ANA
We make it to the McDonald's twenty minutes later.
We walk through the doors and I immediately see a long line at the register. I twist my lips and continue to walk to the end of the line. Christian stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and his chin on top of my head. I am standing there figuring out what I want to eat, when the person in front of us turns his head around and looks at us in disgust.
I take my eyes off of the menu and look over at him. He looks me up and down with a repulse look. Christian must see him staring at me because he suddenly stiffens.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" he hisses.
The guy looks at Christian startled. His eyes widen and swiftly turns around and keeps his eyes forward. I giggle when I see Christian glaring at the back of the guy's head.
"Fucking prick," I hear Christian mumble under his breath.
I shake my head and chuckle and turn back to the menu.
I decide I want a Bacon, Egg and Cheese McGriddle meal. I haven't had McDonalds since we were at our foster home.
"Did you decide what you wanted birthday girl?" he whispers in my ear.
"I did," I smile.
The guy in front of us finishes ordering and he scurries away from the counter. I chuckle and head up to the counter.
The young girl who is working the cash register looks up and gasps rather loudly. I roll my eyes and I hear Christian huff.
"Welcome to McDonald's what can I get you?" she stutters and looks everywhere but at us.
I look down at our clothing and see our jeans have dirt on them, our jackets are ripped and dirty, and I am sure our appearances look like we just crawled out of the sewer.
We haven't had a shower in a week. The shelters have shower stalls but they are always full, and we always find people in there having sex. It sucks that we don't have the opportunity to shower daily like most people do, but we try the best we can.
"Yes, we would like the Bacon, Egg and Cheese McGriddle meal, and a Big Breakfast meal with two cokes," Christian orders.
"That would be $10.27 please," she says hesitantly.
I sigh at her tone of voice. I know it's because she thinks we can't afford our food.
Christian smirks and hands her the $50 bill. She takes it and gives us a dumbfounded look.
I bet she didn't think we would have money. Probably thought that we would steal the food and run out of the door.
She hurriedly takes the money as she blushes from Christians glare, and gives us our change and receipt.
"Your order will be out shortly," she stutters once more.
"Thank you," I say sweetly.
Christian takes my hand and leads me to the drink fountain and fills our cups with soda.
I smile and kiss him on the lips when he hands me my cup.
We walk over to a table and sit down and wait for our number to be called.
I drink all of my soda easily. Christian does the same. We haven't drank anything since yesterday morning while at the shelter.
"Do you want more baby?" he gestures to my cup.
"Yes please," I smile.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and gets up and refills our drinks.
I watch him walk away and spot a group of girls who look like my age watching us from their table across from us.
I squirm in my seat when they all give me the same look of disgust. I pull my hat down farther down my face and lean back in the chair and look down at my fingers, trying not to listen in on what they are saying.
"Gross," I hear one of them say.
There not even trying to be quiet about what they are saying.
"I know. Have you ever heard of a shower?" they all laugh.
I close my eyes tightly, trying not to cry. I hate when people talk bad about me.
My eyes fly open when I hear them all gasp. I look up and see them staring at Christian while he sits down. He hands me my coke and I give him a small smile. He frowns but doesn't say anything.
I take a sip of my coke and hear them talking once again. They talk quietly this time.
"Look at him," one of purrs.
"I know. That man is fine,"
"Are they homeless or something?" one of them says.
"Look at what they are wearing, of course they are," I see her talking in the other girl's ear.
"Too bad, that man could be a model," she giggles quietly.
"I know right? He also needs to ditch that frumpy girl," she giggles.
Christian grinds his teeth and balls his hands into fists. I think he heard there conversation. They start to talk about me again and he whips his head around and glares at them. They stop talking and their eyes widen. They all look down at the table and continues to eat their food.
He turns to me and shakes his head. I give him a little shrug of my shoulder and take another sip of my coke.
Our number is called and he gets up and gets our order. While he is gone, the women all get up and throw their trash away and walk out of the door while looking at me in disgust once more.
There all dressed in nice, clean clothes. Beautiful purses hang from their shoulders. The blonde one looks at me up and down in judgement before she walks out of the door. She looks up and gives me a dirty look, turns around and flips her hair over her shoulder and struts out of the door with her head held high.
I close my eyes and try ignore their stares and insults.
Christian comes back and sets our food down on the table. He comes over and kisses my forehead softly.
"Ignore them baby, and let's try to have a good day today," he whispers in my ear.
I open my eyes and nod at him. He gives me a kiss on the lips and gives me my food. We scarf down all our food in five minutes. I moan at the last bite of my hash brown and take a gulp of my soda.
