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not a date | carter & penelope

Penelope wasn't used to going out and completely forgetting the rules and morals her family has been drilling in her head since she came out of the womb. She's never broken a law, other than underaged drinking, never smoked an ounce of marijuana, never crossed illegal property, or even miss a day of school if she wasn't sick. To top it all off, she was a complete virgin. Sure, Penelope avoided the title of a prude considering her sometimes foul language, and overall heinous bitch attitude; though it didn't change the fact everytime one of her friends mention something about their last lay, she felt clueless and she hated that above everything. Especially with her know-it-all tenedencies. Nevertheless, her virginity wasn't what she was worried with tonight, god no. She was just accepting Carter's offer to take her out just to feel whatever "rush" her supposed youth craved so much. Even if that meant she had to spend a whole night with a voice in the back of her head telling her how it wasn't right. That her family would be worried sick about her leaving and not coming back till the almost morning. Just like her two older siblings.

No. She couldn't think like that tonight, and she wouldn't. Penelope stood in front of the floor length mirror, adjusting and readjusting her "Clash" crop top whose hem was cut right above the belly button. Penelope has gone to parties stuff before, once or twice on a blue moon, but she's never been downtown in the night time unless she was going to a concert with her friend. Basically anything her parents would deem excusable enough to break her curfew. She finally stopped fixing her outfit, and her forbidden tight jeans she swore she'd regret wearing by the end of the night. So with that thought, she slipped on her Doc Martens and grabbed her purse. In an hour, he said an hour and it'd be about five more minutes until he was official late. If there's one thing that pisses off Penelope most besides injustice in the governemnt and sexist media -- it's tardiness. Walking down the short flight of stairs of the small household, she silently went out the door, and sat down on the porch steps. The last thing she needed was her parents interrogating her on her whereabouts after she told them she was just going to the library. It was one of those few moments Penelope was actually thankful her parents were usually too busy with everything else to focus on the daughter in front of them.

#para #carter1 #sorry this is shit i wrote most of it in the morning sjshsh