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Happy Thanksgiving!

007: Coffee

Rating: PG-13

Theme: 004. Coffee

November 22, 2007

"That has to be your fourth one in about an hour, Sam," he commented, glancing at her newly refilled cup of coffee. "Don't you think you're overdoing the caffeine?"

She glanced up from her laptop for a span of five seconds, enough to show him how she rolled her eyes at his comment, and then resumed what she was doing. Her fingers danced along the keyboard at a rapid pace, and he just sat there, watching her type.

"When was the last time you got ten or more hours of sleep?"

Still, no response other than a roll of her eyes.

"Have you been to bed before midnight at all since school started?" he asked, watching her features for any change as a hint.

He noticed that her speed of typing slowed, as if she were coming to a realization.

"I can't help it," she said, sighing softly. She leaned back in her chair, reaching her arms over her head to stretch. Glancing down toward Danny, she smirked sleepily at him, noticing where his eyes were currently located. As an afterthought, she added, "You don't have to sit here with me, you know. I'm not holding you here."

He nodded, knowing full well that he didn't have to be there with her; somehow, he still managed to sit with her, studying her more than the textbook he brought with him for leverage. "I wanted to get some work done, too," he replied softly, glancing down at the Calculus book he had laid out on the table. He sighed. Truth was, he missed her. Sure, she was sitting there, in front of him, downing cup after cup of coffee, but it wasn't the same. He figured that if he waited around for long enough, she would eventually wear out and, at least, they could relax and–for lack of a manlier word–cuddle.

She smiled warily at him, then glanced at her laptop. Reflecting on herself, she didn't realize until now how tired she was. She was eighteen, a freshman in college, and she already felt this worn out? She glanced down at her coffee before picking up the cup and taking a sip, then another, before setting it back down.

"How much work do you have, anyway?" he asked softly, hoping she wouldn't be aggravated at him for continuously asking questions. Calculus couldn't hold his attention for long, especially when Sam was around. He didn't even know how he got into Calculus anyway.

She shrugged, then looked down at the pad of paper she had messily scrawled her assignments on before answering. "I have to finish this six page paper first, then I have to read up to chapter five for my Literature class, and for my Writing class I have to go over my final draft and write a reflection on my research, and then I have to read chapter twelve in my Psychology textbook, and then I have to take the online quiz, followed by–"

Suddenly pushing back his chair, he stood and leaned over the table to silence her never-ending list with his lips pushing against hers softly, but forcefully enough to stop her from continuing on.

After pulling away, then sitting back down, he smiled at her sheepishly. "Sorry, that was a perfect opportunity."

She smiled back at him, but as she looked down at her laptop, along with various papers and books scattered around the table, her smile faded into a frown.

"You need to relax for a bit, and then hit the books," he suggested. "You won't be so worn out, and you can actually get more done that way."

She sighed, "I don't know if I can even afford to take a break."

"It's Saturday, Sam," he said with a small, lopsided grin. He shook his head, "Be like any other normal teenager and put off what you need to do until Sunday at ten o'clock at night. I'll keep you company then, too, if you want me to."

She chuckled, then closed her laptop. "All right, Fenton, you talked me out of it," she grabbed her satchel and placed her laptop and various books she had on the table inside, as well as his Calculus book, knowing he wouldn't want to carry it. "Lets go back to my dorm and just... relax."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," he replied, shutting his textbook with a triumphant grin. He was always glad she had a single room; he knew, with him constantly being around and checking in on her at random hours of the night, her roommate would hate him with a passion.

"Well," she said, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder before taking a final sip of her coffee, "we could do what 'normal teenagers' do on Saturday nights. Or should I say, 'normal teenagers' in college, with no parental advisory, unlimited alcohol, and little inhibitions?"

His eyes widened at the thought. "Why didn't I suggest this sooner?"

"It's that damn Calculus, Danny, it just drains the life out of you," she chuckled at her own lame joke, then rolled her eyes at the look on his face. "What? You're rubbing off on me."

"By the looks of it, in more ways than one," he wiggled his eyebrows at her with a grin. Grabbing her hand at her side, he proceeded to lead her out of the coffee shop.

"I may be a caffeine addict, but you, my good man, are an addict of an entirely different kind," she nudged his side, an impish grin caressing her features.

"I don't hear you complaining," he shot back before pulling her in an alleyway to change into his alter ego. Wrapping his arms around her more securely, he turned them both intangible, and took off into the sky.

End Note: I hope you enjoyed that, and I would really appreciate if you reviewed. Also, with that ending I could branch off into another one of the prompts (either wine, or a special author's choice which involved harder alcohol). Who knows?

-A