Eljah's POV

"I'll text you when I'm on my way back" I rolled my eyes at the thought. Right, like he's capable of not making a show of sneaking up on me.

I stood in the kitchen, back turned to the door, fixing myself some breakfast while I waited for the text I was allegedly supposed to get, telling me Nico's on his way back with his DVDs….and whatever else he had up his sleeve.

"I'd sooner believe he was more capable of finding something nice to say about that Dark Tower movie than he is of giving me notice before he shows up." I said aloud to, well I thought anyway, myself. I shook my head

"Awww, come ooonnn! That's what you love about me!" Nico interjected from a countertop he was suddenly sitting on, startling me into spilling the pot of coffee I was pouring. I tossed my arms up as I turned to face him. "What do I even bother with caffeine anymore for when I have you to wake me up?"

"Sorry." He chuckled. He leapt off the counter when I kneeled down to wipe it up. "Here, lemme get that for you."

" I got it." I insisted.

"Alright, well at least lemme get you another one." He insisted back.

"That is neither necessary nor possible." I sighed. "You spilled the last of it."

"Diiiid I?" He boasted, reaching into his backpack for something.

"What did you- ?' I started to ask before he pulled out a small bag of coffee from it.

"Pike Place medium roast, right?"

"Right, but how did you know…..and when did you go to Starbucks?"

"A good stalker always knows how to find this kind of thing out….and I didn't. Had some at the house."

"...No one at your house eats or drinks anything"

"No one who lives at my house eats or drinks anything" He corrected. "we keep a small supply for guests."

"..and you just happened to have this blend?"

"Like I mentioned before, human me had somewhat of a Starbucks addiction, so that's from my old place. I packed it up when I moved out. Now, personally, I was more of a dark roast guy, myself. I just ended up with that by chance one day when they were out of dark."

"I see."

"As my memory serves, dark was significantly better." He smirked.

"Noted." I chuckled. "In the meantime, this one will do fine."

"Are you sure? Cause I can grab a mask and go to Starbucks, if you'd rather try the other."

I shook my head with another chuckle. "Maybe next time."

He nodded as I went to fix myself a pot of the new brew.

"So, what else you got up your sleeve there?"

He began rummaging through the pack again. "The miniseries I promised, another couple books for myself, aaaand some more King favorites of mine...also on DVD."

"Aaaand the so called King Favorites are?"

He grabbed them out of his pack and held them out. "Christine, Big Driver, and Cujo."

"I'm sensing a theme here."

"Right." He laughed. "Well, the first two were unintentional, then when I realized it, I just said "What the Hell? and went with it."

I nodded. "Not a bad idea, I've heard good things about those ones."

"Better have." He smirked. "And I still can't believe you haven't ever seen Cujo! I mean, how does that even happen?"

"I'm just gonna ignore the obvious dog joke there aaand tell you that I just don't believe in movies that everyone HAS to see." I sighed. "The whole concept is overdrilled into my head and, quite frankly, more often than not just builds them up waaay more than they really are worth….I will watch it now because I'm particularly invested in doing so now though."

He sounded so defeated when he sighed. "I suppose I'll take it….for now."

"And Iiiiii will take that answer...for now." I chuckled.

He shook his head. "You're terrible."

"I know, I'm just the worst. No wonder you come in here and have to make me spill my coffee."

"Okay, that was uncalled for!" He chuckled. "I said I was sorry and gave you another bag….you're welcome, by the way."

" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, thank you for that. Happy?"

"I am" He smirked.

"...And thank you for insulting my taste in coffee right after." I snickered.

"Oh, I insulted your taste in coffee?"

"Yes, you did. And I'm extremely offended by it." I cut him off before he could even open his mouth to speak again. "Especially from one who doesn't even need coffee anymore."

"Whatever." He sighed. "So, what's on the agenda today, any ideas?"
"Process of elimination, it does NOT involve spilling my coffee again." I smirked.

"Oh my God…" He muttered. "I'm never gonna live this down, am I?"

"Not for the foreseeable future, you're not."

He groaned quite dramatically. "What do I have to do, man? Buy you a whole damn Starbucks?" He was trying desperately not to smile….and losing. "Would that make you happy?"

"Is that an option?" I chuckled.

He put his head in his hands. "You are just impossible, you know that?"

"Yeeeahhh, but that's just what you love about me, isn't it."

He sighed, peeking between his fingers, probably hoping I hadn't noticed. "...You're not totally wrong. I don't like it….but I suppose it does crack the top ten, if you put a gun to my head."

"What good would a gun to your head do? You're kind of bulletproof, are you not?"

"You are just going out of your way to prove how impossible you are, now, aren't you?"

"I might be." I shrugged, getting ready to pour the new pot of coffee. "Now, I'm gonna pour this waaay over here, so that you're not tempted." I snickered.

He slid down off the countertop, trying desperately to keep a straight face again. "That's it, I'm gone."

"I'm kidding!" I laughed. "Kidding, kidding! Come on, you know that."

"Do I?" He called back, already in the other room.

"Yes, you do. Please come back."

He approached the entryway, peering from around a corner. "Alright, I will if you beg some more." He smirked.

"Nicooo" I whined, unintentionally giving in.

"That's what I like to hear." He kissed my cheek as he sat back down next to me. "So, seriously tell me now...what do you wanna do today?"