Ma moitié

9. Milk et Coffee

***Avery***

Dawn, O'five hundred in the morning, the last day of July, August, nearing in. I woke up by the side of my bed, squinting both my eyes as the rays of sunlight touched my skin. It has been at least a month since Beau and I were in France.

A month had passed and both of us'd grown accustomed to the daily routine we'd been doing: waking up, eating breakfast, doing chores, eating lunch, playing board games, eating dinner, and falling asleep. It has been going on and on for days, and I'm surprised that we never got bored with the routine.

Beau and I shared a bed, he would wake up earlier than me and be around the kitchen for the first hour he was awake. He does this cute thing when he wakes up, stretches after waking up, then whispers, "10 more minutes," then falls asleep again. He wakes 10 minutes after all though.

I noticed it once, alright, maybe twice, when I woke up earlier than him. I rose from where I lay, looking out the window, the sea was calm today. The scent of breakfast traced the whole room. Beau cooks most of our breakfast. I help when he does lunch and dinner too.

I rushed out of the room, through the hall and down the stairs. As I reached the kitchen, there placed omelettes, sausages, and a basket full of bread. I sat by the countertop and circled my gaze around the room. "Beau?" I called out. Nobody answered.

A cup of hot coffee was placed beside the basket of bread, underneath was a note.

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Bonjour,

Had to go out and get some groceries. Breakfast is already ready, and I have already made you your coffee. I'll be back in an hour. By then, text me whenever you need something.

Beau.

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Oh, cute. He could've texted me though, but I appreciated his gesture. I smiled as I grabbed a piece of bread and sipped my cup of coffee. He'll be gone for an hour. I might as well try to entertain myself while he's away.

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***Beau***

As the song goes 'I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn, this will end, 'til he haunts me again.' I sang along. Along the road to the store, I kept myself occupied by music.

There was a grocery store near the villa. I wanted to bring Avery along, but I didn't want to disrupt him while he was sleeping. Once I arrived at the store, I looked for an available parking spot.

"What should I get first? What should I buy?" I muttered to myself as I parked my car. I checked my phone, expecting Avery to text what he wanted.

1 new message.

I unlocked my phone; it was from Avery. The text goes:

You know, you could've texted me instead of writing.

I chuckled, typing down: Thank you for your suggestion, I'll keep this noted. ?

He then replied.

Hurry up, I'm getting bored.

I'm only gone for 15 minutes.

I don't care. Your bread's soggy though. ?

Shut up, I bet you ate the whole basket anyway.

The chat paused; I knew it!

Be back quick! ?

?

End of message.

Avery confuses me sometimes. I don't know whether he's playing games or it's just his personality to be oblivious and look at the situation in a better picture. I know we've only been with each other for at least a month, but the kid already gave his trust to me.

I grabbed a pushcart and entered the store. I have a lot to buy, darn it, I should've made a list.

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***Avery***

It had been almost an hour and Beau hadn't come home yet. I tossed and turned on the couch, letting out a frustrated grunt. I know nothing about the channels on the TV, the board games we play are for multiple players, and I don't have any access to the internet.

There are books around the shelves, but I have read most of them. I stood up and roamed around the villa. There was a pool outside the living room, but the sun was too hot for me to handle.

Bored, I went back to our room and laid there silently. I texted Beau: 'When are you getting back, it has been an hour,' but received nothing in return.

I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to doze off from boredom; then the doorbell rang.

I hurriedly rushed downstairs to check who was outside. It was Beau, struggling to open the door. I laughed as I opened the door, he was a mess.

"A little help here." His frustrated voice made me stop from laughing, but it didn't stop me from snorting out from here and then.

I grabbed some of the paper bags from his hands and placed them in the kitchen. He returned to the car as he procured some of the items he purchased.

"This is a lot!" I exclaimed, tired from going back and forth from the kitchen to the main door.

"Beats me, you eat a lot," he teased, smiling as he brought the last bag over to the counter.

I lightly punched him on the shoulder, "Am not."

He laughed, "Ok, ok," then smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot something." He walked out of the house again. Maybe there was more.

He returned with a huge box with him, a box with holes. "Beau?" I asked, hesitantly.

"I figured," said Beau while catching his breath. "Since there may be times that I'll be away, doing some errands," still catching his breath.

I gestured that he should sit down and breathe for a moment before he continued. "Do you need water?" I teased.

He nodded and smiled. I then went to our fridge and grabbed a water bottle for him to drink.

"As I was saying," he continued. "I bought you something." He grabbed the box.

"Is there a celebration? Why are you buying me stuff even?" I asked.

"Just open it," he enthusiastically handed it over.

It was a heavy box. The box moved slightly as I carried it, I neared towards it trying to guess what was inside just by listening to it.

Purring sounds and the cutest 'meows' led out the box. My eyes widened and looked at Beau, "You didn't," I exclaimed.

He smiled, "I did."

I hurriedly opened the box. Two kittens, one as dark as the night sky, and the other as white as snow. The moment the box was completely opened, both pounced over, letting me fall to the ground, as if both of them knew who to greet.

"Now, now. Who are the both of you?" I giggled. They were the softest kittens I have held, and the cutest.

"The dark one is Coffee, and the light one is Milk. Both of them are ragdolls," said Beau. Such cute names, and quite a beautiful breed.

I looked at Beau, he smiled, pointing over his eyes as he pointed at Coffee. I grabbed Coffee and checked; they had different sets of eyes, just like Beau's.

"Aw, it's like your twin." I smiled.

He chuckled, "So is Milk," said Beau.

"Why?" I asked.

"Both of you are the most beautiful things I have seen."

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