Christian Turners' Upward Fall (BXB)

Morning Treats

Two hours of crying as Claire held me had properly exhausted me beyond belief. Eventually the both of us fell asleep, or at least I think both of us did. When I woke up Claire's warm embrace was absent and I felt the cold atmosphere of my apartment snake it's way over my skin. The sunlight streamed through the gap in my curtains creating a string of sunlight on my wall.

The T.V blared from the living room and I knew immediately that Claire was purposely trying to wake me without actually waking me. It was her way to avoid my wrath and awful mood whenever I woke from the comfort of my unconscious.

Next thing I know, not only is the T.V blaring but now music is being blasted obnoxiously throughout the apartment. I scowl as I can only imagine what she will do next in effort to wake me.

I force my way out of bed and walk into the living room. When Claire sees me she grins at her success.
"You need something?" I asked as I settled a glare onto her grinning self. She shrugged "nothing in particular" she responded. I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and started at its emptiness. Right. I suck at getting groceries, well it's not that I suck at It, I don't see how someone can suck at grocery shopping but I do absolutely loathe the monotonous chore.

I looked over at Claire with a pout on my face. Hopefully she would pity me and get me food. I know it's not very generous of me to expect her to shop for me but I couldn't help but want to take advantage of her seemingly endless supply of kindness.

Claire's hands found their way to her hips in defiance. She raised her brows at me and I scoffed mumbling a quiet "never mind" as I rolled my eyes.

Claire perked up, happiness filling her face with a smile.

"I know where we can go to get something good to eat" she said happily. "Okay" I said and waited for her to continue.

"Morning Treats, it's where Samuel works if you didn't know" she said.

"How on earth would I know that" I bit back.

She laughed in response before shrugging. She grabbed her purse and motioned for me to head to the front door. I quickly grabbed my phone and stuffed my wallet in my pocket. I grabbed my keys off their hook and hurried out of my apartment chasing after Claire who was already heading towards my car. I guess I was correct in assuming we were driving in my car. Claire would never waste her gas on a simple excursion as this. I didn't mind in the end because out of the two of us I was the only one with a job.

Claire sat down with a little sigh. I glanced at her as I settled into my seat. She slumped into the seat with a pout on her face. I wanted to roll my eyes so fucking bad.

"What is it?" I said bluntly.

"You haven't even kissed me once today or said thank you for me being a wonderful girlfriend earlier as you sobbed like a baby" she said, she seemed incredibly annoyed at me.

Immediately the shame I had been feeling earlier crept back in as I glared at the steering wheel as I had nothing else to release my frustration on. It's not like I wanted to cry and have her rock me to sleep like a child. She must have noticed my distressed state because her hand crept over to mine. Her hand gripped mine tightly and squeezed it in reassurance.

"Don't worry babe, it's fine you're aloud to be vulnerable around me. I won't judge you" she said softly, she gave my hand one last squeeze before she retracted her hand away from mine.

She told me she would never judge me but I couldn't help but feel really fucking judged.

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Morning Treats was a small but very beautiful building. The building was in the main parts of New York and was only 5-10 minutes away from my apartment. The building was connected on the left side with other small buildings, some of them boutiques and there was even a waxing salon.