home is where i'm with you

And it's the sweet love that you give to me That makes me believe we can make it through anything 'Cause when it all comes down And I'm feeling like I'll never last I just lean on you 'cause baby You're my better half

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Saturday Morning {001}

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“What are you talking about? Doing your laundry is the most fun I have all week!” She teased, though in between all the school work and intern work, the affair, doing his laundry was probably the most mundane thing she did. The act of washing and folding his clothes was the most relaxing and natural thing she did. As she watched him finish his drink, Martha still held half of her coffee in between her hands, watching his dreamy eyes move around the room and back to her face. 

“Well let’s hear all your wonderful ideas, they can’t be better than laundry and cleaning.” She invited as she playfully poked his side.

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George couldn’t help but laugh at her response, shaking his head slightly. “We have got to get you a life,” he joked as he turned to rinse his coffee cup out, setting it in the drainer, giving himself a moment to think. He hadn’t been ready to be forced to come up with an alternative. He life mostly boiled down to going to class, getting through his internship, going out on the weekends, and wedging as much sleep as possible in between, with Saturdays reserved for Martha. He wasn’t exactly a font of fun weekend activities lately. 

Finally, he shrugged, turning back to her. “I don’t know, what did we used to?” He left the rest of the question unsaid. What did they used to do, before the nights George spent crying in her lap, before they broke up, before college happened and they both became infinitely busy, before they became this disconnected mess where doing laundry was what they did when they spent time together. 

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Saturday Morning {001}

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“Sounds like fun.” She mused him as she watching him spread his bagel toppings, more interested in watching him eat than actually eating herself. She had a mental image of him playing in her head, what his night might’ve went like and cursing him for not having the safest habits. She wouldn’t tell him that though,she didn’t tell him much she worried, it would make him feel bad and she couldn’t have that. So she spread her own topping and took a bite out of it as she heard him ask her the same question, though she was certain he already knew her response, she still gave it.

“Oh just stayed in you know, lots of work.” It was always along the lines, the same answer. It wasn’t a complete lie, she did stay in for part of her night doing her work. As her mind flickered to the intimate encounter she had the night before, wanting to tell George but figuring it would be better if she didn’t. She was partly ashamed of what she was doing, being a home wrecker wasn’t on the list of adjectives George would use to describe her.

“I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to do something today, if my guess is correct you really need groceries and to do your laundry?” She smiled at him with that knowing smile.

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George nodded, listening to her give the answer he expected. She had never been the type who really went out on Friday nights, truthfully he hadn’t been either until he’d hit college and discovered how easy it was to have anonymous sex with guys, to not have to think for an hour or two. Of course the morning after when he was hungover and his best friend insisted on showing up at the crack of dawn was far less fun, he thought it was worth it. 

“Yeah, we can do something,” George said as he downed the rest of his coffee. “Those things can wait until tomorrow if you want to actually do something fun today. We don’t need to spend it running my errands.” He felt bad, they always ended up doing stuff like that on Saturdays, but Saturdays were supposed to be their day together, not Martha’s day to make sure he’d survive another week. That wasn’t her responsibility and he hated that she thought it was, but he also knew it came from a good place. 

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Saturday Morning {001}

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“Somehow I doubt it.” Martha replied as she offered him a smile, her early morning attitude taking on an extra bright level once he kissed her cheek. His simple affections always managed to make the young woman just a little more cheerful. The hot liquid warmed her up as she took another slip before pulling out the bagels she’d brought and their paired spreads. She knew that sometimes she rose way too early but, she moved with the rest of the world, rise early and get the job done. 

“If there was an earthquake and I didn’t wake you, you’d sleep through it.” She joked as she moved to his kitchen for plates, moving through his cupboards like its her own home. As she searched the kitchen a message vibrated her phone and just as quickly as she read it, Martha tucked it away. This wasn’t time for the woman on her phone, this was George’s time. Though Martha told him everything, this was one secret she would keep.

“What did you do last night, sleep?” She asked as she set the plates before them.

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George rolled his eyes at her comment about how heavy a sleeper he was, not really being able to refute it. Once he had almost slept through the fire alarm in his dorm building freshman year, but his roommate was home and woke him. There was a reason he had three alarms set for the days when he had classes before noon. 

He watched Martha move through his kitchen, leaning up against the counter. When she brought back plates he set their bagels on them, pulling out the drawer in front of him to retrieve knives for them to spread with, handing one over to Martha. 

“No, I was out last night, you know the drill,” he explained quickly, not quite feeling like going into detail about his night. It hadn’t been anything special: get drunk, hook up, throw up, come home and pass out. “What about you? Do anything interesting lately?” He asked as he began spreading the cream cheese onto his bagel. 

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Saturday Morning {001}

It’s Saturday and like every Saturday the brunette is placing her key into the same door she knows almost, if not better, than her own. Martha has a boat load of classes and a full time internship but, Saturdays are her free days and those days are spent pestering George left and right. She comes with food and doesn’t even knock anymore, after she had received the key to George’s place, he didn’t answer her knocks anymore. 

As she set their breakfast on his table, she called out to him. Sometimes Martha wondered if she didn’t come to rouse him out of his slumber if he’d even get up today. Her hands fiddled with cardboard cup holder as she pulled her coffee out and took a whiff of the scent she associated with survival. Martha needed her coffee that was for sure, soon enough she called again, this time a little louder.

“George, your food will get cold!” She spoke, taking it a step further, “You’re not going to make me eat alone, are you?”

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George grumbled and rolled over as he heard his front door open, knowing it was Martha with breakfast. She always came over so early and didn’t seem to understand that he had been out last night. He opened his eyes slightly to check the clock on his nightstand, and it was exactly four hours after he had fallen into bed. 

He quickly realized she wasn’t going to give up (she never did) and hauled himself up out of bed, finding a pair of sweatpants to pull on before leaving his room and making a b-line for the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before he had to face  Martha. Once that was accomplished he finally made his way out into the living area of the apartment, taking one of the coffee’s from her and dropping a quick kiss to her cheek. 

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” he said as he sipped at the coffee. “You know if you waited an hour or so I would be up when you got here.”