StephPat and the mystery of the tea burglar

Hi! Idk, I wanted to write a story, so I did. Enjoy!

Note that I don't know them in real life, this is really just a story, fiction, and should be taken as such. Also warning: this contains crime, like the name alone would suggest, so if you're sensitive to that sort of stuff, keep going with caution and to generally everyone: quit when you feel like you should, when you want. No one should ever force anyone to read any of my stories all the way to the end.

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It was late night, as I took a look at the clock next to our bed, 3 am. I wanted tea so bad, I haden't gotten any in days. Matthew slept deeply next to me, after a long work week I'd expect that, he has started to develop snoring as a habit. I got to our kitchen, I thought of some flavored green tea, but the entire tea cupboard was empty. I checked a pot, all the mint inside, dead. Even something as hard to kill as mint didn't survive at our place for long, no one just has time for it.

The urge for tea kept growing, I looked through the entire kitchen. Growing and growing, I looked through the live stream room. Yet growing, growing to a level I shouldn't be in control anymore, I looked everywhere in the house and tea was nowhere to be found, I lost control over myself, blacked out, all memory of this point forward... gone.

I got to my sences, not laying on the floor like fainted, but with tea leaves in my mouth, dry, and a bag in my hand. I wondered how I got them, the whole house was empty of tea. I boiled some water, made some tea and took a look at the clock, 5:30 am. Mat would wake up in an hour, woken up by skip, I've barely gotten any sleep, this day won't be good. I finished my tea and fell asleep on the live stream couch.

Mat woke me up, the clock showing 8am, he had sweetly let me sleep longer. He had worked on something in the kitchen, maybe theory ideas on the whiteboard, maybe a mess, anyways he didn't let me in there and brought me some breakfast to the stream room. As I finished, I heard a ding in the kitchen, that confirmed that he was more on the mess side.

Just a while later, he brought me a fully fleshed cake and some flowers. 14 days of valentines had officially started, such a sweet heart for doing this every year. A thought arose to the back of my head and stuck there: but what do I do for him? This is about a two way relationship, I'm pretty sure I just stole some tea for myself. I need to get something great for him on valentines.

As we scrolled through Twitter later that day, there was a that had a great valentines gift idea, but it would be more for me than him, so I kept scrolling, liking and answering fan tweets. I decided to take him out for dinner today, he'd choose the place. As the work day ended, I built up courage and tried to find stuff for later days, I found myself wanting to do the 14 days of valentines for him, like he had done it so many times for me.

We ended up with diet cekos from MacDuck's and some Willey's, with some nuggets from Bjrger queen and rented the FNAF Movie. All brought home, we watched the movie and ate. Getting the best of all these places, the combination was phenominal. We both just fell asleep right after the movie finished.

More tea bags, now 4, this was really what I woke up to. Mat was gone, not here on the couch. I looked at the clock and it no more was a suprise that Mat was gone, the clock showed 3 am, Mat must've gone to bed to sleep or played games on his phone in the computer room. I got to our bedroom, he was there, asleep, I changed my clothes and got to bed.

When I awoke in the morning, 7 more tea bags waited for me in the live stream room. "Steph, what's going on with this?" I was catched off guard by Mat. "I don't know. I don't know at all," I answered honestly. "Well, it wasn't me, so it was either you, Skipp, Jason or Chris Paul. Skipp ain't stealing in a long time, Jason and Chris don't have reasons, but I'm sad to say you have! You haven't gotten any in days, you wanted tea so bad. It's fine to tell me, I'm your husband" I had no idea how I should react but I managed to mutter: "But it wasn't me."

I got out and started snooping around a bit. The tea was from a neighbor, ms. Hogsworth, I got the unopened bags back to her, kept the one opened as she didn't want it. Our apartment's lock was jammed open with gum. Nothing else for now. I stayed up the next night.

11 pm Nothing, just silence.

1 am A bit of movement in the hallway, someone in the hallway, trying to be silent and doing ok job at it.

2 am Someone opened our door, I pretended to sleep. It was a man, wearing a long coat and a mask. I pretended to wake up and he quietly ran away, I called the cops, they said to come to investigate in the morning. I went to sleep to our bed, next to SnorePat.

A pair of cops came at 8 am, we were on our breakfast. We let them search everywhere, ask questions, anything they needed and on top we offered the pair morning coffees.

They found some stuff I had missed, the same stuff and then left to analyze and work on the case. They got us a room in a hotel few miles away and sealed the apartment as a crime scene. After a few days I got an invitation to the police department and Mat tagged along, they had caught some guys that look like the description. I recognized the burglar and pointed him out.

We had a trial after a few days, I witnessed honestly what I knew, the man went to jail for a year for breaking in, he got nothing on pity theft as the bags were already returned to their rightful owner and there was no more evidence, that they had been stolen at some point, than our statements.

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