Some People Say
A/N: So after all the depressing fics I've been writing lately I needed some happiness to lighten my day up a little. I don't write happy fics well, but I try.
He stands behind the counter at the coffee shop he's parents own. He refills his own cup of coffee every hour on the hour, almost like it's a ritual. Some people say he has an addiction problem.
He serves every customer with a cheerful smile even when they are in a bad mood and talk down to him. Some people say he's a pushover.
He cleans the counters and coffee machine manically after every order, trying to keep it as neat as possibly. He says it makes him work better. Some people say he's crazy.
His always messy blonde hair shines brightly in the overhead lights. Some people say he has no sense of personal hygiene.
His bright green eyes are glassed over, like his thoughts are somewhere other than work. Some people say he's unfocused.
He shakes madly, but he's done that since we were younger. Some people say he needs help
He mumbles to himself on occasion when the shop is nearly empty. Some people say he's schizophrenic.
He pulls at his hair when the shop gets busy and it's too much to handle on his own. Some people say he's incapable.
He knocks over the mop bucket every night when he's cleaning up after closing. Some people say he's messy.
He fumbles with the keys when he locks up at night. Some people say he's clumsy.
He stumbles into my arms on the pavement. Some people say he's uncoordinated.
Me? I just look at him and say,
"I don't care what other people think or say. You're my perfect little coffee boy, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
A/N: I know this is like super duper short, but I love it. I don't even know why...maybe it's the ending. This actually took so long to write.
