Best Worst Years of Their Lives

Tea

Feeling stoned and emotionally vancant, I climbed through my window and listened to the TV playing softly in the living room. I slipped off my clothes that smelled of weed and put my brother's Joy Divison shirt.

I unlocked my door and walked into the living room to find Brendon and Dallon snuggled together on sofa, asleep.

"Gay as fuck.." I mumbled as a small smile tugged at my lips. I pushed Brendon's hair off his forehead gently, then walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a mug shaped like a unicorn head off the shelf and filled my kettle with water. While it was boiling, I grabbed a spearmint teabag from the cupboard and placed it by the mug.

My mind went fuzzy as I thought about the process of making tea. How was it thought of? Why is it typically hot? What was the use of such a hot liquid? Did it really have a useful purpose in life besides being a comforting thing on cold days? What were the other people that drank the warm drink, drinking it for? Were they possibly trying to remember why their lover's lips always tasted of green tea, or were they trying to find something simple enough to distract them from the thought of anything except the bubbling water? Was the tea their escape from whatever hell they lived in? Was a struggled shitty writer drinking tea as they poured their everything into a book that would never be read by anyone except their cousin they barely talked to? Who knows? No one. Who cares? I do.

The kettle beeped three times before I turned it off and poured the boiling water into my magical mug. I then placed the tea bag in and jumped up on the counter. I opened the highest cupboard and grabbed a bag of Malteasers then set them beside my mug. My tea had needed three minutes to steep.

After the tea was finally done, I grabbed my mug and walked past the living room and into my room. I closed the door gently with my foot and placed the mug on my bedside table. With small steps, I walked to the opposite side of my room and bent down to look look through my records. After picking up a old jazz record, I placed it on my record player and carefully set the needle down. Smooth piano and horns quietly filled the room, drowning out the old game shows that played in the living room.

I sat on my squishy bed, pulled the white sheets over my legs, and picked up my hot mug. It was then that I realized that it was Thursday. Brendon and Dallon both skipped school to watch over me..I knew how important school was to Brendon. He wanted to get the most he could out of that shitty school so he could try into college and get out of this town. Yet he skipped school to take care of me. I smiled at that.

I sipped my tea quietly with my eyes closed, sighing as I hear the TV turn off. The record came to the quietest part when Dallon and Brendon opened the dorr with sleepy smiles on their faces. I waved them over to my large bed, which they quickly climbed into and snuggled close to me.

"You two are adorable together. You should date. I hardcore ship it." I mumbled sleepily, pushing myself into Brendon's arms. Both Brendon and Dallon blushed a crimson hue, before smiling proudly.

"Dallon asked me out this morning." Brendon said happily when Dallon leaned over and kissed him nose. I smiled at the pair and snuggled closer to Brendon.

No more was said and the tea was left to become cold.

A/N I'm doing an infant project so I have an alarm that randomly goes off and makes the sound of babies crying