Written By MusicAgainstTheHeart. Idea from Master Hut.
One would wonder why one would want to drink coffee, if one didn't sleep. Well ideally, one wouldn't need to drink coffee, let alone want to. But when one's friend convinces/ forces/ practically shoves the hot liquid down their throat, then one has no hope of avoiding the buzz that runs through their body after having a triple espresso.
"HOLD STILL!"
"I DON'T WANT ANY OF THAT SHIT!""DON'T TRY IT TILL YOU KNOCK IT!"
"THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"
"WAIT! NO! I MESSED THAT UP! I MEANT: DON'T KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT!"
"I DON'T SLEEP, MUSIC! SO WHATS THE POINT?!"
"YOU'RE SO BORING! THIS STUFF WILL…"
"WILL WHAT?!"
"It…it'll LIGHTEN YOU UP! YEAH, THAT'S IT!"
"I don't need to "lighten up"."
"Oh, yeah right. This is coming from a guy that doesn't: Laugh, cry, make jokes, smile, blink, breath…or show any emotion what-so-ever."
He glared and I placed the coffee under his nose and waved it around.
"You know you want it." I said slyly. Before he could make a remark that had something to do with the word 'no' I muttered "That is, unless, you're not up to it…"
"What was that, Music? I didn't quite catch that?" I had set a trap and he walked right into it, and he knew it.
"Hn." He took the cup in his hands, and did something that I didn't expect: he downed it in one swig. We both stood there for several moments.
I shouldn't have added those two shots of chocolate and the whipped cream. I dove for the couch and peeked out over the leather.
"OH MY MERCIFUL KAMI!!!"
The kitchen was in ruins. The fridge was over turned, everything that had been on the counter was now on the floor, and there was Gaara in the middle of the mess, vibrating like a message chair.
"M-m-music…."
"Oh don't bother, I know you hate me."
