Teenage Dirtbag
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Ongoing, First published Nov 01, 2017
A story based loosely off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus. 

Penelope Wilson has never been known for anything except staring at her shoes, and staring at pretty girls in the hallway. She is practically invisible. Little does she know that someone saw her, even when she thought no one could.
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The one that stole his heart

31 parts Complete Mature

Penelope is the girl everyone at school made fun of because of her weight. She always thought no guy would ever give her a second look until him. Aarons the type of guy you would only be seen with popular girls. Until she caught his eyes. ___________________________________________ I'm being woken up by someone climbing into my bed. "What the hell?" I see Aaron trying to get under my sheets. "Aaron what are you doing get out." "I like being with you." He slurs and that's when I smell the alcohol. I lay back down and he snuggles into my sheets facing me. "Why are you here?" I whisper. "It hurt me to see you cry." I just stare at him confused. He has his eyes closed and I just stare at him. "Emma is a bitch." I let out a small giggle. "Then why do you hang out with her?" "Good fuck." I just nod. I don't really like hearing him say that. Do I like Aaron? I mean he's attractive but I know he would never give me a second look. Who would? "Your so beautiful." I hear him whisper, I instantly open my eyes thinking I imagined him saying that. "Who?" I ask. "You." I feel butterflies in my stomach. I've never been called beautiful by a guy before.