We're Just Friends (Jaspar/Youtube)

Chapter 9: Revenge The Mop & Food Fights

Joe was staring at me from across the table. I could feel his eyes on my face as I took a sip of the apple juice in front of me. When I turned to glance over at him his mouth titled upward into a small smirk.

I looked away from him, back towards the others. I was confused why Joe had chosen to sit across from me when he could have sat down right next to me. But then again, maybe I was just over thinking it.

I didn't want to be clingy. I mean we'd just kissed. In the kitchen. Oh god. This was never going to work. My eyes drifted back toward the other's who were sitting farther down the table, a frown forming on my face. I mean what would they think? What would the fans say if they found out?

What if Joe just wanted to be friends?

Friends with benefits?

Could I do that? Could I have him in the bedroom and just be friends outside of that?

The atmosphere in the room seemed to change. It felt strange, like everything was fading, blending into this foggy, blurry mirage as I bit down on my lip, worrying it between my teeth.

I didn't realize my hand had started to shake until the metal tines of my fork knocked into my plate. My soggy, half-drowned, waffle still lay uneaten in the middle of it.

I felt a foot brush against my leg as I ripped my eyes away from the fading piece of paint on the table realizing I'd been glaring at it for who knows how long.

Joe was looking at me again, his eyebrows crinkled together to form the most confused puppy-dog expression I'd ever seen.

"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile onto my face. Joe frowned, eyeing me curiously before going back to his breakfast.

I cut up the waffle stabbing one of the pieces and shoving it in my mouth to avoid looking at the others.

"So, Caspar and Joe, anything to share?" Oli asked, interrupting my thoughts, a teasing lilt to his voice as he shifted his attention to our side of the table. I glared at him in annoyance, unsure how to respond.

"Oh god no, please don't share details," Connor groaned slamming his head down on the table with a laugh.

"No, please do," Oli said wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

Marcus was silent, his face closed off, expressionless, and yet not angry, just like he couldn't figure us out.

I wish he would stop. Actually, I wish they all would. Like it wouldn't be hard enough to talk to Joe without the others making him feel self-conscious.

"No, nothing," I said finally when I realized Joe wasn't going to respond to the question, instead opting to shove more of his breakfast in his mouth, his eyes glued to his plate in pretend fascination.

Oli was frowning now as he held his vlog camera up, prepared to film Joe's reaction to the question even though the viewers would have no idea what we were talking about.

Joe turned to face Oli suddenly, tossing an orange slice at him which smacked into Oli's camera. Oli let out an offended yelp in surprise as he started to whine about how it was a new camera and demand Connor to revenge it. Connor picked up a grape and tossed it at Joe lightly, smacking his cheek. Joe's face shifted back to his usual smirk as he picked up a piece of his waffle and chucked it towards Oli who was scrubbing at the lens of his camera angrily.

Oli grumbled something at Joe before pushing the camera aside and tossing the waffle back at Joe. I ducked as a full on food fight started. Rolling my eyes, I successfully dodged a spoonful of eggs that came flying towards me from Connor self-made spoon catapult and headed towards the kitchen doors.