Penelope can't believe you exist. You're so perfect and kind and sweet and just absolutely magical in her eyes. Like an expensive bakery and a beautiful fairy had a baby and took very good care of it, in her words.

She's trying to keep her admiration, her downright infatuation secret, but she wants to be yours. It sounds stupid, but she'd be your vacuum cleaner to breathe in the dust you constantly complain about. She'll be your coffee pot to keep your coffee hot, just like you like it.

She doesn't like listening to orders, but you can call the shots. She just wants to be yours.

Hearing you complain that you're cold, she just wants to be your portable heater. Seeing how pretty your hair is, she just wants to be your setting lotion, to hold your hair, to run her fingers through it.

But secrets are hard to keep from friends, harder than she thought. As soon as you confronted her about her acting a bit weird, the words tumbled out without filter, even as her face reddened with embarrassment and panic.

"Oh my gosh, it's obvious, isn't it? That-- that I'm like.. frazzled? That I can't think around you because you're so pretty it's like, wow how is that possible?" The words were fast, coming out quicker than she could process them.

"Oh my god, it's so obvious, I know it is! Oh god, I'm sorry, I just-- you're so sweet and so stunning, and I just-- I wanna be yours." She admitted before gasping, a hand flying over her mouth.

"I just said that-- wait, no, don't react to that yet, wait for me to process it.."