Caspar POV
My hair had gotten longer. Like, shaggy long. So long you could probably flatten it and braid it (of course, Zoe had tried. While I was asleep. Nearly burnt my pillow and Joe's bed.)
But instead of going to some pricy barber shop, Joe cuts it. He does a good job, and I'm not only saying that because he's my boyfriend, but seriously, he does a great job.
But this time, he messed up big time.
"Joe." I said angrily. He looked at me innocently. "Yes, love?" he asked.
"I think it's time that I start going to the barber's now." I told him. He cocked his head like a lost puppy.
"Why's that?" he questioned adorably. I could tell he was trying to keep back from laughing. I rolled my eyes at him. "I think you know why." I said sarcastically.
"I think you look fine Casp," he said quietly. "Don't see what the problem is." He said quietly. I felt bad. I sat down next to him, and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry, JoJo," I said to him. "Sorry for being hard on you." He mumbled something into my shoulder. "What was that?" I questioned.
"I said, 'I'm sorry'". He said while digging his face further into my shoulder. I laughed softly. "It's okay." I kissed the top of his head.
"You know something Caspar?" He said.
"What's that?"
"I really love you."
"I really love you too.
A/N; sorry this chap is so horrible god I suck at writing in first person. Might just write in 3rd from now on? Maybe. We'll see. Until next time brochachos.
