He did not go to the coffeehouse.
He did not go to the coffeehouse to get a Peppermint Mocha that a certain blond-haired boy had started filling his thermos with.
He did not sit down at the table said blond-haired boy normally sat at.
He did not find himself agreeing that the Peppermint Mocha was actually delicious
He did not disagree with Clyde's earlier comment about it being a chick drink.
He did not sigh for the first time in a long time out of content after putting the steaming cup down on the table, cradling it with both of his ungloved, freezing hands while wondering why he'd never tried it earlier.
He did not think of that previously mentioned blond-haired boy and how he seemed to be mimicking his actions.
He did not tell himself that he would be going to this coffeehouse more often.
He did not get up after finishing his Peppermint Mocha just to get another one for said blond-haired boy because he certainly did not feel bad about slapping it from his hands and breaking his thermos.
He did not do any of these things, because they never happened. After all, that blond-haired boy had already agreed: it never happened.
I have no idea what's wrong with me. South Park plot bunnies keep coming this week, as judged by my 3 other SP fics (subtle self plug that is no longer subtle! :P)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this drabble! :)