his daughter.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night at Penny's, will you pick me up at 7 please?"
     Simon chuckled, answering her back. He couldn't help but be happy, she wants to be back home as soon as possible. Maybe soon, soon they can show her what they do. All they're doing is making these people what they are, perfect dolls.
     Chloe stirred awake, beaming at Simon. She lifted her hand to stroke his cheek.
     "I already want a new doll, ain't that weird?" She spoke quietly. Simon chuckled again,
     "Perfect dolls have patience, don't they?" He quoted. Chloe rolled her eyes, turning her head as she fell back asleep.
     Simon snuggled close to her, he couldn't help but think, they'd need a perfect, perfect doll for Dolly. Hopefully she'll be like Simon. Brutal, but also like Chloe, passionate.

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