Jaspar One-Shots

Forgetful

Summary: Caspar comes home to an empty apartment. He's forgetful sometimes.

Author's Note: This is even crappier than yesterday's cuz I'm doing this while I'm doing my homework so... :'D

"Joeee," Caspar singsongs as he waltzes into their shared apartment. He's carrying grocery bags full of chips and some marshmallows for the chubby bunny challenge collaboration he and Joe were going to do.

The apartment is dark, all lights turned off, and not a sound to be heard.

It's as if no one is at home at all.

Caspar is confused because Joe is supposed to be home. Normally, he would text Caspar or call him, to notify him that he'd be going somewhere so neither of them got worried.

He got neither.

Patting his pockets and pulling out his phone, Caspar checks his phone for calls, or texts. None. The last text he got from Joe was on February. It's November now.

It's odd, but Caspar decides to brush it off as Joe deleting his message and phone history as a prank or something.

He chuckles. How silly.

Caspar drops the groceries off on their breakfast island and trudges downstairs to his bedroom to change clothes. He hears footsteps inside, and smirks.

Joe can't fool me this time.

He opens the door, expecting Joe to jump out and scare him, camera in hand. He doesn't.

He laughs. "Joe, you can't fool me, I know you're there."

Caspar waits. No one is there. The lights are still off, and he turns them on, and starts searching for where Joe was surely hiding.

"Joe?"

He looks around, in his cabinet, his bathroom, but there's no sight or trace that Joe was ever inside.

He sits on his bed, perplexed.

That's odd. Was I hearing things?
On the other hand, Joe has been very quiet lately.

Caspar is confused, he doesn't remember the last time he's actually seen him, never mind spoken to him. But it had to be recently, didn't it? They were roommates, for God's sakes.

After a few minutes of deciding whether or not to check up on Joe, he walks to his bedroom and knocks. No reply.

"Joe," Caspar shouts.

No reply again.

Caspar stands outside, patiently tapping his foot, waiting for Joe to open the door.

He doesn't.

Minutes pass by, but Joe still does not answer the door. He's had enough of waiting and opens the door to Joe's room. It's dark, and quiet, like the rest of the apartment, but somehow it feels even more so. While the rest of the apartment felt warm, here, it felt cold.

Caspar shivers.

He's not on the bed. Not in the bathroom, not hiding in the cabinets, nowhere.

And the room... It looks awfully messy. The sheets are all crumpled up and there are things scattered everywhere, and Joe's laptop is still open on the bed, though it's long since lost its charge. His camera lays discarded, and his lamps are in broken pieces on the floor. There is dust coating the whole room. The bathroom door is open, toilet paper rolls on the tiles from their last collaboration.

Almost a year ago.

Joe isn't messy. Joe is tidy. He would have cleaned it all up.

Why didn't he clean it up?

Suddenly, Caspar feels nauseous. He runs to his room and shuts the door, falling into the bed. Pulling his knees up to his chest, tears fall down his face.

He'd forgotten.

Joe's been dead for a while now.

You're just a memory
Trapped in my mind
But I always forget
Oh, I always forget

Author's Note: I'm so sorry.