Coffee Philosophy

By Infinitis A humble fan fic writer

It's not just about Starbucks... its life!

From Author: I want to dedicate this fic to all of those who supported me! Yah! Bring on the reviews! Love ya guys TT. Oh, and don't forget the Pepsi products. Being sugar high while writing stories is the greatest feeling!! Thank yas!

Celena POV

A week. Just one week of HIM without matches is the worst thing any human being has ever gone though! My sanity is breaking! A couple of times I thought of suicide, just to get away from this madness! But once I begin, he'll be the one doing the suicide.

Poor guy. Maybe I should give him the matches... Nah, even though the insanity of it all- it's intriguing. Seeing the most egocentric arrogant person in my life fall down to humbleness just because of a simple element...fire.

"...uhhhhhg. Ahhg. Ah. Ehhh."

My hand slaps the back head of a miserable soul beside me. "Stop your sulking and get on with life, or better yet GET A LIFE!! Gez, It's only matches. You're the most pathetic person I ever seen." My eyes looked beyond our small coffee table to the people around us. All eyes are on the two of us. I moved my hand over my eyes. Damn, this is frustrating and humiliating! Just because of a certain pyro I know.

Well, I do have my own share of loving fire. But, most people see me as a water or cool person.

"Ceeeeeelly..." I looked back down to the silver-haired teen whose head lay on the table.

"What now??" I can't stand this child's-play anymore.

My cerulean eyes grazed over his glazed ruby orbs. Such a pitiable sight to behold... He looks so helpless. I notice that his lips are starting to quiver-

"I need my matches. I won't set anything dangerous on fire anymore. I promise!! Just... Give my life back—" His voice is so sincere it makes me want to cry. But I've known him long enough that beneath that sincere exterior is a wolf waiting for the prey. My mouth opens to protest.

"P-please??" I look back into those deep eyes of his, that pathetic look on his face. Pitiful. And cute.

Well, people always say that opposite attracts. But I've never heard of fire attracting water... And thus, in this battle between us, the fire has won against the water and so turns into steam that blows away in the wind.

"..." I slammed my fist on our table. "Dilandau, if you behave yourself and try not to get anymore of our places burnt down to a crisp...then I'll give you your matches." I'm crazy. I shouldn't be doing this. My ears notice the silence in the room. I looked to the people who surrounded our table. All are wearing horrified looks saying 'What the heck?' 'Why did you do this?' 'Are you insane?' Yes.

As the minutes of silence passed, Dilandau slowly smiled. Looking up at me with great joy. Oh Lord, what have I done? I recreated a monster!! The red-eyed boy jumps from his chair in gladness. I swear he's bi-polar. The pyro pulls me also from my sitting place. Then...what will happen next would forever tease and haunt my mind till the next couple chapters of this worthless fan fiction I call life!!

It all happened as if in slow-mo-

Dilandau pulls me up from my chair, thinking that he'd thank me for giving his 'life' back. But... He pulls me closer. His left arm curls against my shoulder and the other on my waist. My sapphire eyes become wide in surprise. He's hugging me!!?? Wait! His head lowers and from slow-mo to fasterthanthespeedoflight he... kisses...me...

"God, I love you, Celena! Thanks!" He lets go of my body and runs though the door. I shiver from sudden coldness. My legs start to tremble and I fall to my chair. I am dumbfounded. So are the rest of the customers in the little Starbucks place. Soon people started to get back to their lives and coffees. Some muttered to me, 'Good luck with you.' 'Has he done that before?' 'Man, now you've done it!'

I ignore the comments. I still sit on my lonesome chair. Forget it Celena! Try to erase everything that happened! Because you know it isn't true... He's just playing, like child. A stupid ignorant child! My hands try to cover my reddening eyes, glazed in tears.

But, the thing that's weird is...he kissed me before.

It happened when we first met, we were kids. Ignorant.

