The Day We Met

Coffee-ing

A/N: I haven't have a drop of coffee for three days now!

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Several times as he made his way to the campus Starbucks, Beam halted in his tracks and thought to himself, "What am I doing? "

Forth was the worst flirt because he was noisy, careless, and cursed more than anyone he had ever met. In reality, Beam couldn't really call it flirting; rather, it was more like clumsy, frantic attempts to attract his attention. After you gave Forth that definition, it actually seemed to be doing very well.

But Beam had already committed to going. He hoped it wouldn't go so badly that he regretted ever enrolling in a first semester English class. He was going to sit through coffee and then help him with English.

Forth was waiting outside with his backpack, wearing casual jeans and a blue t-shirt that appeared to be too small for him. Beam noticed him right away. Beam didn't mind that at all, nor did he mind the view it provided.

Forth smiled at him. "Hey."

Beam smiled back at him. "Hey. Did you have to wait long? "

Shaking his head, Forth. "A few moments."

Beam took a quick look through the glass door. Before the line grows longer, we should get in.

Forth opened the door for him, and Beam followed the last person inside by saying, "Yeah."

Beam wracked his brain for the right words to say, but Forth had already said them.

"You're aware of my major. What about you? Not English."

Beam gave a headshake. "No, not sure."

"Ah, you're a freshman. Plenty of time."

Beam placed his rucksack on the ground after determining that the line was not moving quickly. "That's what I tell my parents."

"You should major in sports sciences if you really want to annoy your parents."

Beam chuckled. "I'll decline. Sports were never really my thing."

Forth grinned. "I recently discovered that you could break someone's nose and still major in it."

Beam reflexively made a small touch to the concerned nose. "Yes, thank you."

Forth's smile disappeared. "I'm sorry, I—"

"No, it's okay," Beam swiftly replied. He clenched his mouth, unable to believe he'd actually said that, "If I had legs like yours I'd probably break someone's nose if I kicked a Football ball at them."

Forth immediately gained a smile. "You like my legs, right? "

The line moved forward once someone gotten their coffee. Beam moved forward after grabbing his bag. "It was an observation."

"You might join in on my games to watch them in action."

Beam glanced towards Forth.

Forth corrected himself, "Football. You and I could play football. Or basketball, but I don't believe that is your game."

The line was moving more quickly at this point, and Beam swung his backpack over his shoulder. "Perhaps now that my nose is better. I don't want to get knocked to the ground again by anyone, my roommate will be the first and the last."

Beam glanced back in time to see Forth shrug.

"We'll still be here."

"I'm curious." Beam started. "What's the story with your friends? I mean your names are--"