"Feel better?" he smirks.
"Very," I smirk back.
He chuckles and gets up and throws our trash away.
"I need the bathroom before we go," I say.
"Okay baby, I'll wait here for you,"
I nod and get up and head to the bathroom.
When I enter the bathroom, I see another women at the sink reapplying her lipstick.
Oh, great. Not another one.
I hurry to the stall before she has the chance to notice me. I don't want another judgment stare. There is just so much I can take in a day, especially when it's my birthday.
I do my business and I am about to walk out of the stall, but before I do I hear the women who was at the sink talk on what I am assuming is her phone.
"I am on my way. I need to go to the bathroom first but I need to wait until this disgusting ass girl gets out of the stall," she laughs.
I sigh in defeat. Nope, the insults are still coming.
"I don't know…I need to wipe down the seat when she is done…Exactly. The girl might have diseases for all I know," she says.
A lone tear slips out of my eye and I quickly wipe it away. I take a deep breath and walk out of the stall.
The girl is waiting by the wall and still talking on her phone. I walk past her and she recoils from me give me a repulsed look. I look back at her and see her still staring at me. Staring at me in distaste.
In anger, I flip her off and she gasps and her eyes widen. I smirk and walk out of the bathroom with my head held high. Fucking bitch.
Christian is leaning against the wall of the men's bathroom waiting for me.
"Ready baby?"
"I'm ready," I smile.
We both walk out of the McDonald's hand in hand.
A little over an hour later, Christian leads me to motel. Fontaine Motel.
I wait outside the office while Christian gets us a room for the day. We have had the opportunity to stay in a couple of motels throughout the last year. We remained in a motel for a few months after we got out of the foster home, and when we had the money from his fast food job.
We have stayed in shelters and on the street ever since.
Christian comes out of the office and waves a key in the air, smiling broadly. I smile and follow him up the stairs to the rooms. It is outdoor setup. We unlock the door to room 4C, and I follow him inside.
I sigh and throw myself on the queen size bed. I land on the bed and lay like a starfish. Christian chuckles as he takes off his hat and throws it on the dresser in front of me.
"Come on babe. Let's take a shower," he offers.
"That sounds so good right now," I moan.
He wiggles his eyebrows and leads me to the bathroom. We take off our clothes and when we are naked, he turns on the shower. I get inside of the shower and put my head under the torrent of water. I groan and enjoy the hot water on my skin. Christian smirks and comes behind me and nuzzles my neck.
He turns me around, and we both hold each other under the water. I put my head on his chest and sigh in content. He runs his hand through my hair and kisses my forehead. We stand under the water for a while, both holding each other in peaceful silence. We haven't had this much privacy while we were in the shower for a long time. I think we are both basking in that fact.
"Come on, let's get cleaned," he says after a while.
I nod, and he gets out the shower and hands me the shampoo and body wash that the motel provides. We both wash each other. I wash Christian's hair while I give him a passionate kiss. When we are both clean, Christian shuts off the water.
We both get out and dry off. After Christian helps me wipe my hair, he leads me to the bed. We are still naked.
He looks at me and softly pushes me on the bed. I close my eyes for a moment and wallow. I open my eyes and see him staring at me in lust. He crawls up my body, kissing me as the goes. I moan and run both my hands through his hair when he gets to my sex.
He suddenly flips me over, making me yelp. He pulls me up, so I am sitting up on my knees. He then slowly sinks into me from behind. We both moan as he slowly thrusts his hips upward. I throw my head back onto this shoulder as he cups both my breasts with his hands.
He takes one of his hands off of my breast and starts rubbing my clit with his fingers.
"Come for me baby," he pants in my ear.
I cum long and hard. He suddenly lays me on the bed, ass still in the air. He thrusts into me from behind hard and fast. He suddenly spanks me on my ass, causing me to cum again.
"Fuck baby," he moans loudly.
He quickly pulls out of me, and I feel his warm seed spill onto my back. He falls on top of me, both trying to catch our breath. When we are both breathing normally, he gets up and gets something to clean my back.
I give him an exhausted smile. He turns me around and holds me from behind as we both fall into a blissful sleep.
AN: Thank you for all of the reviews and following the story.
Q&A:
-They were always together while in foster care. I know that is probably not likely IRL, but I didn't want them to be separated.
-I guest review asked why Christian didn't want her to be safe, and to give her the world and basically thinking he wanted better for her than living on the streets. Yes, he wouldn't want her to be living this way. Ana would follow him anywhere even though they live on the streets, she loves him. Plus, it's just a story.
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