Stay (ManxBoy)

Chapter One - The Routine

Koyaanisqatsi:

(n.) Nature out of balance; a way of life so unbalanced that you need a new way.

Chapter One - The Routine

06-24-2014

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Waking up next to someone is the best thing in the world, unless it's a stranger after a drunken night out. Luckily I get to turn around and watch her beautiful features, see how peaceful she is while sleep still overpowers her. She's absolutely stunning, but that's still the only thing I can say about her. For over six years I have known her and we were friends until three years ago. Nothing changed for me, the friendly feelings towards her kept being friendly. But somehow the pressure of my parents, other family members and friends became too much and I decided to ask her out.

I don't know why I have never felt anything towards her, other than the urge to care for her and make sure she's always safe and happy. Maybe she's just not the one for me and I will meet another woman somewhere along the way. Someone who will make my heart start beating faster. Someone who I will see and immediately know that she's the one.

But for now I'm content with being where I am right now, right beside her. My Charlotte is the sweetest girl I know. She's caring, loving and extremely nice to everyone. It seems to come so natural to her and that's seriously something I am jealous off.

I softly trail the tips of my fingers over her cheek, to the base of her throat. And then her eyes flutter open as she reveals herself to me, with a sleepy look plastered on her face. As she finally focus-es on me a smile graces her lips and she stretches her arm out so she can intertwine her hand with mine.

'Morning,' she whispers to me as she rolls herself over to me. She gives me a quick kiss on my lips before pulling the blankets off of her and stepping out of bed. Her naked form walks towards the curtains which she immediately pulls open, looking over to me with a smirk as she hears my frustrated groan.

'You hate me,' I whine as she runs out of the room while laughing, without a respond. I slowly build up the courage to get myself out of bed and get ready for the day ahead.

Within half an hour I am fully dressed and shaved and Charlotte is waiting for me downstairs, completely ready herself too.

'Coffee?' She asks, but pushes a cup into my hands without waiting for a reply. I never say no to coffee this early in the morning anyways. She gives me a knowing smile before making her way to the fridge and taking the things out to make us breakfast.

While sipping from my coffee I get the bread from the kitchen table and some cheese from the fridge. As Charlotte finishes our breakfast, I make our lunch.

We slowly eat our breakfast and I enjoy my cup of coffee, whereas Charlotte sips from her tea. As we finish I start putting everything into the dishwasher. I make sure that I have everything ready before I put on my shoes and coat.

'Char, are you ready?' I scream through the house and I get an immediate response.

'I am waiting for you,' she teases back and I chuckle as I see her struggling with her coat zipper. I slowly pull her hands away from it and zip it up before taking my bag in my hand and giving Charlotte's to her. She forgets her bag way too often.

I pick the keys from the table next to the door before opening the door for her to go outside.

As we are seated in the car she talks a bit about what she'll be doing today. She works in the morning as a secretary at the local hospital, but in the afternoon she always volunteers at the home-less shelter in a nearby city.