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Pen and Scott

A Short Story

By Beverly AlvarezPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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Her name is Pen.

She's a quiet one, Pen. Doesn't like confrontation—with any gender. She's like one of those girls in the movies who have faded knee-length skirts, white socks, black loafers and a pink cardigan that's one too many sizes big. Her hair is a silky chocolate brown that reaches her mid back and if it wasn't for her yellow ribbon on top of her head, one would think she was half way decent for an actual date ... Not standing in a choir at church.

But there she is. Pen is standing there in front of a white background. Almost too white for her outfit of choice. It makes her look bland, to be honest. I can't believe she's actually wearing that for her high school picture.

I cringe as the photographer snaps a picture, making her eyes close shut.

Oh. That's going to look bad in the yearbook.

She opens her eyes and frowns at the photographer before gathering her dozen of books from the chair she put them in before walking toward me, her eyes transfixed on the ground.

Bad mistake, sweetheart.

I quickly dart in front of her, making her slam right into my chest, sending her books flying to the floor. She looks at me indignantly before sighing and bending down to pick up them up.

I grin and bend down in front of her, reaching for her books as well.

"You know," I mutter, making sure my face was inches away from hers, "it wouldn't kill you to look up every once in a while."

Her movements slow as she raises her eyes to mine. Oh. She has beautiful eyes. Beautiful hazel eyes.

I grin at her. "See? That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

She rolls her eyes and pulls the rest of her books from my hand before standing up. "And what the heck am I supposed to be looking at exactly?" she asks, staring down at me. Oooh.

Her voice, soft yet ... demanding. I like it.

I grin and stand up, towering over her slightly with my height. "Me, darling," I reply.

She stares at me for a while before rolling her eyes, a small smile forming on her virgin lips. "You're so full of yourself, Scott."

I shrug. "I prefer the word confident, but whatever tickles your peach."

Her cheeks turn a slight rosy pink and I smirk. Sweet little innocent, Pen.

**My pen and Scott toilet paper are my inspiration**

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Beverly Alvarez

Just a girl with a rock and roll beauty queen dream.💋😎💄

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