35. Daisy
Chapter 35
Daisy
I set my alarm for thirty minutes before the sun rose.
I didn't linger in bed like I wanted to.
Still, I missed Penn.
It's been nearly two weeks of gift-giving, and I've yet to see him. I could text him, or call, or show up at his mom's house, or even the house where he's staying, but I don't want to. I want to see him on my doorstep, gift in hand. There's something about the gesture that's romantic, and calling or texting is too modern. Too impersonal.
It's safe to say I have thawed all the way, and I'm ready to see Penn. Talk to him. Find out who he is now. I'm ready to absorb everything that makes him who he is today.
Tearing into the package, I find a plastic keychain, the words Fresh Outta Fucks written in hot pink on a white background.
To make you laugh.
Happy birthday.
It does. But it also makes me determined.
I have a foolproof idea, one that will not fail me.
After all, it's not the early bird who catches the worm, it's the one who hangs around from the night before.