Ladies And Their Sensitivities(Penelope)

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Oriel was feeling like...maybe he'd be ready to go back to dancing and working out regularly again. With the injuries he'd accumulated over the past couple months, he hadn't been in any shape to. And when he was in shape, he didn't feel like it. And when he felt like it, he'd been banned from the official club activities for his behavior, so that just killed his mood even more.

But right now he was...ok. Oriel was ok.

Phoenix wasn't, he was suck in bed for the most part. So like a good boyfriend, Oriel was going to bring him a well made meal...maybe not well made, because Oriel was still essentially grounded so couldn't go buy food, but there was still some stuff in the cabinets. So Oriel had compiled something that kind of smelled good, but you couldn't actually tell from what it was made. It tasted alright....maybe more salt.

Oriel's plan was to make this palatable then take it straight over to Phoenix. He certainly wasn't expecting anyone to come over.

[Penelope Lopez]

Okay, so Penelope's mind hadn't exactly been on track ever since the retreat. She had gone through periods of acting out, sleeping around and avoiding everyone. She wasn't usually the kind of girl that would fall heads over heels for someone, but she had. And that particularly someone was a girl who just happened to be in a relationship. Could things get any worse? Oh, right. That girl happened to be the sweetest, most gentle and innocent being on the entire planet.

Crap.

Penelope wasn't quite sure how to handle this whole thing. She had been so scared of falling in love and getting her heart broken, and it just seemed like that last bit was steadily approaching. What Callie even saw in her... God, she had no clue. She stood no chance against whoever Callie was with, that much Penelope knew already. Penelope also knew that she didn't deserve the girl. Not in this case. Even if all she had done was to prove how much she liked her. It just didn't seem like it was meant to be.

And that hurt. And being hurt, usually made Penelope pissy. And what was better to do when she was pissy? Well, the only logical explanation she could come up with was visiting her dear friend Oriel for some good ol' banter.

Heading into Oriel's dorm without as much as bothering to knock on the door, a smile formed on the brunette's lips as she saw what her friend was doing. ''Man, could you be anymore gay?'', she shot at him with a playful smirk, heading over to take a peek at whatever this monstrosity was that he was trying to make. ''What is that?''

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The door opened and Oriel half expected it to be Phoenix(or Jack, the guy had a history of intruding on Oriel's personal space). He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was, lo' and behold, "Penelope!!" He exclaimed, holding out his arms in a tentative hug, the wooden stirring spoon still in one hand.

''Man, could you be anymore gay?''

Oriel blinked. Then turned and grabbed something white from the bottom drawer. He placed the frilly apron over his head and tied it behind him. "How's that?" he asked, showcasing himself with his arms out low.

The apron had a heart in the bottom corner over a pink cupcake. Only Lord know where he got it from(He made it himself in home-ec class, shhh! Don't tell!). The only thing that could make it better was a duster tied over his head.

Oriel returned his attention to the stove, pulling a loose strand of hair back behind his ear, one that had gotten away from his small ponytail. "It's….goop," he admitted. "A conglomeration, if you will."

He looked down at his good friend. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, pretty lady?"

[Penelope Lopez]

There was something reassuring, almost safe with being around Oriel. They had started out on the bad side, but he had quickly grown to become what she considered her closest friend. And the way they ranted and how he always made her laugh or smile.. Well, it was pretty darn nice. Even when he was being silly (Especially when he was being silly).

Maybe she didn't say it enough, or at all, but the boy had touched her heart in ways she couldn't even word. And for that, she was thankful.

When Oriel started his usual series of acting like clown, Penelope rolled her eyes and shook her head, trying to keep the grin off her face, without luck of course. ''Guess you can.'', she said and stepped closer, only to pull the apron away from him to study it closer. ''It's strangely fitting.''

With an arched eyebrow, Penelope leaned to look over his shoulder, making a grimace at the sight of the...Goop. ''Dear lord Bolillo, didn't anyone ever teach you too cook?'' Whatever that goo was, Penelope couldn't say she was impressed. But then again, being raised where she had been, cooking had more or less been a part of growing up. Well, Mexican food anyways.

Penelope turned her attention back to the apron, picking at the edges all the while narrowing her eyes. ''Do I need a reason to stop by?'', she asked without raising her head. ''You're not that special, dear.'' He totally was.

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One of the reasons why Oriel liked Penelope was because she was one of the few people he could completely be himself around. He didn't have to hide his interests(even if they were unwelcome sometimes), he didn't have to pretend to be a decent person, he could just be his normal, goofy, shameless self without any expectations.

And he loved entertaining her.

"Oh, trust me hunny," he started in a stereotypical fag voice and flipping his hand out. "I can always be gayer." He looked down at the apron as she inspected it. "You think so?" he said in a normal voice. "Phoenix likes it so…whatever."

And ahh, yes, the goop. The goop soup. It had noodles, it had tomato sauce, it had some leftover meat and potatoes that had been lying around, and topped off with an adornment of spices. He'd also found a couple cans of water chestnuts and bean sprouts but was unsure if he should use them here or save them for later. The concoction had resulted in something thick, red, and somewhat spicy. Oriel…still thought it needed more salt. "I'll have you know that, yes, I was taught how to cook, very properly, by a delightful old granny." When he was seven.

Oriel grabbed his chest, as if he was suddenly in pain. "No! You mean, it was all a lie? I'm not special!? Oh, what a world~!" He dramatically melted into puddle at Penelope's feet. Oriel recovered quickly though, poking at her ankles then looking boyishly up at his good friend. "So, if you're not here for a reason, then tell me anyway. What's been going on with you lately?"