You're My Fallen Angel

The next day
Carter started to wake up an hour after I was already awake. She yawned and sat up. She looked like she slept good. "Good morning sleepyhead." She turned to me still half asleep "Morning." I thought she might have been hungry so I went downstairs and fixed her breakfast. Fifteen minutes later she came to the kitchen. "What smells so good?" "It's breakfast. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, biscuits. I thought you might be hungry and I haven't ate yet." Breakfast like this was her favorite. She sat down on the couch and started to watch looney tunes.

Carter's P.O.V
Andy brought me breakfast and sat down beside me and watched looney tunes as we ate. He knows this is my favorite breakfast. He knows me too well. I wish I could tell him how I feel about him, but I don't know how or when to. "Carter?" "Yes?" "We should talk after breakfast." "Is everything okay?" "Yeah everything's fine. I've just been meaning to talk to you about something." We finished breakfast and my heart started racing. I had no idea what he wanted to talk to me about. I went to the bathroom and took a minute for myself. I was scared of what he was going to say. I got back downstairs and say beside him. "Carter, I need to tell you something." Holy shit.

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