JASPAR

JOE'S POV

"Haha!" Caspar laughs aloud as I tickle him in front of my filming camera.

"Stop Joe, stop!" He begs, squealing and giggling between breaths. His smile couldn't get any wider.

To let me tickle him is one of the dares sent in from fans, that we're doing for this video. I laugh aloud as Caspar carries on like a little kid. I can't help it, he's just too cute! I don't stop.

"Joseph Sugg, if you don't stop this nonsense at once I shall have to send you to your room!" He mocks me.

I stop immediately, as if his threat had an impact on me. I make a mock-guilty face, like a child would, being yelled at by his mum.

Caspar looks back at me, where I'm placed directly behind him, legs surrounding his body. He squeezes my cheeks as if to cheer me up and makes the stupidest smiley face at me. I don't know how we got famous from doing stuff like this.

I act as if I'm tempted into content again, ready to do our next dare.

Caspar turns around, back to the camera, while I swing myself next to him. We are sitting on my bed, in our apartment that we share, as roommates.

My bed was neatly made, until we ruffled it up again with our ridiculous dares, such as having an outrageous tickle fight. This is my kind of fun.

The next dare that we read tells us to smother peanut paste in our hair and to eat it off each other's heads. We are almost at the end of our list of dares, and I thought that I'd almost gotten away with not having any messy ones. Shit.

Caspar and I both look at each other, and sigh. "I'll go get the peanut paste", I offer. Caspar doesn't object.

I walk out of my room without a glance back, leaving the door open behind me, so I can hear what shit Caspar is talking into the camera about me.

I open a cupboard in our kitchen, which supposedly holds the peanut butter inside. I walk back to my room, jar in hand when I notice something. Caspar's gone.

I peep around my door, expecting him to be hiding there, ready to scare me. He's not there.

"Caspar, where are you?" I say, waiting to hear a faint giggle of laughter or a sharp breath. Caspar can never keep quiet. I am silent. Waiting for something, listening as hard as my ears allow me. Big mistake.

"Ahhh!" He jumps on my back from outside the room yelling, to make me jump. It worked.

"Caspar! You scared the pants off me!" I say, struggling to unfold his arms from around my neck. Since he is so much bigger than me, he weighs me down and forces me to flop onto the bed, him still clutching onto my back.

I struggle and squeak as he wrestles me so I'm on my back and he's sitting on top of me. I can't help but notice how nice he smells, weird I know.

His face is wrinkled all over with determination as he tries to hold me down. I struggle to escape, wriggling under his grasp and weight.

"Haha!" Caspar laughs with joy as we play-fight like a pair of puppies. He starts to furiously tickle me, payback I guess.

Finally, I stop struggling. I dropped the jar of peanut butter when he first frightened me. "I give up, I give up, you win!" I submit.

Caspar looks up to the ceiling and raises his fists into the air with victory. "Thank you! Thank you!" He pretends there is a crowd applauding him for his efforts.

"Now get off me you potato", I joke, and he does. I don't really want him to get off me, but I can't let him know that, especially with a rolling camera watching our every move.

That would have been the perfect time to kiss him. I know Caspar has a girlfriend but still, if I hadn't have told him to get off, I would have kissed him instead. Good thing I told him to get off me, then. Sometimes I can't control myself as well as I should.

"Alright, I'm going to go wash this out of my hair", I gesture towards all of the peanut paste mixed with Caspar's slobber on my head.

"Yeah, me too", Caspar replies. He walks out of my room, leaving me feeling alone and detached. It's a lot quieter when he's not around, I've noticed.

I decide to turn around too, towards my shower. I strip off before I'm in my bathroom, because I know that Caspar's in his shower already. I can hear it spraying.

Just before the bathroom door is closed behind me, Caspar springs out, scaring me again. He is still fully clothed.

"Ah!" I jump. "Caspar, you're wasting water! Think of all the children who don't have access to that kind of thing!" I half joke.

Caspar smiles, without looking down at my bare body. "Did I get you?" He teases.

I give in and say, "Yes, you got me, now go have your shower you ninny, go on".

Caspar starts retreating, still hysterical with laughter. "Go on, get outta here you pervert!" I joke, using that voice that I use in videos sometimes.

I don't really take much notice that I'm not wearing any clothes. I don't really care either, Caspar's seen me naked before.

I think about a lot in the shower. I hear Caspar's faint, off-key singing from the other side of the apartment. I think about our tickle fight and how my legs were positioned around him. I think about Caspar trying to scare me and his adorable laughter that followed. I think about what life might be like if we hadn't have moved in together as friends, immediately I try to think about something else.

Thankfully it's not hard for your thoughts to get disturbed when Caspar's singing is in the background. He's singing 'Locked Out of Heaven' by Bruno Mars.

Caspar's singing is so hilarious that I listen to his voice for a bit before joining in with him, as loud as my small lungs will let me.

"Coz' you make me feel like......I've been locked out of heaven......for too lo-o-ong......for too lo-o-o-ong" We shout at the top of our voices, laughing as Caspar realises that his solo has turned into a duet.

I wonder what the neighbours must think of us.

After my shower, I sit down on my bed, wrapped in my towel, and open up my laptop. Once my video footage has transferred from my camera, I start editing my collab with Caspar.

It's so funny looking back on this footage from a different perspective. Obviously when we were filming, I knew what was going on, but I was only sitting next to Caspar. Seeing it from the camera's eyes, you notice other things, like silly expressions when the other is looking away.

I pause the video at one point, to go get some dinner. I'm not that hungry, so I just make myself a toasted sandwich. I get tomato, cheese and ham, standard. I butter the outside of the bread before placing the sandwich into the toastie machine. I look at my watch, 8:16. It normally takes about five minutes to cook, so I go back into my room so I don't waste any time. I run my hand through my hair before sitting back down on my bed. Then I notice something.

The image that is paused onto my screen shows me laughing and Caspar looking at me. His face wears a smile, but there is something else there. Almost as if he is looking at me with admiration, affection or yearning. Maybe it's a mixture of all three.

I freeze. Could this be it? What does this mean? What is this look on his face? These questions whiz through my head as I stare deeper and deeper into the image. Desperate to find something else that might secure my suspicions.

When I finally give up, feeling sure that there is nothing else in the picture, I just stare. I just stare at his beautiful face, hoping and praying that this could amount to something. Then I remember something.

His girlfriend, Gaby.

The toastie machine beeps.