A Clash Between Two Worlds (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5: Press Confrence

Joe's PoV:

I woke up to the smell of coffee breath and hands shoving me slightly on my shoulder. I groaned, irritated by the sudden disruptive act that ruined my slumber.
" Joe, wake up! Breakfast is on the table! It's 9:30, you're not allowed to be lazy while we live under the same roof!"

I rolled my body, facing the inner part of the couch in an attempt to avoid her, but no use. She quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it harshly, making me roll off the couch and land smack right on my face. I groaned louder, and said with a muffled morning voice, " fuck! That's it Zoe, I'm calling human rights on you." She laughed slightly, adjusting her glasses as I looked up at her. She reached out a hand, and I grabbed it as she pulled me up to my feet.

"Morning broseph," she grinned cheekily. "Morning satan," I mumbled grumpily as I ruffled my bed hair out of my face.

"Go freshen up, I made your favourite: pancakes!" She said proudly.

"Oh thanks Zoe," I smiled lightly. At that moment, something clicked in my memory. What about Caspar?

As if Zoe had read my mind, she intrupted my thoughts, and said, "he's not here. Caspar left a couple of hours ago."

"Oh," I blinked, trying not to sound disappointed. "Okay I'll go freshen up then." Zoe nodded, and I quickly made an exit out of the living room, and climbed upstairs. I opened the door to my old room, and darted my eyes at the unmade empty bed. Caspar is truly gone, and I probably won't see him again. My heart flinched at that thought. I just met him yesterday, but there was something about him that I couldn't let go of. I shrugged, avoiding my thoughts. I walked to my wooden dresser, got out my last extra clothes. I quickly changed into a blue shirt that had the word A R T on it, and paired it with blue jeans. I walked out of the door shortly afterwards. I entered the bathroom next, and tossed my night clothes in the basket. Caspar's suit was gone. I shook my head and splashed some cold water on my face, and brushed my teeth. I styled my hair in a hurry, and exited the bathroom. I climbed down stairs, and entered the kitchen. Breakfast was good, but I was bored and my phone was charging so I decided to open the small Telly that hung on the wall infront of me. I checked the time on the old clock that hung near the counter, it was 10:05 am. Great, my shift at work doesn't start until 5:00 pm. I have pleanty of time to return back to London, and just paint in my isolated small apartment. I clicked the Telly open.

I was faced with a big surprise. Caspar Lee was right there sitting infront of me on the small screan, faced by a dozen of photographers and interviewers asking him tones of questions. He looked bored and nervous. It must be about that scandal he faced yesterday. Beside him, sat an older version of him. It must be his dad. He looked really intimidating. Other people sat beside them as well, but I don't think they're related.

"Joe what are you watching?" Zoe questioned, looking at the screan.

" it-it's Caspar." I blurted, swallowing a bite of pancakes.

"I see, what has he done now? He doesn't look good." she said, leaning on the chair beside me.

"Didn't you see the tabloids yesterday?" I asked, looking up at her.

" I did, I just didn't expect him to do a press conference. Good move," she said, smiling as she continued watching. I really didn't understand these kinds of stuff, but Zoe must have. She's dealt with press all the time. She's a best seller noviliest after all. But me? I'm nothing. I sighed mentally, and shifted my gaze to the telly again.

Caspar's PoV:

I made it on time. My dad and his crew of loyal minions were already waiting for me. He frowned at the site of me.
"Oh, look who's finally made an appearance." He said turning to his crew, "His royal highness Prince Caspar Richard Lee." He said sarcastically, clicking his teeth while gesturing towards me.