Sunday morning Sam wakes up with a groan. Her brain pounds in her school as the harsh light from the sun hits her directly in the face. Rising to a sitting position, Sam rubs her eyes and takes a wary glance around the room.
She relaxes a bit when Sam finds that she's in her bed and not a stranger. She spots Bisky asleep on the floor next to her dress. Rubbing some more sleep out of her eyes, Sam grabs her blanket with her free hand and attempts to pull it up. She freezes in place when the blanket seemingly gets caught on something.
Cautiously Sam turns her head to what is supposed to be the empty side of her king bed. Her heart pounds in her chest as she casts her gaze down to what thankfully is an empty mattress. Another tug of her blanket reveals that it was just caught on the corner, nothing more.
"Whew." Sam audibly sighs in relief and groggily hops out of bed. "Morning, Bisk." She greets the feline as she rises and stretches from her spot on the floor.
Sam hops out of bed and adjusts the oversized t-shirt hanging loosely off of her frame. Her hungry cat meows at the door, demanding to be let out. Sam yawns and opens the bedroom door. Bisky shoots out the door and down the hall, leaving Sam to follow.
"Slow down Bisk." Sam shakes her head at the eager cat and follows after her.
Sam makes her way into the kitchen and furrows her brows when Bisky isn't in her usual place waiting to be fed.
"Bisky?" Sam calls aloud to the cat.
A soft meow sends Sam into her living room where Bisky sits perched on the back of her couch. Sam walks over to the couch and pats the cat's head gently.
"What are you doing you, little weirdo?" Sam asks the cat.
Bisky meows again and Sam is about to reply when she fully looks down at the couch. She chokes on air at the sight in front of her. Max lays sprawled out and fast asleep on the couch below her.
"Shit. I thought he went home." Sam mumbles to herself.
Slowly memories of the night before start to creep into Sam's mind. Loud music, drinks, a kiss. A kiss? Sam shudders when she remembers the kiss. It was only one, but it was enough to stick in her mind over all the other shit that probably happened last night.
Unsure of what to do, Sam takes Bisky back into the kitchen and feeds her. She doesn't want to wake Max up and make things weird for the both of them. So instead she switches on her coffee pot and leans against the counter to wait.
Once the coffee is done Sam pours herself a cup and leans against the counter again to get her first few sips in. Bisky sits in the corner and enjoys her meal.
"You've really got to get a better couch." Sam is startled out of her thoughts when Max comes around the corner with a yawn.
"I could have made you sleep on the floor." Sam quips back, still not fully awake yet.
"Well then, guess you aren't a morning person." Max shrugs and walks over to Sam. "At least you look well-rested." He comments as his gaze pans down to Sam's bare legs.
"Eyes are up here casanova." Sam takes a sip from her mug casually. "Mugs are in that cabinet to your left." She nods to the cabinet above the toaster.
Max nods and pours himself some coffee in silence. The room fills with an uncomfortable atmosphere for a few seconds.
"Thanks for letting me crash here." Max pipes up after he gets a few sips of coffee in his system. "I was way too plastered to make it home."
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Bloodlines//MJF
Fanfic"You know I'm just using you to get in your dad's head right?" Sam's arms wrap around the back of Max's neck. "That's fine. Because truthfully? I'm just using you to royally piss him off." Max flexes his shoulders against her delicate touch. His ha...
