The Lost Coffee Beans (Book 1)

Chapter 2: Bacon, eggs, and kisses

Samuel smells a bit rancid cause by the cursed magic of my foul mouth. His morning breath is not that pleasant I tell you. Smells like spoiled milk I would say. He still looks good. My god. Is this even fucking real? Without his glasses he looks like a different person but no. He is still him. The weird guy who has a plushie collection of coffee beans. His curly hair all over his face looking like a homeless hobo but he was still killing the most vicious smirks a person could see in a day. His big hands laying on my legs, feeling every moment of it as if it was the last time touching me... It feels weird 'cause it's sweaty as hell but I did not care. He hugged me.

"I was waiting for this. Then, it happened.  Here with you. Having this close to each other. I thought I never had a chance on you. But you kissed me. You kissed me in my most vulnerable time and you just stood there and went for it..." He sounds drunker than me but every moment of it, I cherished. I didn't saw this side of him for 4 years and here he is. Being such a love drunk. He was leaning for a morning kiss but, I covered my mouth and told him to brush his teeth first then have breakfast.

Then breakfast.

Samuel Wright Johnson, the guy who liked me. Why did I kiss him that night? I didn't even remember what happened that night. Who was the rimmer and the one being rimmed? So much stuff was happening in my mind and he was in front of me murdering his scrambled eggs and bacon like a monster. Every time our eyes meet, he smiles like he won the lottery. Am I that valuable? I was nosy so I asked him when did it all start.

"When you started handing me that brownie four years ago". This guy. It was love at first sight. I even thought he was straight to be honest. He started reaching for my hand and he started kissing it. "Don't worry. We will still be our old selves but we will somehow be different". He winked at me and as he was aiming for a kiss to my cheeks, I moved my head where I placed my lips to his. I guess eggs and bacon is not our only breakfast for this morning. I told him that coffee and orange juice doesn't go together while we were kissing then he burst out laughing. We continue to stare at each other until we were both running late for our morning routines.

It will never be the same again. It will never will.

*****

    Samuel took off while I was left alone in his apartment. Our Apartment. I don't want to be hasty but, I really think Samuel and I will be a thing now. I just can't stop thinking about what happened last night. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom and washed my face. It was not a dream. It happened. We had sex. He liked me and I liked him. It's like a fairy tale. Where the prince falls in love with the gardener and the gardener falls in love with the prince. They lived happily ever after! But for us, we cannot state that in this moment. Where we live in a doll sized house, savings is at zero-dollars, and we are still not finished with college.

    I don't have classes on Wednesdays but I always do something weird on Wednesdays. It just happened that the weird thing I did was to have sex with my bestfriend. I know it doesn't count cause' we had sex on the night of Tuesday. This will be the top 2 of the weirdest things I have done during Wednesdays. My top 1 was actually joining Zumba classes in the park while eating a jar filled with pretzels.

So... I'm all alone in our apartment. I don't know what to do for now but I headed straight to his room. It's as big as my room knowing that we live next to each other but it is not as clean as his. His books and documents are all filed in his shelves and cabinets. There's a basket near his closet where he puts all his laundry. I'm not going to sniff those boxers like a pervert. Maybe I will and maybe I don't, for now. As I head straight to the love boat, which is his bed, I was quite surprised. He changed his bed-sheets. Coffee stains cannot be found and Cheetos cheese powders. The boy cleaned his room like he knew something like this would happen. I went for a sniff to his pillows. I almost got a boner. Just imagining that the pillow was Samuel's neck.

    Surprisingly, no baby liquids were present in the bed-sheets. I thought I was going to change it for that reason but there was none. I took a peek under his bed knowing that most guys hide their porn stash under theirs. The only thing I found is a box and dust bunnies. I didn't want to open it. But it looks like something that your grandparents give you. I'm happy for him that he has this type of antique. To have something from the past. Then I opened it because my hand was too fucking nosy. It was just a box filled with ready to go coffee sachets and condoms. Talk about antique and dead relatives. Way to go Samuel.

I want to head back where it all started. The diner where I met him. The diner who makes magic brownies - he brownie that connected us. I took a shower and that will be the weird thing that I will do today. Reenact our story in that diner. I grabbed my bag and took a few coins/pennies in Samuel's "Plushie Savings" and I head off.

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Movie: Jongens, 2014