At 7am I was woken up to sound of notifications on my phone.
Groggily I scooted over to my bedside table and read my messages.
JOE:
I'm sorry babe! :(
Give me another chance? <3
At least let me explain myself?
I made a mistake!
I've changed!
I need you in my life <3
Come back to me?
I was only half way through the messages, when my phone started blasting out one direction's "steal my girl". I jumped a bit, but I managed to compose myself just enough, so I was able to answer the phone.
"....Hello....Who is this...?" I answered hesitantly, half expecting it to be Joe, as some kind of consequence to reading Joe's messages and thinking of him while I did.
"Hi {your name}! It's me, Caspar."
I let out a deep sigh of relief and replied "Caspar! Hi, what's up?"
"My heart, because every time I hear your voice it pounds, you know it goes up and down..."
I heard a loud thump against what I assumed was Caspar face palming. Which was followed by Caspar muttering "That was so lame, what have I done!?"
I let out a short pfftt, trying to contain my laughter. It might have been him trying to flirt that was so amusing, but as lame as it was, it was sweet and endearing.
Caspar must have heard me react to his flirting, because he voice held a hint of happiness as we continued to talk. In the end, it was decided that we were going to meet up today for coffee, in Starbucks. But just as friends, I couldn't let myself just jump from one guy to the next. Starting a relationship with Caspar now, while I still had feelings for Joe, would be too unfair on Caspar. I couldn't do that to him.
Meanwhile, the texts from Joe just kept coming. Text after text. While the notification sound was annoying. I hated the texts themselves. They weren't mean or rude. No, they were the exact opposite of that. They were sweet and heartfelt. That's why I hated them. They made my heart sway back towards Joe.
JOE:
I know I hurt you
It kills me to know I hurt you
Let me make things right?
I really do care about you
Just let me show you
I think I might even lov-
I couldn't read anymore. I closed my messages and threw away my phone.
That couldn't have been love right? Ha...No way. I'm getting ahead of myself. Joe couldn't love me. He could have been talking about cheese! Yes, of course who doesn't love cheese?
Anyway! No more Joe thoughts! I'm about to go on a date with Joe. I mean no!! Caspar, I meant on a date with Caspar! NO!! Not a date, just friends seeing each other. Right. Caspar, friends.
As I drummed the two words into my head, I slowly got changed into my outfit.
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My Boyfriend's(?) Roommate
FanfictionWhat are we? Are you my boyfriend? Even if I love your roommate? But who is the roommate and who is the boyfriend? Joe or Caspar? #87 Alfie #187 Zoella