Lacy - A Chaicoffee Fanfiction
this is my first fanfic since 2020 so be nice!
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The day started off as any normal day for Theodore Spankoffski. He dropped off his brother, Peter Spankoffski at Hatchetfield Middle School, he’s in the 7th grade. Then, Ted took himself to work, 10 minutes late as always. Melissa would try to tell him he can’t keep doing this, and Ted would always walk past her.
Now, he’s sitting at his desk, trying to get himself to write the stupid weekly reports. His finger clicked the mousepad over and over as some sort of stim, his eyes glued to the screen, and his glasses slipping down on the edge of his nose.
Then an unmistakable conversation echoed down the hallway.
“Wanna come to Beanies with me?” Paul’s voice spoke.
Bill shook his head. “Can’t. Writing my report, Davidson will beat the crap outta me if it isn’t finished by Friday, and I’m a diligent worker. I’d like an iced caramel frappe though!”
“Fair enough.” He replied.
Ted heard footsteps moving toward the exit which was in his direction, and he seized the moment. Paul never asked him to go to beanies, or get coffee, or ask him what he wanted. He rose from his chair and slid into the hall just as Paul arrived there.
Ted crossed in front of him, “Hey, you going to Beanies?”
“Yeah.” Paul stared at him.
“You didn’t invite me.”
“Sorry, Ted. Did you wanna come?”
“Yeah. I did.”
Paul let out a small sigh, though Ted could hear it. “Alright.”
The two left the office, Paul put in his lunch hours, Ted did not. They were walking to Beanies this morning. Ted grabbed his phone and put his headphones in, just one of them. He was listening to The Beatles for a shocker. It was a normal song, too. Blackbird. The remastered version of course.
“What are you listening to?” Paul tried to start up some conversation.
Ted snapped back, “None of your fucking business.”
Paul stared at him. “Was just trying to talk.”
Ted felt a small sense of guilt after immediately being rude to him. The dude’s not even drunk. “I’m listening to The Beatles.”
“The Beatles?” Paul asked.
“Yeah. Blackbird.”
They walked in silence for a small moment, Ted felt like Paul was judging him even though the Beatles are AWESOME.
Paul looked back up at Ted, “Cool.” He began, “Who’s your favorite?”
Ted looked back at him, “That’s a hard one, Matthews. If I’m judging by how hot they were— none of em! They all were goddamn ugly. But… Ringo is pretty sick.”
“Good choice. I like Paul and George.”
“Not John?”
“No. Didn’t John like…. beat his wife?”
“I don’t fucking know. I’m a 31 year old in 2015.” Ted shrugged.
They both chuckled together and continued their walk. Ted found Paul so endearing, for a strange reason. The way his short brown hair just rested on his head, his god awful blue eyes that were so damn intimidating though Paul is literally the nicest person you’ll ever meet (Maybe not nicest. But kind), and how he wore a suit and tie to work. It’s just an office job! All Ted wore was a dress shirt and some dress pants, occasionally a tie.
When they arrived at Beanies, Ted opened the door for Paul instinctively. “Whoops, thought you were the girl.” Ted told him.
Paul gave him an unamused laugh and they stood in line together. It was a short line, nothing like Starbucks, where Ted would honestly rather get his tea from. When it reached their turn, he saw a short girl, he assumed she was like 5’0ft tall, honestly. Maybe could even pass as 5’2. She had her brown hair up in a bun, and obviously a waitress outfit on, no name tag, oddly.
“What can I get for you two today?” She asked.
“I’ll get a black coffee,” Paul started, “He’ll get a….”
“Chai iced tea. ICED. Don’t give it to me hot.”
The woman stared at Ted before giving him a slow nod. “Which one of you are paying today? Or is it split?” She asked Paul, leaning on the counter.
Paul looked at her leaning, maybe even blushing. Oh fuck. Was he blushing? “It’s spli—“
Ted slammed down 12$ on the counter. “Does that cover both of us? 12 bucks.”
The woman jumped as she looked at him, and then did a light laugh. A laugh that made Paul absolutely melt. “Yes. God. Yeah, that covers it. It costs $10.68, do you want change?”
“Hell yeah, duh.”
The woman nodded and went to count his change.
“You gotta be nicer to people in customer service.” Paul told him.
“I’m being normal. Fuck off.” Ted snapped, “I’m not gonna suck up cause she’s making me some tea.”
Paul scoffed at him, and the woman handed Ted his $1.32 dollars, and got started on their drinks. After around 2 minutes for the two of them, it was done.
They walked back to the office together, Ted felt a bit more pissed off, but he shoved it down.
“Well, remind me not to go here with you again.” Ted said.
Paul looked over. “Why say that?”
“I wouldn’t wanna… show ya up, yeah?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Paul. I know why you walk the extra block instead of just going to Starbucks.”
“I don’t wanna give my money to some corporate chain.”
Ted gave him a bullshit look.. “Uh huh. Uh huh. You sure it is didn’t have anything to do with that cute little barista over there?”
“That’s not the reason.” Paul defended himself.
“Uh huh. Uh huh.”
Ted never went to Beanies with Paul again, not willing to face his deep rooted jealousy for the woman. He did go alone when she was working to piss her off, especially in 2018 when he would tip on purpose to make her sing. She was the crabby one, maybe not for the reason he said later on. But he wanted Paul, and he couldn’t have that.
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