Boy Meets Girl

With haste, I strode to Penny's house riddled with excitement and heavy tension. After a few brief moments though, I began to slow down, and move at a more even pace. I didn't want to arrive too early (as it was 6:30 at the time I had left) but I also didn't wanna get their too late either, although that was less of a concern considering how quickly I had left despite my excessively gratuitous preparation. Typically her house was anywhere from 10 to 15 minutes away from mine, though if I kept up the pace I was moving at before I would've gotten there in around 6 to 7 minutes (yikes, that would've been awkward).

As I continued further down the sidewalk en route to my destination, I started imagining a bunch of random, arbitrary scenarios that could take place once I got there, and met with her inside her room..the most notable being us making out of course.

Hey, don't act like you didn't expect that at this point! It's not like that's a bad thing either, right? Don't act like you've never thought about kissing, hugging, grabbing, pinning...rubbing..touching...licking and pushing your tongue into the mouth of someone..you..ahem..really like. Sorry, got a little side-tracked there..but you get my meaning (right?)!

But in all seriousness, who wouldn't wanna make out with a woman that voluptuously sexy (I don't care if she has a flat board chest, let me be delusional!)? Of course I would, any man in my position could never possibly resist the lustful desire a deity, the goddess of beauty and affection herself Penny Chindelin naturally evokes from any mental stable (and in my case probably unstable) boy! 

She's so irresistible in fact, that if she ever decided to make a living off of a kissing booth stand and charged, say, around 20 dollars per kiss, I'd be her first customer every day, no questions asked (am I going a little overboard? Probably..but who really cares at this point).

Surprisingly enough, that's all I had time to think about before I arrived at my queen's palace, and just in time too. I looked down at my phone, noting the time at 6:40.

Wait..did I really venerate her with praise for 10 minutes straight without realizing? Something has gotta be wrong with my brain..I know I keep saying it, but this time I'm really starting to think I might need to go get a checkup or something.

Once I looked up, my eyes widened at the awe inspiring landscape that filled my vision

"Huh..was her place always this huge?" I mumbled to myself, as I reveled in the sight of her mammoth of an abode.

I'm not exaggerating either. Her house is massive.

It has at least 3 (maybe even 4) stories, coupled with a glistening white natural stone exterior and tempered glass windows between the faded orange shutters on each and every side of the home. The upper half of the house was layered with vinyl sliding as the natural stone tapered off, its peach colored sheen basking gorgeously in the wake of the falling sun along with its asphalt laden rooftop.

The garden (yes, not the lawn, the garden) was even more beautiful. Riddled with lilies, roses, and a plethora of various flowers I have never even seen before, it flourished beautifully amidst  an already breathtaking sight. To top it all off, the greek-esque water fountain that stood off to the side in the middle of a sea of lurid flora trickled specks of rain down onto the greedy plants, hungrily soaking themselves in its ocean of fluid. Such is to say, the scene laid before my eyes was almost too much for me to bear...it felt almost sacrilegious for me to be standing anywhere near this landscape.

It's stately in an elegant way, to say the very least..though perhaps a bit superfluous (dare I say) in some aspects, especially with the water fountain. Despite that observation though, its beauty would leave any sane human being awestruck regardless.

After examining the heavenscape, I looked back over at the peach colored front door, and nervously walked over to it down the concrete walkway.

Okay, just have to knock, that's all I have to do right? Just..knock..

After getting right in front of the door, I gently tapped its exterior with my knuckles as cold sweat dripped from my forehead.

...

Hm..

No answer.

I knocked once more, but yet again received nothing.

Huh..maybe I didn't knock hard enough? But I don't wanna hit the door too hard..it may be best if I just texted her and said that I'm waiting outside.

As I had that thought however, in that exact moment, the door creaked open.

A tall, fair skinned man with skinny jeans and a white t-shirt looked down at me, smiling as his glasses obscured his light blue eyes visibly.

"Oh hey, you must be Greg, right?"

His voice wasn't super deep, but it was masculine enough to catch my (already caught) attention even more than it would've been, and pretty quickly at that (though I think someone calling my name out like that completely from left field would have resulted in a similar reaction regardless).

I looked the man up and down, noticing his slim physique and calm demeanor, coupled with his chiseled facial features to top it all off. He looked like he was maybe in his mid to late thirties..so..it's probably Penny's dad?

"Ah-yeah, that's me. I'm here to see Penny for a project, sir" I barely managed to utter without sounding (too) awkward.

"Well c'mon in. She's already told me she was expecting someone" he replied with a jocund (cheerful) expression.

Figures. From the way he was talking, that much was obvious. I just prayed to God that he didn't resent me because his daughter invited over a boy with completely unknown intentions (one he's never seen or presumably ever heard of before at that). I mean I couldn't exactly blame him if he did..of course any man with a daughter as faultless and quintessentially empyrean as Penny would justifiably resent any and all boys completely unfamiliar with them.

I'm just really, really hoping that isn't the case in this instance.

After he stepped back fully inside his house, I cautiously followed his lead, stepping onto the pearl-like marble floor as he closed the door behind him. Once I calmed down a bit, I almost immediately noticed how high the ceiling was. Like, seriously, I'm no uh...what're they called..? Oh, right. I'm no house insulator or some well accomplished architect (as of yet), but even I can tell that its massive size is certainly impressive to say the least.

Speaking of the inside of the house, the rest of its constituents were nothing to scoff at either. The marble floor I mentioned earlier was partitioned in clearly sectioned tiles, complementing the similarly layered clear ornate walls and light brown stairs, leading up all the way to the top of the house. It actually ended up going up 3 stories, so I suppose that's the limit to the height of the home (it looked like it could fit at least 4 though, even from the inside. Maybe there's an attic up there somewhere...)

Before I could examine the rest of the place, Penny's (I'm assuming?) father stepped in front of me.

Right, back to business.

I closed my eyes momentarily, as I breathed deeply.

Okay, I have to prove to him that I'm worthy of taking his daughter's hand in marriage.

Wait, what?

No idiot! You're supposed to show him that you're not a threat to Penny or her sanctity! Why would you do that by immediately jumping to making such an extreme statement?!

Right-of course. I need to show him my confidence. Though ultimately I doubt it'll mean much to him in the end, it at least somewhat establishes how prepared I am to speak to him freely without too much stress going forward.

"Whoah, this place is a lot larger than I thought it'd be" I blurted out suddenly.

Crap! I said something unnecessary, and so comically fast after making such a cool declaration! Why do I always have to be such an idiot?!

The tall man just let out a light snort of amusement in response.

"Thank you, I don't get to hear that kind of thing too often. Sorry, we don't get many visitors" he smiled, before suddenly shouting:

"Penny! Your boyfriend's here!"

Wait, boyfriend?! Does this mean Penny's dad, or I guess Mr.Chindelin accepts me as a potential soulmate for his daughter (definitely not)? Was all of my fastidious prep and careful rumination all for naught? 

Eh, who cares? I'll take it!

Anyway, almost right after he turned over to the stairway to shout that violently provocative (in a good way) proclamation, she appeared. The beautiful goddess of love and fertility herself, the love of my life, carefully stepped onto the stairs clad in a beautiful pink blouse and sleek black slacks.

As I stared in awe of her stunning charm and gorgeous figure, she tenderly brushed the stair lining with gentle fingers, looking down on us with womanly grace.

Penny Valentine Chindelin had finally emerged onto the scene, smiling as serenely as always.