(Buckle up buckaroos, this is a long one)
Chris's POV:
I groan and roll over, stretching my arm out to try and hold Shawn. I pat around the bed, still not feeling him. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that he was indeed gone. I was a little confused. I knew he was a morning person, but it seemed really early. I sat up and reached over, checking the time. 5:02am, Nov 23rd, 2023. Huh.
Oh wait. Oh no...I did not want to go downstairs. I did not want to see Shawn today. I did not even want to look at him. He is the definition of crazy bitch of her period when it's Thanksgiving. He's gonna be in the kitchen all day bitching. I sighed and just decided to prepare myself.
I got out of bed and rubbed my neck. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and put it over my boxers, but didn't bother putting on a shirt. Watch, I was probably gonna get bitched at for it by Shawn. Whatever.
I made my way out of the room without any further attempt at making myself look decent. I carefully walked down the stairs, looking out for Shawn. Well apparently it was the wrong time to go downstairs. Shawn walked through the front doors carrying bags over bags. He looked up at me.
"Babe can you help me with the groceries?" I sighed. "Uh huh...totally didn't just wake up but, whatever." He glared at me. "Y'know I had just been at the store for about an hour now!—" I blocked out what he was saying as I walked outside half asleep. It was cold and I hadn't considered that.
I grabbed as many bags as I could, only leaving 2 more in there. I walked back inside and made my way to the kitchen and sets the bags down. Shawn glared at me. "Did you even listen to what I was saying?" I tiredly looked back at him. "No. Honestly no because I really don't give a shit. What the hell were you even doing at the store at.." I checked the time. "5 o' clock in the morning."
His eyes widen, then he takes a long, deep breath. "If you would have listened, you would have fucking known!" I pinched the bridge of my nose as I sighed. "Ok babe.." He shook his head. "Are you gonna at least help at all today?" I breathed and shrugged. "I don't know..we're not there yet..it's not that time.."
It looked like he was about to explode, then he calmed down. "Get out." I shrugged again and walked out of the kitchen. I heard him say a couple curses and complaints, but I didn't really care right now. I just wanted to go back to sleep. I walked into my room and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep a couple minutes later.
I woke up again to the sound of talking and things clinging. Great.. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then got out of bed. I walked out of my room, and I could swear I heard moaning. I stopped for a second, but decided that if there really was moaning, I didn't want to know. I walked downstairs, cautious of you know who. I looked into the kitchen and saw him by himself, making whatever he was making.
I silently came up behind him and hugged him from behind. That was my bad. He jumped hard and turned around holding up a pan. "Chris what the hell!?" That made me jump a little as well. "I was just—" "Out!" I stuck my arms out in disbelief. "But I was just—" "Out before I hit you with this damn pan!"
I groaned and walked away. "Take your damn period pills you old hag!" That was also my bad. After silence, I turned to see what was up, but was immediately hit with a wooden spoon he threw. I immediately fell as I groaned.
"Shove that up your ass!" Shawn yelled. I laid there for a moment before shakily getting up and walking upstairs. As soon as I reached the top, I heard it again; that moaning. It couldn't have been past 9am; who the hell is fucking—or jerking off—at 9am in the morning?
I walked closer to the door that the moans were coming from. And guess what. It was Corey's room. What a fucking shocker. I banged on the door. "Shut the hell up in there!" It went silent, then I heard talking. Oh. What another fucking shocker.
