Fallenreaper
location ⇀ home > katia corriveau's house
interactions ⇁ his mother and sister > mentions katia corriveau (@Burning Kitty)
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Tanner huffed out a breath, dropping the weight bar back onto the garage floor. He groaned as he straightened up, stretching his arms behind his head, his back giving a satisfying pop. He had enough time for a shower before leaving, which, as he smelt himself, he needed. He rubbed his eyes as he left the garage, going back into his house. He heard the sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and toast wafting through the air. His sister often called him nuts for getting up at four in the morning. But, Tanner was dedicated to his workout routine. He liked the quietness the morning brought, but he loved the bustling activity of his family in the morning. Especially hearing his sister's, Tabby’s, ramblings about something going on at school. He fondly rolled his eyes as he went upstairs to get ready for school.
He rushed his shower a little bit, the smell of bacon lingering in his nose. His stomach was reminding him how hungry he was. He didn’t dress in anything special, making sure to slip on his varsity jacket, something he rarely went without. He got downstairs in time to see a plate of bacon being put on the island. His sister immediately went for a piece, but their mother, Debra, slapped her hand away.
“Now, now, you know better. You must give your thanks before getting food,” she scolded lightly before resuming to butter the toast.
Tabby pursed her lips. “Thanks, God, amen,” she grumbled, going for the piece again without trouble.
“The best thanks I’ve ever heard,” Tanner said teasingly, ruffling his sister’s hair much to her dismay.
“Do not encourage her,” Debra said, but she was smiling down at the toast.
Tanner chuckled and gently nudged Tabby. “Thanks, God, amen,” he said, making Debra sigh and Tabby laugh, as he shoved a couple pieces of bacon in his mouth.
Tabby pulled a face. “Chew first.” she said, and Tanner flicked her nose before rushing around the island to get away from her slapping hands.
He made his protein shake, putting it in his shaker bottle, and grabbing a few other packs of his protein shake mix to slip to a certain somebody. “Where’s Dad?” he asked curiously, grabbing his backpack off a hook in the laundry room attached to the kitchen to shove the protein packs into.
“Went to the church early to get some paperwork in order,” Debra replied, and narrowed her eyes at him. “Won’t you eat more than a couple pieces of bacon and that shake?” she asked, eyeing the bottle in his hand with disapproval. She was a firm believer that breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and she thought Tanner never ate enough.
“I’ll be fine, just like every morning,” he said, slinging his backpack on, and hesitating near Debra. She was holding out a piece of toast with an eyebrow raised, and Tanner slowly took it. He knew not to challenge his mom. “I gotta go pick up Katia, so I’ll see you after practice,” he said, kissing Debra’s cheek, and walking around the island to give Tabby a hug.
“Don’t get toast crumbs on me!” Tabby complained, but she hugged him back.
“I am so glad you are still with Katia. Such a sweet girl. It’s so tragic what happened to her father,” Debra said.
Tanner forced a small smile. Debra always had to mention Katia’s father each time she was brought up. It was growing annoying, but he would never say that to his mother. He also hated all this lying he did. “Yeah, it really is. Um, gotta go!” he said, and took a bite of his toast as he left the kitchen. “Love you guys!” he called back as he juggled his things to open the front door.
His parents had surprised him with his car for his sixteenth birthday. They didn’t go cheap, either. His baby sat pretty in the driveway, the black paint glimmering in the sunlight. He got in, leaving the top up unless Katia said she wanted it down. After washing his toast down with his protein shake, he was off. His car snarled down the road, his custom stereo system softly playing early 2000s music. He had a bit of soft spot for the pop and rock of that time.
It didn’t take long for him to drive to Katia’s. She didn’t live too far from his house, thankfully. He pulled up to her house, taking a deep breath as he shut the engine off. Okay, he could do this. Today, the guilt was weighing a little heavier, but he could do this. He had been doing it for months, surely another month or two wouldn’t hurt… or until graduation. He was such a bad person. He took another deep breath before he began to get out of the car, with the intent to go knock on the front door to let Katia know he was here.
