Out Of Touch. - a Caspar Lee Fan Fiction - discontinued UFN

Chapter 47

Helloooooo. I'm so tired, man. I need to be up early tomorrow. :') I'm such an idiot. Its 1:30 am by the way.

*Charlie's P.O.V.*

I'm woken by Caspar shaking me.
"Yeah, what?" I ask, tiredly.
"You've slept 3 hours, are you hungry? I just went to get some food and I brought you a bottle of orange juice and a sandwich." He smiles, sweetly.
My eyes light up.
"What kind of sandwich?" I quickly ask.
"I think it's ham, lettuce, cheese and mayo." He says, thinking about it.
"Yum! Thanks Casp." I smile, kissing him on the cheek.
"I watched a movie while you were down." He tells me.
"What movie?" I question, taking the food and drink as he gives it to me.
"A Bug's Life." He simply says.
"Really? I haven't seen that movie in ages!" I exclaim.
"Neither had I, until I watched it a bit ago." He laughs. I open the packet that the sandwich is in and look at Caspar.
"So the movie couldn't have taken up all that time, what else did you do?" I ask, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"I was reading." He says.
"Reading what?"
"Zoe's book."
"I haven't read it yet, I think I probably should.." I admit. Caspar just laughs.
"What books have you read that are YouTubers' books?" Casp asks.
"Well. I've read Tan's book, I've read both Pointless Book 1 and 2, I've read I Hate my Selfie by Shane, and Miranda's book." I say.
"Ah, you've read quite a few then. I've read all if those except Miranda's." He says.
"I want Connor Franta's book." I say.
"Let's get it then." Caspar says.
"We'll see." I smile.
We both eat our food, me with my sandwich and juice and him with his fruit salad and lemonade.
"You look so cute in these daggy clothes." Caspar says with a cheeky smile.
"You mean gross?" I laugh, glancing down at my grey trackies and black jumper.
"No, I mean cute." He smiles, poking my side. I jerk away from him, so I don't get tickled anymore.
He places his rubbish in the bin bag since he's finished and I finish my sandwich so I put that packet in there too, and keep the rest of my juice for later.
I curl up next to Caspar, nearly falling asleep again.
"So all of that you said about the wedding, you think that'll happen?" I hear Caspar ask.
"Hopefully it all does, maybe not the honeymoon part, having that room would be amazing but I don't want us to spend $13,000 per night, if we don't have a lot to spare. I'd rather have more extra money if we aren't able to afford it." I say, honestly.
"We can afford it. If you want it, I'll get it." Caspar says.
"But usually people have their honeymoons for, like, 2 weeks. Seven days in that Suite is $91,000.... Two weeks would be $182,000. We don't have money to throw around." I say.
"Babe, YouTube is a really good job and it pays me really well. I always have more money than I really need.
If I start saving all of what I have left over at the end of each week, after paying bills, shopping and anything else, we'll have enough. Obviously we won't be getting married all that soon, but we will get this money." He says, sternly.
I say nothing but cuddle up closer.
He wraps his arm around me until all I can hear from him is relaxed, even breaths. He's fallen asleep. I'm suprised he didn't sooner, since he got up at insanely early hours of the morning, and I've been asleep most of the flight. I would've thought he would get bored, I guess Zoe's book is really good.
I carefully move out from under him, and pull Zoe's book out of his bag.
I bring my knees up to my chin, curling up in the chair, getting comfy to read. I might as well, we still have about 11 hours on this plane.
A few pages in and I'm loving this book. No wonder my cousin is so successful.

I hear people yelling while I'm reading, and while I do want them to be quiet so I can read better, I want them to keep it down so Caspar can get a good rest even more.
I glare at a man yelling and he becomes a bit more quiet, but then looks to whoever he's sitting with and starts a ruckus, once again.
An old lady yells at him for being disruptive and he starts swearing at her. Some other man gets up for some reason, what I'm hoping is to go get an attendant and move him.
I try and get back to my book but I notice Caspar stirring in his sleep.
I place my hand on his arm softly and rub lightly, trying to soothe his body back into sleep.
The man comes back to his seat, followed by a young flight attendant. After some yelling, and the attendant being awfully calm, she's able to drag to disruptive man away, to another part of the plane.
I get back to the book and get really into it, like I was before.

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Before I know it, I've gotten through the whole of Zoe's book and I go to put it back in Caspar's bag.
As I move over to his bag, he wakes up slowly, stretching out and giving me a confused look.
"I read the whole thing." I say, holding up the book.
"Huh. Did you enjoy it?" He asks.
"Yeah, I loved it." I answer.
"How long have we got left on here?" He asks, referring to this flight.
"About seven hours. You slept for about four." I explain.
Caspar nods.
I place the book in his bag and sit back up in my seat properly.
"What time is it?" He asks.
"About 9pm." I tell him.
He just nods, again.
I get up from my seat to use the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I hear Caspar's voice ask.
I turn around to his pouting face.
"Just the bathroom, be back in a flash." I smile, rubbing his shoulder and then walking to the bathroom.
I finish doing my business and wash my hands. I leave the bathroom and see a man standing in the doorway.
"Excuse me." I say politely.
He moves out of my way, but when I look back, his eyes snap up to mine. He was staring at my ass. Dirty creep.
I quickly take my seat again.
"Some guy was just staring at my ass...." I tell Caspar.
"Which one?" He stiffens.
"The one standing in the doorway over there, don't do anything. Don't worry about it." I say. "Are you hungry?" I ask Caspar.
"Yeah, if you want to get food, I'll go with you." He says.
"Caspar, nothing will happen to me." I say, getting up from my seat once again, grabbing my money on the way.
"No, I'll come. I need to walk around amyway." Caspar tells me.
"Okay." I say.
I don't mind if he comes with me to get food, I just don't want him getting worked up over little things. Nothing could happen here, we're on a plane. There's too many people around here for anyone to try anything.
I walk with Caspar and he insists on holding my hand. I can feel the tension as I have to walk past the disgusting man again, and I feel Caspar's grip on my hand tighten, making my hands hurt. But after I pull him through, past the guy, he relaxes his hand.
I get to the food, and quickly choose what we want so we can go back to our seats and eat.
I pick up an ice cream, a fruit salad and a coke. Caspar gets a mini pizza, a packet of plain chips and a bottle of water.
We pay and start to make our way back to our seats.

Okay, sorry that this ending isn't the best. As I said at the start, its now 2am since I started writing this.
I actually smashed that out pretty quick. :')
Anyway, goodnight xxx ❤❤