( A/N: I know I don't normally do photos, but I kinda thought this one was necessary to show you how I imagined Peni's dress. Of course I have never imagined Peni this skinny, I've always seen her as a very average sized girl, although I would absolutely adore for all of you to reach out and tell me how you imagine her. Adam as well.  I overall think the dress fits her personality perfectly. If you choose to, you may imagine it as whatever you like. Thanks for reading. Love, Lily)

"So... You came all the way to my house... On a weekend to get my thoughts on the new Star Wars movie?" Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. The new Star Wars movie? What does that even have to do with anything, Peni. "It's a very pressing matter, Adam. Some people say it sucks." I scrambled to find random words to spit out. He laughed and hung his head, "And here I was thinking you came out there to express your undying love for me." He said in a joking tone. I felt my cheeks turn bright red, awkwardly chuckling. "Ha, funny. Me? You? Ha! Ha...ha." Good job Peni. Way to make it awkward.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He smiled at me, revealing a small dimple in his right cheek. "Yeah." I repeated, not being able to take my eyes away from his face. I soon realized what was happening and quickly pulled myself back to reality, turning around in my desk to face the correct way. Adam immediately started twisting loose pieces of my red hair around his fingers, making me smile and look down at my fingers. "Ooh!" He grabbed my shoulders and leaned forward, making me jump. "Party. There's a party this Saturday. Come." I immediately shook my head in disapproval, "No. No way, Adam. No parties for me. Peni doesn't do parties." He groaned and fell back into his seat. "Come on. It'll be fun. It's the first one I get to go to all year."

I continued shaking my head until I was sure I had gotten whiplash. "Adam, parties are for people who are much more socially active than I am. I would be uncomfortable the whole time. I'm not going." I could practically feel him rolling his eyes at me. "Well, Melody's coming. Dean's coming... You could invite Mark." My eyes widened, he didn't know yet. As I began to turn around and explain what happened between Mark and me, our teacher got up and started talking. I sighed and relief and shrugged, fixing myself back into my seat. Saved by history class. Never thought I'd say that.

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"How about this one Peni? I really love that color. Mel, what do you think?" My mother rushed from side to side of the dress shop we had found, searching for the perfect dress for me to wear to home coming. Why did I ever agree to go with Dean? I was still attempting to find the reason somewhere deep in my brain. "I like that one, Mrs. Avery." Mel answered sweetly. She had already found her dress about a month ago. It was an understatement to say she was excited about the whole thing. I was not. As I was explaining to Adam earlier that day, I don't do parties or really any type of social gathering. I become uncomfortable and unaware of how to act. I just think it would be better for everyone (myself included) if I stayed away from social events or gathering all together.

"Mom, I'm sure I'll love anything you pick out. Just grab some things." I shrugged and plopped myself down into one of the big blue, satin covered chairs in front of the changing rooms. Melody moved to stand beside my mother, both of them with disapproving glares set on their faces. "What?" I ran a hand through my hair and pulled out my phone, checking for any messages... Which there weren't any. "You are going to pick out your own dress, Penelope Rosa Forbes." Oh no. Mom was pulling out the middle name. Things just got serious. I sighed, pulling myself out of the comfortable position I had found myself in. "Okay. Well you look too. I don't even know what to look for." I let my eyes roam the store, searching for a bright color or interesting design that caught my eye. Nothing quite did. My eyes widened as my mother yanked a full, bright purple dress out of a large row that had a small yellow sign attached to it that said "CLEARANCE 50% OFF." I sighed as she grinned and gestured to it with her head, "It's perfect!" She exclaimed and I simply shook my head, looking at the dress that seemed as if it had jumped right out of the eighties.

"Not quite mom." I looked at Melody to find the same look of displeasure on her face. Only hers was worse, she almost looked disgusted. "Peni, "not quite" is an understatement." I laughed at her and my mother rolled her eyes at me. We continued running around the store, looking at different colors and styles, but nothing seemed to impress me. Dresses had never really been my thing and I never knew what would even look good on me. I swear I tried on at least fifty different itchy, over-sized, fluffy dresses before settling back into my satin blue seat. "It's hopeless. I might as well go in blue jeans and a tee shirt." At this point, I was tired, hungry, and was willing to do whatever got me out of there the fastest.

"Nope. Not an option. We will find you the perfect dress, I swear on my Auntie Remaro de Sandrez's grave." I raised my eyebrow at Melody, she had no Hispanic roots and I knew for a fact she didn't have an Aunt named "Remaro de Sandrez." I sighed and rested my head in my hands. "Okay. Okay. Let's at least ask someone to help us this time. Maybe get someone who knows what they're doing." I suggested. "Ya know, if you would've said that earlier, this whole experience might've been easier." My mother patted me on the shoulder and followed me to the white counter at the back of the store. A young, perky woman immediately jumped to the task of helping me find the perfect dress. She was tall and very skinny with short blond hair, and bright eyes that almost popped out of her head. Her name tag read "Shanna."

"Now what size are you?" I almost felt ashamed to say in front of her because of how perfect she was. She looked like maybe a 2. I was not a 2, even though I loved my body just like it was. "I'm an eight." I almost coughed out. It didn't seem to faze her as she found a rack and started sifting through the dresses. "Price range?" I looked at my mother who sighed, "Don't worry about it." My eyes widened. I love my mom. Shanna stopped searching and looked at me, pursing her lips and crossing her arms. "Ya know, I might just have something that would fit you in the back. Oh and the color with that hair," She picked at a piece of my loose, frizzy hair and grinned. "Yep! I've got it!" She rushed into a small back room, passing several other employees that were looking at her oddly.

"How's this?" She came back out with a short, light pink dress. "That's the one." Mel said with a slight gasp. I grinned, "I love it." I felt the tulle-like material in my hand and nodded, "I want to try it on." And that I did. It fit like a glove. And Shanna was right about my hair, it made it look like bright flames against my pale, freckled skin. "You look like a red-headed sleeping beauty." I raised an eyebrow, "Hmm, not sure if that's the look Im going for here." My mother sighed, "Shut up and tell me you want me to buy the dress." I scoffed, "Gosh mom, anxious much?" I crossed my arms, "Peni." She started but I cut her off, "Yes! I want you to buy the dress."