Plaid Shirt (Penelope)

[Olivia Baker]

Several days had passed since the embarrassment of locking herself out, and showing the goods to Lucy... and Penelope had been kind enough not to say a word. Actually, weirdly enough Reece hadn't said anything either.. which made her skeptical.

Liv gripped the plaid shirt that belonged to her roommates "thing" ready to return it, she didn't need a reminder of possibly the most horrific event in her life hanging around any longer. She would have given it to Lucy herself, but she'd been scarce, and it was difficult to predict when the brunette would come bounding in with full intent to raise hell.

"Penelope?" Liv knocked on her door lightly, not even sure if she was in.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy wasn't there, which was starting to become something of a rarity for the Brit. Yet, there was a test to study for; a test that one of them was choosing to study for. Even so, Penelope felt the presence of someone who wasn't physically there, which proved studying to be difficult.

When the door knocked, Penny tore her eyes from the notebook. It wasn't her knock. The psychometrist's lips pressed together, forming a hard line as she debated about whether or not she actually wanted to answer the door.

It wasn't until she recognized the voice of her dormmate that Penny actually pushed herself away from her desk. As she stood, she unconsciously pressed her hands down on her dress, wiping away any careless wrinkles that might have formed from sitting.

“Yes?” she asked as she opened the door, eyebrows raised. It seemed rare for either or them to approach the other when they weren't bumping into each other in the common room, and Penny immediately assumed something was wrong.

[Olivia Baker]

Penelope's stern expression never stopped shocking the naturally sunny brunette and when she opened the door Liv was startled, despite being the one to knock. "Oh.. Sorry I hope i'm not interrupting." She said not sure what Penelope was doing, she didn't think they were at the point of their relationship to really ask. 

"Anyway, This is Lucy's shirt." she said handing holding it out to her. "You'll probably see her before I do.. do you mind returning it to her?" 

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

“It's fine,” Penelope replied immediately. There could be worse people to knock on her door, and the Brit couldn't help but to be polite. Liv was nice enough to Penny, and because of it, Penny would act the same to her. Even if they didn't interact much, the psychometrist believed them to be on good enough terms. It made living with others simple.

As Liv held out the shirt, Penny didn't need to be informed who it belonged to. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she reached out for it, taking it into her hands. She felt the memory try to fight its way into her mind, even as she resisted it before she touched the material.

She let out a short breath, stopping it from taking over her senses.

“Why did you have this?” she asked calmly. Her tone didn't carry any conviction, but instead actual curiosity. She doubted that neither her roommate or her counterpart would have anything but a logical reason for it.

[Olivia Baker]

Why? Liv's eyebrows furrowed. She didn't know? She didn't know if she should be shocked or relieved that Lucy actually didn't spread the news to anyone except the dorm monitor about her unfortunate situation. Of course now it put Liv between a rock and a hard place. She didn't exactly want to tell Penny that her not girlfriend had seen her naked or that she was the first person to see her naked or that she'd locked herself out of her room. Her face started to flush at the thought. 

"Oh... She, uh, lent it to me." Liv said scratching her head. 

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Olivia’s confusion only added to Penny’s. Her lips pursed as she brought the shirt closer to her chest, holding onto it tightly.

The explanation offered only confused Penelope more, and she raised an eyebrow at it. It was vague; something that always bothered the Brit.

“Why?” she asked again, running a thumb over the material. Her tone lacked any ill emotion as she pressed for information, because she simply wanted clarity on the matter.

[Olivia Baker]

Liv's face flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes glued to the ground really not wanting to admit to another soul what exactly had happened.

A groan escaped her mouth, not sure how to explain. "Well... You see..." She looked up at the other brunette, "I uh... I locked myself out of my bedroom after I took a shower about a week ago." Her lips pressed together in a hard line. "Lucy was nice enough to lend me a shirt and call a dorm monitor." 

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

“Ah.” Penelope dropped the single sound at the explanation. Immediately, more questions formed in her head, but she felt like she was asking the wrong person. By the flush on her roommate's face, Penelope guessed it must have been embarrassing for Olivia to get locked it.

“That was nice of her.” she said simply, fingers tightening around the handle of her door with her free hand. Again, she looked at the shirt, then back to Liv. Penny's natural urge was to go and ask Lucy, or wait for the Australian to inevitably show up there. “Thank you.”

Still, the Brit felt as if she couldn't leave the conversation yet. Olivia and herself weren't exactly friends, but she felt the need to actually converse with the girl when they spoke. “How're you?”

[Olivia Baker]

Liv gave a firm nod, her arms crossing her chest assuming the most safe feeling position she could in the uncomfortable situation. Luckily, Penelope didn't seem to think much of the situation and the uncomfortableness was purely on the taller brunette. 

"No problem." She said shifting her weight onto her heels ready to walk away when Penelope instead continued the conversation. Liv's eyes lit up at the opportunity. While her and Penelope weren't exactly close, she did find herself quite interested in a potential friendship with her. 

"I'm alright." She said, relaxing a bit. "How are you?" Awkward. Penelope made her feel awkward. 

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penelope caught the way Liv was about to walk away, but the words were already passing her lips before she could register it. Immediately, the Brit went to correct herself; if Olivia wanted to go, then by all means she could. But the way her roommate’s expression shifted as Penelope continued the conversation made the Brit falter before she could correct herself.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure how to define Olivia. They weren’t exactly close, but she didn’t hate the girl, either. They were just…roommates.

Penelope was never great at making friends.

Still, she nodded to Liv’s response pressing her lips into a hard line as the question was returned. “I’m well, thank you.” Short. To the point. As usual with the Brit.