Word #80

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Today's word is: coffee

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Title: Mocha
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Chase Morton, Kris Everwood
Rating: G
Word count: 649

He never, ever liked to drink coffee. Ever.

It wasn't the taste; not the nutty smell. Chase was a dork: apparently, caffeine was a drug. Drugs were a big 'no-no' on his list. So, he never turned on the coffee pot in the morning to make coffee for his mom or his sister. He didn't know what a 'Starbucks' was. When people asked if he wanted to join them at the local cafe, he declined with a simple 'I'm busy'.

So, when his best friend wore a distressed look on her face on the way to class and said she needed some coffee so bad, what happens?

She was skipping class, sneaking off to a particular cafe to get a warm, cozy cup of coffee. Being the horribly overprotective person that he was, Chase didn't refuse coming with. He didn't care for coffee; think of all of the health problems! But he wasn't letting anything happen to his dear friend.

Five minutes before the lunch bell rang, each in their own class, they both raised their hands and lied. Got a hall pass and skipped right out of the door. They met in the hallway. Chase was bundled in a scarf and a jacket; he shoved another scarf over to Kris, demanding that she wear it or else she was going to catch a cold. They escaped from the horrid halls of Parker High and stepped into the streets, heading through Manhattan on the way to home.

It was always a rule that Kris had to drag Chase. She always held onto his hand and always walked in front, acting like they should be singing 'following the leader!' childishly down the sidewalk. She stepped fast and lead him into a dark yet very cozy and comfortable cafe.

Chase saw big, plush chairs and tables off to the side. Earthy shades of brown and green with people wearing aprons behind the counter. Kris relinquished Chase's hand and stepped forwards.

"You want anything?"

Chase was weary when she said that. He shoved in hands in his pocket and scoff his foot, his teal eyes staring at the ceiling.

"No..."

Kris gave a scoff. "It's not that bad for you."

The boy's face turned bright red. "O-Of course it is."

"Whatever." Kris swirled around, her messy brunette hair bouncing as she turned. "One small peppermint latte and a small mocha, please."

Chase raised a brow. He looked even more quizzical when she shoved a small, cardboard cup of coffee into his grasp a few moments later.

"Drink it." she commanded in between sips.

Chase gave a scoff, "Kris..."

"Drink. It."

He stared wearily down at the cup.

His shoulders fell, relaxing. Well... it couldn't be that bad...

He tilted his head back and took a sip. A moment later, he licked the chocolate off of his lips and smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"...I like chocolate." He grinned.

Kris gave a nod, smiling herself. She grabbed his hand again and pushed through the door out into Manhattan.

The funny thing was that Chase found a news article describing that coffee was actually good for you the next day.