The Sound that Saved Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9: I'm Your Bloody Teacher!

                 

Joe's PoV:

I woke up the next day, to the smell of something...tasty? I sat up, and started sniffing for a burning smell, but nothing. Was Caspar making breakfast? That's new.

I threw my sheets aside, exposing my bare legs to the coldness. I planted my feet to the ground, and stretched while yawning. I moved sluggishly to the door, and walked to the bathroom, ignoring Caspar's humming, I freshened up, and walked out. When I approached the kitchen area, the blonde started singing loudly, dropping the sausages on the eggs.

His ears were fully covered by red Beats, plugged to his phone that was stashed in his shorts' pocket. Caspar expended his hands and shouted the lyrics,

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED INNNNN

SO SHAME ON ME NOWWWWWWW

FLEW ME TO PLACES I'VE NEVER BEEN

NOW IM LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND

I face palmed. Though his voice was good, he still had a few mistakes when he hits some notes. I poked his shoulder, making him turn around and grin. I rolled my eyes and pointed at his headphones, mouthing take them off.

"WHAT?" he shouted over the music, making me close my eyes in pain.

"I said take them off!" I shouted back, closing my ears a bit.

"HUH?"

I pulled them down without thinking, dragging his neck along, and making our faces close as I gritted my teeth, " I said, take them off. Stop singing like that, it's troublesome."

He grinned and blinked innocently, " you know who is really troublesome here?"

"Who?"

"You, professor," he chuckled, as I let go of the headphones. I backed up, feeling my pulse quicken. 

Caspar, however, returned to his cooking, unfazed by his actions as usual " I made sausages and scrambled eggs. Hope you're hungry." He sang,

I sat behind the counter, " yeah. I just hope I don't end up in the emergency room and die."

He laughed, plating the food, "if so, then we'll both die together."

"Stop," I warned as he placed the food in front of me, and turned around to sit beside me.

I still haven't forgotten what had happened between us last night, and honestly I have to stop whatever this is.

Not with him.

He's my student, soon to be a rising star. And, nothing more.

Yes.

At least, that's what I think I want.

It's for the best.

"Stop what?" the younger boy asked, taking a mouthful of food, and turning his chair to me with his blue eyes twinkling under the sunrays.

"Stop saying these things. I'm your teacher," I blurted, playing with the plate of food in front of me.

"Oh...sorry. But you're my mentor, the great Joe Sugg." He said softly, "I just admire you so much."

"Kissing someone on the cheek isn't exactly admiring your mentor," I murmured, still not looking at him. "Plus, I'm not that great." I shrugged, biting a sausage.

Caspar huffed, dropping his fork at once. He then turned my chair suddenly towards his own, making my eyes widen as I dropped my fork on my plate.  We faced each other, our knees partly touching.