Penelope's Perspective (Goth Girl)

Ding-Dong.

...Still no ann-- Paul. I whine, tapping my knees on the concrete as the wind pats my shoulders and musses my hair. I don't wanna cry, but I've been out here a while already and it's starting to get boring. And I'm hungry. And all the stupid "normal" Moms and "normal" girls walking by are giving my stink-eyes and it's so annoying. Damn normies don't understand how precious a relationship like this really is.

I kick the door behind me in frustration. As with the previous times I've done this over the past several hours, my Paul still doesn't open it.

Damn it Paul, wake up already. I sigh, staring up at the camera and imagining he could see me on the other side. Look, Paul, could you just open the door? I am so damn tired of all this sun, and all these people.