Morning afters are always awkward...not matter what [RP for im_afreakshow]

[notantichrist]

Sam had woken up that morning with Claire cuddled up next to him, his arm wrapped around her waist. They'd stubbornly clung to their sides of the bed until they'd fallen asleep. Claire had insisted on taking the couch. He had insisted that wasn't right and finally given her the option to share the bed with him. He didn't see any point in her being

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[thecheerleader]

The party hadn't been too exciting, but she had enjoyed it enough. Claire was trying to stay in a good mood for Sam, who she liked being around regardless of what was going on at home. He was a welcome distraction from all of the things that she didn't want to think about, and she felt a little more grown up around him. He had his own apartment, he was going to college, and things were pretty normal for him. She wondered if it would ever be like that for her.

Her father would have killed Sam if he knew that she hadn't slept on the couch. It'd been too late to drive back after the party, but she had been fine with the couch. Until Sam started acting guilty, and worried. It was silly.

But seeing Sam walk into the bedroom wearing a towel and nothing else, Claire definitely thought she should have stayed on the couch.

"Yeah," she nodded quickly, turning over on her other side so that she couldn't stare at him anymore. "You should do that."

This was a little too grown up, even for her.

[notantichrist]

"Sorry. Thought you were still asleep," he apologized as he ducked back into the bathroom and got dressed. He came back out in a few minutes.

"Uhm...if you want breakfast there's a diner not far from here."

Nice. This was awkward.

[thecheerleader]

"You and your diners," Claire teased. She had made the bed while Sam was getting dressed and headed into the bathroom to wash her face and eat some toothpaste. The next time she agreed to go to a party with Sam, she was going to have to prepare herself with an overnight bag. Currently she was wearing her sweatpants and one of Sam's shirts, but it pretty much swallowed her up.

She walked back into the bedroom and looked around, trying to think of something that would make this less uncomfortable. "I can cook," she offered, moving for the kitchen as soon as she said the words. She found half a loaf of bread, almost a full carton of eggs, and enough other odds and ends to make breakfast manageable. He ate so much that she was surprised he had anything around at all.

"Do you like french toast?"

[notantichrist]

Okay so Claire=totally amazing. She went to boring Christmas parties with him, didn't make him drive her home late at night AND she made him breakfast in the morning.

"Yeah, I love French Toast," he said with a grin. "Have you got everything you need? 'Cause I can run to the store real quick if you need me to."