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Title: Different Types of Coffee
Summary: Tweek muses about his life of coffee. CraigTweek
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: CraigTweek
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: My own hatred for Coffee. :gags: And I thought for it while reading Twitchable Wiz's stuff.
Comments: This is told in the perspective of Tweek.
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Different Types of Coffee
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Coffee
Honestly I hate the stuff. Tastes like flavored dirt. Utterly disgusting. But oddly relaxing.
I guess you could say I was raised off the stuff. Parents always had me trying 'new flavors' as a child and just didn't let up, not even after the doctor told them that it was the cause of all my mental issues.
It's like a drug for me. I get too freaked out -I drink some, putting my taste buds aside- and it calms me, helps me think.
Though, it seems, different flavors have different effects.
Regular, without excess sweetness, stops my twitching.
Black, bitter through and through, makes me focused.
Vanilla, with it's tangy but sweet twang, makes me sleepy.
Double espressos, with the extra caffeine, makes me crash into a twitching, yelling pile.
So on and so forth.
It's always been that way.
Well, until I made friends with Craig.
I'm not certain, but, I think he has physical Turrets. He subconsciously flips people off, unable to control himself, not even NOTICING when he does it.
Really, we became friends by some weird turn of events, when we were kids. Long story short, we were tricked into fighting and wound up in the hospital. How I hate that place.
After that, he apologized by bringing me a gift. Coffee. Thusly, our friendship was born.
Before him, I had never told anyone that I hated coffee and when I suddenly blurted it in the middle of a video game he laughed.
I swear his laugh is contagious because before long I was laughing too. We collapsed onto one another and laughed childishly for five minutes. When we finally settled and sat in silence he made an off-handed comment that I wasn't twitching.
Finally I learned there was something else besides a dirt-flavored drink that could calm me.
At the time I just looked at my hands funnily and leaned away from the teen, shaking starting almost automatically.
Almost a year later I wouldn't go a day without him hugging me to calm my nerves, but it was all friendly until one day.
That 'one day' was a day we were out at the movies. It was some stupid comedy that involved an iPod taking over –secretly I threw my iPod out the window when I got home- and for some reason I turned to look at him to say something to find his mouth was covering mine.
I went completely still, eyes wide, and remained that way even after he pulled away and apologized. The rest of the movie went by in a blur and the next thing I knew I was getting in his car to be driven home.
He didn't start his Jeep right away; instead he sat in the driver's seat, hand gripping the wheel, eye starting blankly forward. Then, he turned and looked at me, a little distraught.
Unexpectedly I had reached out, grabbed him, and crashed my lips to his.
An awkward make-out session followed, involving me ignoring the fact that the stick shift was digging into my side and him muttering things when ever any sort of distance was put between us.
Another year later and I was rarely found with coffee in my hand.
And now here I am, curled up in Craig's arms, noting that he is once again flipping the lamp off in his sleep and contemplating getting up for work or not.
Ironically I work at a coffee shop, the place that could be considered the 'start' of the merry-go-round I call my life.
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Written in a rush. Only 40 minuets. Real crappy. No plot. No nothing.
Ugh, sorry if I wasted your time. Will go back and edit eventually.
Honestly, I've drank coffee maybe four times in my life and none of the experiences were good. Blech.
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