Stutter | A Jaspar Fanfic

5. Flower Boy

WARNING: The following chapter contains transphobic slurs, homophobic slurs, gender norms, and mentions of non consensual touching. If you are easily triggered, I would maybe leave or just get rlly mad idk I'm sorry dude, but you and your mental state is put first before everything else, be okay lil flower <3

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The following week went by faster than the last one. Joe spoke to Caspar still, even during school. Mostly during lunches and breaks. Will would punch him in his shoulder and then take his phone away, typing an angry message to Caspar.

Joe: DTOP TRYIGN TO GTE IN MY PANST

Caspar: ......wtf

And then Joe would wrestle Will for his phone, practically on top of him as he grabbed helplessly for his phone.

"Get off me!" Will wheezed, pressing his hand against Joe's hip and pushing against it hard enough to leave a bruise.

"I will when you give me my phone," Joe shouted, flailing as he tried to get his phone. "Gimme!"

Then Will would give up because Joe was making him uncomfortable and gave him his phone, before shoving him off of him.

"I don't like you looking through our conversations or texting him," Joe said, his face turning red.

"Why?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow. "Send any nudes so he can jerk off yet?"

Joe punched him in the shoulder and Will hasn't let the sexual innuendos go yet.

"This is so long," he would say to his Euro textbook, not feeling the motivation to study.

"That's probably what you said to Caspar last night."

Its gotten so bad that Joe's started firing back snippy remarks to get his friend to shut up.

"This won't fit,"

"Caspar must hear that a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, and you probably never hear it at all."

Will is silent for a moment before responding. "Well played."
They have a very healthy relationship.

So, Joe's life is pretty much at a high since he's met Caspar. Sure, every now and then he'll find himself at 3 in the morning telling himself that he can't get too involved with this, but then Caspar will text him something stupid or post a photo on Instagram tagging him and he'll have all his thoughts put to the side.

Yeah, life is pretty good right now. Too bad Joe has terrible luck.

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The worst day of his life was starting right this moment. Joe blinked the sleepy crust away from his eyes and yawned, looking at his bedside clock to look at what time it was. 7:12. School starts in eighteen minutes. Panic rolled into his head and Joe pushed himself to sit up, his brain awake and screaming at him to do something while everything else was slow and lacking from sleep.

"Zoe!" He called out, throat dry and hoarse. It was barely even a whisper and he wet his chapped lips, standing up on his feet and tumbling out of his room and onto his sisters, which was open. He thought that her and his dad were probably downstairs in the kitchen so he went down, only to be met with nobody there.