One shots

Coffee And Cigarettes~ Zimbits

(Look who remembered to update.... Kinda...... Oops. Anyways this is based on the song above, not listening to it may may the story seem a bit random but yeah, enjoy!~A)

I remember how I used to feel. How I used to escape in every cup and every pack. My best coping mechanisms.

I remember when we first met, that cold lonely night when you decided to sing along with me. I always looked up, even though I felt down. You were the only one who saw it.

I remember how I used to just lite my cigarette and smoke the Friday nights away, hoping Saturday would be they day where everything was finally okay.

I remember how all our friends went and partied, but we were too awkward so we stayed back. I also remember how we went to the movies together, 'as friends.'

I remember when we went to the waffle house on our first proper date, then spent hours drinking coffee with your mother at your childhood home.

I remember the way you hid your face whenever she told an embarrassing story, the way she loved to make us laugh.

I remember the way your cheeks flushed whenever our fingers touched as I passed you cigarette, or let you have a sip.

I smoked fast and short while you cherished every drag. I love the way your brown eyes would close slightly with each intake. The way your lips pursed ever so slightly when the smoke escaped them. The way your blonde hair would flow gently with the wind as we stood out in the moonlight.

If these two things were my escape, sharing them with you made them the best.

I love the way your short small demeanour gave nothing about your personality away. I love the way you tried to convince me that the Friday nights in this town could change.

I love the way you held my hand so gently, the way you kissed my cheek after almost every drag we shared. The way you hid your passion for baking for the longest time.

I loved how after every practice we would go out and share cigarettes and coffee, now the escape we both treasured. I love the way everything seemed better when shared with you.

I remember our first kiss. The way you got so flustered when you missed my cheek, kissing the corner of my mouth. I remember the way I just laughed and pulled you closer.

I remember when our lips first touched, the indescribable feelings that overtook us both. I love the way you had to stand on your tippy toes to kiss me again, even if I was bending down.

I love the way you made each Friday finally unique in this little town.

And I especially love how you finally made Saturday the day, when everything felt okay. Because we woke up in each others arms. Now and forever, with our coffee and cigarettes.

(Ba da da da da da da da da)

(Also Zimbits is a ship from a comic called "omg check please" which you can find on tumblr which I very much recommend as it is the cutest thing ever. The blonde is Eric Bittle or "Bitty" and the Brown haired guy is Jack Zimmerman)