Mochachino: A mocha-cappuccino that is prepared by using dark chocolate syrup, espresso coffee, half-n-half steamed milk, and foam. Bitter tasting. Served warm.
Coffee. He could smell it every time Tweek walked into the room, thermos raised to his lips to take a nervous sip as he found his desk in the safety of the back. It, Craig thought as he would watch the boy jerk into his seat, followed him like a sickly-sweet, yet somehow still bitter, miasma or aura.
Which made perfect sense as Tweek was the son of the town's coffee one-stop-shop, Harbucks, owner/manager. Kid even worked there after school most days, spazzing-out behind the counter to get each mochachino just right, down to the pointless layer of steamed milk that crowned each one. Craig knew because he made it a point to visit the shop every few days and order the pre-mentioned beverage. Not that he was a coffee nut or really even enjoyed its taste—it was Tweek he stayed for and the preparation for a single Venti-sized mochachino took nearly ten minutes, which gave him an excuse to linger.
Plus, it was easier to talk with him if he didn't have a route to escape by.
Normally, Craig would attempt to say at least a hello to him every day, trying to lay down the basic foundation of friendship, but the kid either always ignored him or screamed something about some sort of conspiracy and take jerky steps away from him.
At work, Tweek had to stay and make that ridiculously precise drink and Craig was free to talk to him as much as he could in that short time slot, even if Tweek hardly said anything back. Most Craig would ever get was a mutter or two that he couldn't quite catch, or Tweek would tell him it was too much pressure to talk to him—'cause cooking up those difficult drinks for overtly picky drinkers wasn't?—and dodge into the back once Craig's mochachino was finished.
But today would be different. Craig could feel it. Or some gay shit like that.
Today Tweek was going to talk to him.
-clears off cobwebs and blows dust away- Crackers! I've been gone for-ever! Eh. Sorry. I've been working on original stuff that I can't post up on here so my stories are unmothered to. -pets them- Maybe I should update my other shit instead of posting new crap. . .
This was a three word challenge fanfic given to me by my friend Wendy (I think she has an account on here. . .Heartbeatstatic? or something like that). She loved it so I decided to spread the love.
Enjoy.
And review?
-- Ele.