I wasn’t in the mood to write this week, nothing grabbed at me, nothing made me feel, okay, yes, I need to write about this.
Then I got to this page from Today’s Author and was presented with this prompt.
And then the worst thing possible happened: she no longer craved coffee.
How could I, as a self-confessed caffeine addict, NOT respond to this prompt.
So, now I’m gonna write, and see what happens when some one takes the coffee away..
Wait, now I want coffee, BRB, need to grab a cuppa!
Okay, got my cup of energy. Let’s do this. =]
“You’re going out for coffee AGAIN? Didn’t you go yesterday?”
Summer looks over her shoulder at her friend, Autumn, and gives a little smile over the coincidence that is their names. They have been friends almost since birth, as their moms are BFF’s, and without prior discussion, both of them ended up with kids named after seasons.
And the bigger joke, is the fact that Autumn has the personality of a summer child, and Summer has the personality of an overcast autumn day.
“Yes, We are going out for coffee AGAIN. It’s the only thing we have in common, this consistent need and want for good coffee. So now we are taking each other to the greatest coffee places we can find, and trying to find something else we have in common.”
“Why are you going out with a guy, when the only thing that keeps you together is a craving for overpriced, over-caffeinated drinks?”
“Because, my lovely Autumn, he kisses like no guy I have met before.”
Autumn falls of Summer’s bed as she laughs, “my mostly depro, always dressed in black, friend, dating a guy, because he kisses well.”
“He doesn’t kiss WELL, he kisses like a Greek God!”
She extends a hand to help Autumn of the floor and pulls her friend closer for a hug.
“See you later, flower-child”
“Enjoy your coffee, Cloudy”
~*~*~*~
“Hey, Skye.”
“Summer, you look amazing.” Skye pulls her closer for a kiss, his hand on the small of her back, making use of the small sliver where her skin got exposed, where her shirt ended and her jean began. She melts into his arms and feel how her knees go weak.
“Let’s go in,” he says after a proper greeting.
Hand in hand the enter The Cup of Choice and together, they head for a corner booth.
This place might just win the competition, Summer thinks and smiles at Skye.
“I’ve started reading this new book, Park and Elaenor, about first love, and it’s quite good, very well written.” Summer tries making conversation as they sit down.
Skye looks up from the menu, she still doesn’t understand why he bothers with the menu, he always takes a Latte, just as she always takes an Americano.
“You want to go to the park when we are done?”
Summer frowns at him, realizing he didn’t’ listen to a single word she said.
Skye then tries to start a conversation, “so yesterday, at practice, Brian went for the ball, but Brent got in the way, and Brian fell, twisted his ankle, now we need a player for the next two weeks, and coach is not sure who to sub in.”
Summer floats back into her head, a technique she started as a child, when she realized her mind is much more interesting than most people.
Skye orders the coffee without asking her and goes on with the soccer story. Perks of her technique is that she still listens, but goes on with something else in her own head, so that if she needs to participate, she can jump in without looking like she was daydreaming for the whole time.
Just before the coffee came, Skye moved closer, and Summer’s favourite part of the evening got under way, the PDA.
His kisses honestly made his stupidity worthwhile. If she could get a kiss for every time he said something stupid, she could date him for ever.
Then he pulls away, drinks coffee and says the words that dooms every relationship.
“We need to talk, Summer.”
“We have been talking, Skye.”
“About… us…”
Summer sits back, stirs her coffee and wait.
“This, us, we, it’s not working… I don’t know if you realized, but we have nothing in common.”
“Well, we have coffee…”
Summer sips at her Americano and watches as he stirs his Latte. Stirring, not really drinking. Then she realised something new, mostly he sends back a half or almost full cup back, saying it got cold and he doesn’t want it anymore.
“We don’t really..”
“What?” Summer asks, knowing his next words will confirm her suspicions.
“I don’t actually like coffee. I just knew you like it, and it was the only way to get you to go out with me.”
“Uh…” Summer responds, not completely sure what to say, or think, or do.
“Do you actually like me?” Skye asks and Summer is tempted to respond with the needed ‘of course’, but her built-in bitch overrides her authority.
“No. I find you boring and self-centered, but you kiss like a Greek God, and I needed that in my life.”
He looks taken aback for a second and pulls her closer.
He gives her a toe curling kiss and releases her, “we could always just be friends with benefits. I do other things just as well as kissing”
With a disgusted look on her face, Summer pushes the cup of coffee away from her and realizes every craving for coffee got disintegrated with that offer. Will she ever be able to drink coffee again without thinking about the most irritating guy ever trying to get her in bed?
~*~*~*~*~
And that’s that… A bit silly, but fun to write, and also, not enough to put me off coffee =]
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