(I will warn you of what it coming up next! It'll probably be one of the few serious parts of my story. Afterwards, I have an important ESCA FAN announcement! Tis funny! I think...)

It happened a couple months after my parent's death. The day was cold and dreary. Rain came by the buckets. I just got a kitty from Jajuka to keep me from being lonesome. But, that day, that fateful day, my kitty whose name was Kyo (Name is not coincidence . ) ran away. Jajuka wasn't at home when Kyo left. So, I went outside to find him. My only friend I had. I ran and ran for what I thought was hours. My small blue boots started to get soggy. I cried in defeat. I knew in my mind that he'll never come back. Just like my parents, just like my brother.

I started to walk down my block under the bright streetlights. Just when I was going to pass the street corner... My blurry eyes caught a sight before me. At first, being a child and all, I thought the figure was an angel God brought down to help me find my kitty. I ran as fast as my little wobbly legs could get me to the 'angel' only to notice that it was a boy and not an angel. I can remember perfectly what he looked like under that streetlight stand. He was in a sitting position, silver head down, arms hanging loosely to his sides. I bent down to the boy, wondering if he was asleep. I shook him to wake up...but he never did. Images of my parents and how I shook them to wake them from their eternal sleep rushed in and out of my small mind. The boy slipped from my grasp, landing face up in the rain. His pale face was bloodied and bruised. So was the rest of his body. I started to cry as bad as the rain. I bent down to the boy and shook him some more, hoping to wake him from his sleep. Hoping, praying to God that he's not dead. That not another soul has passed threw my small grasp. I panicked. I screamed. I called on Jajuka, still shaking the breathless boy.

And then, miracles of miracles, Jajuka came! He rushed to my side and pulled me close to his chest, holding me tight. I screamed at him. Cried and begged him to wake the boy up. I didn't want to face death again. Jajuka leaned to the boy and then gave a surprised look.

"He's going to be fine, Celena. He's still alive." Jajuka comforted me and I passed out from relief and exhaustion.

I woke back up on a familiar comfy chair. I looked around the house to see it covered in candles. I figured out later that the storm caused us to he no electricity. Then I saw Jajuka walking from my room carrying a bucket and first Aid kit. When he passed out of my line of vision, I walked tiredly to my room only to find the boy sleeping on my bed. I climbed on a chair that was next to the bed. The boy looked better, calmer. His face was full of bandages and a wet rag lay on his head. I smiled and giggled in joy at the thought of him being alive. A while later I saw him stir. My head turned to him. I saw glistening red coming from his eyes, as if a fire was really in them. He turned his head slowly towards my face; my eyes were still in awe at how beautiful his orbs were. I leaned to his face to get a closer look at his eyes.

"T...ten-shi..." (Angel) he muttered and unexpectedly lifted his head towards mine. The rag on his forehead slided off at his movement. The silver-haired and fire-eyed boy kissed me and fell back onto his bed fast asleep.

I'll never forget my first kiss.

But, I know. They'll never mean anything. Because, if I keep these memories in my heart, he'll leave me heartbroken when that boy will find his girl that will love him forever. He'll leave me like my parents did and all they left me was their hugs and kisses.

End of Chapter III

(Dang that was deep!)

(Anywho, now for the announcement. I HAVE to tell you about this... Ok, I was at a youth group convention and I was looking at some names of some speakers. Then, out of coincidence (or not), I saw the name Folken... and I thought 'What the heck??' I looked back at the name and saw that there was a speaker named Folken (no kidding!!) who was going to talk about some stuff about Darwinism, Dna, and Dinosaurs. So, I went just for the heck of it and there he was! A tanned skin (old yet HOT) looking guy. His hair was so gray it almost looked blue!!!!! I swear!!) And so that was what I wanted to inform you. Pathetic, huh? Oh well, who can blame me? I'm just a hopeless Escaflowne fan. (sigh)

Thanks to all those who reviewed!

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-Infinitis