We're Just Friends (Jaspar/Youtube)

Chapter 8: Only fools fall for you

I spent the day lounging on Oli's couch eating pizza and watching him film his youtube videos. My laptop was spread out on the table, phone chucked on the ground after I got tired of the constant stream of messages from Joe asking when I was coming back. I could see Oli out of the corner of my eye glancing over at me every few minutes. His face was pinched, mouth tight, and I could tell questions were piling up behind his closed lips.

Maybe I should have explained to him why I showed up out of nowhere this morning and landed on his couch. I'm not surprised he has questions, not that I feel like answering them. At least he was being nice about it, letting me be alone and pout.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you're here?" Oli asked as I turned to stare at him.

"Trying to get rid of me, Oli?" I asked with a laugh as I tapped the keyboard again, trying to convince youtube to upload my latest video quicker. Five hours was ridiculous, I swear.

"Er- not that I don't absolutely lovvveee your company," Oli said, turning to face me, "I would really like to know if you and Joe are in fight?"

"Nah- we just needed...I needed a break from it, is all," I replied, evading his question. I could see his phone lighting up ever few minutes with texts or notifications from twitter. Probably only twitter notifications, I did tell Joe where I was going. It's not like he cared.

"Joe thinks he did something," Oli said after a long stretch of silence. I couldn't help but feel a tiny ounce of joy at the fact that Joe felt bad. I kind of felt like smacking myself in the face after I thought it, but he was always teasing. It wasn't fair. How am I suppose to get over him if he is always leading me on whenever I think I'm getting over my crush on him.

"We're fine, Oli," I mumbled glaring a hole into my computer's screen.

"Mhmmm," Oli grumbled under his breath standing up and wandering into the kitchen, letting the conversation die once he realized I wasn't going to say anything.

By dinner time I had packed up my bag and was wandering back to Joe and my's flat. I expected Joe to be at the door demanding to know why I wasn't answering but instead he was standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding a pot of something with a big fluffy apron on that Zoe had gotten him as a joke.

"What are you doing?" I asked wandering over to the bar stool and sitting down.

"Cooking!" Joe said as he turned towards me a grin on his face. "I made spaghetti!"

"Great," I said eyeing the noodles. They did appear to be fully cooked and the kitchen wasn't on fire. Maybe he had googled how to cook it this time instead of putting the noodles in a pot on the stove and walking away. That had gone well the last time. "What exactly inspired your cooking?"

"I talked to Marcus, and he said whenever Niomi was mad he made dinner," Joe said turning to face me.

"I'm not mad at you Joe," I said with a sigh turning to pick up my bag from the floor.

"You're avoiding me though," Joe said and when I turned back to face him, his lips were drawn into a pout. He looked like a puppy. I really wanted to go cuddle him.

"I'm just stressed," I said hoping that Joe would let it go. He frowned at me unhappily.

"You'll have to tell me eventually," he said, "You tell me everything," The way he mumbled the last bit made me think he was trying to convince himself more then me.

I tell him everything but one thing. He doesn't need to know that though.

"It's fine, Joe, were good." I said as he wandered over, handing me a plate of spaghetti. "This actually smells good," I said with a smile.