you & me forevermore

two

penny's pov

sweet creature... had another talk about where it's going wrong.....

harry's sweet voice wakes me up from my sleep, and i turn it off, then bury my face into my pillow. 

it's 6:15 am, and i have to leave by 7 to get to school on time. 

i roll over onto my back and rub my eyes in an attempt to hide the lack of sleep i got last night while listening to my mother begin to wake up and brew her coffee. i groggily get up and is met face to face with my mom, and her jaw drops in shock. 

"oh my daisy, what did you do to your hair?" she asked completely in shock.

"i wanted a fresh start, after everything ma," i say putting my head down and fiddling with my hands.

"daisy, meet my eyes." i slowly peer up and lock eyes with hers.

"it's beautiful, baby, i love it." she says with the first genuine smile I have seen in a while. 

"thank you, ma," i say while giving her a quick peck on the cheek and scurrying away to the bathroom.

my ma has called me daisy my whole life because I have had such an attraction to them since I was a baby, always playing in the fields while listening to fleetwood mac, bowie, painting, singing, reading writing, really whatever I desired.

as I look up in the mirror I'm met with dark eye bags and an extreme bed head, but I'm used to it.

as I turn on the shower, I hope that today goes halfway well.

i take my showers cold. always. 

emma always asked me why, and i never answered.

it was always so i could feel something. 

i don't cry. haven't in a year. i guess i'm just numb at this point.

sliding past the shower curtain into the shower, i swiftly grab the shampoo and lather it evenly through my hair. 

i already am used to the short hair, it feels free and i feel like myself somewhat for once. 

i tilt my head back to meet the showerhead and let the shampoo wash out before grabbing my conditioner and layering it on the ends.

while letting it sit, i grab my razor and swiftly run it up to my legs and in my armpits.

you would think you'd get tempted by razors after all I've done, but i only crave it when it's that feeling where everyone else cries, but i'm just unable to. 

after rinsing my hair and washing my face and body, i step out of the shower and grab my hair products to have my curls look neater, and begin scrunching. 

wrapping the towel tightly around my body, i step out of the bathroom to be met with the crisp air, and i get the chills.

last night i set out an outfit because i knew i would be too indecisive if i waited.

it's insanely hot today, so i would prefer long sleeves to cover my scars, but i would get more attention to me and that the opposite what I want.

i grab the graphic shirt that is a little short for my liking, but is loose so you cant see my figure well which i am pleased about. 

since i'm almost 6 foot, i'm extremely long looking, and me being only 110 pounds makes me seem even longer looking.

my mother has beautiful curves, as long as my sisters, and they are all around 5 for, yet here I am taller than my own dad. the only physical trait I really got from my mom was my breasts. 

mine are d's, which contrast against my slim frame very obviously. 

that's primarily why i wear baggy things. 

my scars have almost faded, but to be sure i slipped on some beaded bracelets in hopes to distract.

i wear my dozens of rings every day, along with a few necklaces so those are usual apparel to me, and they mean a lot to me. 

after putting on all my jewelry, i slide on the jeans i thrifted that are extremely loose, so i just grab a belt to hopefully make them stay up better.

i let my hair stay in its natural state, and throw on my beaten up converse before grabbing my phone and my favorite tote bag that I painted.

as I run out my bedroom, i stumble into the doorframe before hearing a cough to gain my attention from behind me. 

i slowly turn around to see my sister amelia awake handing me my glasses, to which i slip in my bag and give her a peck on the cheek before I exit my house.

amelia is homeschooled, and i would love to due to how anti-social i am, but my classes aren't available online.

the school is less than a mile away, so i don't mind walking.

my dad takes the car for work before the sun even rises, so this and the bus are my only options and i'll pass on being in contact with unknown people any day.

i grab my phone and plug in my headphones and begin to bob my head to the beginning of the song wanna be Yours by the arctic monkeys .

"baby I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours."

i sang softly under my breath. 

to have someone care for you and all your little things really is something in my dreams, but it's really too unrealistic.

as the song finishes, i feel myself collide into a wall. 

wait.

that's a chest.

i glance up to see who i've encountered when I'm met by the one and only, tate martin.

tate is the "bad boy" if we are being traditional here. he plays girls almost as well as he plays his electric guitar. 

tate extends his arm out, and I hesitate before grabbing it.

he pulls me up, and seems shocked when met with my height.

"well hello there, lady." he says with a seductive smirk.

i don't put up with shit like this. i move around him and walk the duration of school in silence while being extremely cautious.

...

hey-

introduction to Tate!

i'm doing tate's pov for this situation next. 

it was a little rough but I tried to put lots of her personality in it.

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love,

theo