Hacked | Jaspar

~7~

••••JOES POV••••

Caspar's loud words echoed in my head over in my head, "Because I don't love you, Joe! I never had and I never will!" I took steady breaths in order to calm down my nerves and my train of thought. I didn't mind what he said, at least I finally know how he truly feels towards me. This only makes it easier for me to stop loving him, because I think, well thought, I did.

He said that it wasn't him who sent the tweet, but then who was it? Brett? He is the only person I know who had any access to Caspar's social media through his Twitter. But Brett seemed like he really adored Caspar. Why would he do something like that? And why am I finding myself wanting to believe that it wasn't Caspar? I was going against my better judgement to think that it wasn't him. Is Caspar mad at me for not spending enough time with him? He most definitely shouldn't be. He also shouldn't be Tweeting that he likes me when he clearly doesn't. Why would he ever post that? My train of thought was not calm still so I continued blaming my best friend. However, one thought burned in the back of my mind that I couldn't remove.

Did he like me or not?

I had to find out either way, but before I tried going into his room again, I logged onto my Twitter, and saw hundreds more tweets addressed to me. And none of them were particularly nice. They were from all of Caspar's fans who decided to side with him.

@Emma_Lee
"Joe what the hell did you just do to Caspar? How dare you not reply to him? He just told you that he likes you, and you choose to ignore him?

And then there were the standard, "What the fuck, Joe?"s

I had seen rude tweets before, but never like this. The Jaspar fandom was going crazy, and not in a good way, and it was because of a tweet. I needed to talk to Caspar for clarification.

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"Caspar you need to look at me. This won't work if you don't cooperate." I told him, and eventually he pulled his tear-stained face out of his pillow.

"What is it Joe? I really am not in the mood to talk."

"It's important." I reassured him. "I really don't know what to think, and you are the only person who can make up my mind."

Deafening silence followed.

"Help me out here Caspar. Over the Internet you tell me you have feelings for me, but when we are standing face to face to each other you tell me you have never liked me. What's going on? This isn't you. I know you too well and I have realized that something is up, but still haven't pinpointed what it is. Give me a hint at least Casp. Something to get us back on track." All I wanted to do was find out which "side" of Caspar's opinions on me were the right one.

Usually I can read Caspar like an open book, but this situation was different. He looked at me, expressionless, then asked in a serious tone, "Take a guess Joe. What do you think has happened? Here's a hint: I had no control over it."

That was not the answer I was looking for. Obviously we weren't going anywhere, so I had to step up my game. I had the perfect idea how to also. I never thought I would be doing this, but it was the only way.

I slowly leaned into where he was sitting, and cupped his damp face with my shaking hands. I took a moment to stare into his blue eyes before hovering my lips over his, almost as permission, but he didn't give a response. I then placed my lips on his gently, but began moving them to see his reaction. This kiss decided if he liked me or not, and hopefully could also get some honesty and cooperation out of him. I couldn't live my life not being friends with Caspar, and friends are always honest with each other, right?

Our lips fit together perfectly. For about half a second, I could have sworn that Caspar was kissing me back, but I could have been imagining it, because as soon as I thought we were going somewhere he pulled away, his eyes wide and fear all over his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, still too nervous to hear what he had to say.

"Caspar, I like you. I really do. That's why I was calling you over and over when I saw the tweet. When you didn't pick up, I was seriously worried. I knew we needed to talk immediately, so I tried telling you in your room as soon as I got home, but when you cut me off saying that you don't like me, it made me upset. I didn't want to have feelings for you, because I would rather spend a lifetime being friends with you than three months in a relationship. Unfortunately, I can't stop myself. I like you as more than a friend, and always want to be completely honest with you."

He blushed and then mumbled just so I could hear him, "But why did you just kiss me?"

"So I could really see if you felt the same way about me, or if everything was a lie between us. I know now that I felt something special. Caspar, I need to know everything, do you like me or not?"

He hesitated and opened his mouth again to speak.

"Joe..."