Cover My Eyes (A Jaspar Fanfic)

Part 4

A/N
Cleaning up these chapters even though this story doesn't make sense anymore. Can't keep up with the times. Oh well,
-jess

*Caspar's POV*

"You brought someone home? Well... That's good I guess."

Joe could (and did) easily bring girls home, they were attracted to him like a moth to a flame, probably because of his perfect hair. But contrary to popular belief they weren't really his type. He had always been bi but he preferred men, girls were just easier for him to find. Maybe he was getting over it? Or maybe he was just REALLY drunk. He looked pretty smashed to me...

The good person in me didn't want to see Joe wake up with regrets. Yeah, I don't want him to have regrets. Nothing to do with me. I should put a stop to this.

"Joe?"

"No, Caspar, I know that face and you can't stop me! " he slurred, leaning against a chair to keep him standing. "Come in Marky"

In walked a well built guy with green eyes and dark blonde/brown hair. Now, guys weren't usually my thing, not really, but this guy was pretty attractive.

"Oh!"

"Hi, I'm Marcus. I swear I'm not here to take advantage of your roommate."

He waved awkwardly at me from the door. He wasn't as drunk as Joe and the way he looked at him put me at ease. He didn't look threatening, in fact he looked kind.

I was about to introduce myself when Joe pounced on him and they started snogging. Well that's my cue to leave.

Seriously, I was a little surprised but maybe this is what Joe needed... why does it feel so wrong? There was a weird ache behind my eyes as I walked downstairs. Oh well.

I took out my phone to text Leila but I had another text.

From: Joe
Cas... I'm sorry. Whatever I thought was gunna happen between us clearly isn't working out. I'm trying to move on. I know that doesn't hurt you as much as it hurts me but I thought you should know. Sorry.
-Joe x

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Good for Joe, I thought as I put my phone down. Good for him.

*Joe's POV*

I hate hangovers. I massaged my temples as I got out of bed, looking for the aspirin and water Marcus said he left out for me. Marcus left a few hours ago after we exchanged numbers and I kissed him goodbye. He was really gentle and caring, I liked him. I smiled to myself, I like him a lot.

I tiptoed past Caspar's room not ready to see him yet. The mixed anxiety over the text I sent him and that I don't know what I said to him last night made me want to throw up, and trust me I did not need the encouragement.

The house was a wreck. Did I do that? No...that doesn't seem right.

I continued making my way to the kitchen and found the glass of water and aspirin with a note attached.

Joe,
Morning sleeping Beauty. Sorry I had to leave so early but I had a great time last night. Wish there was more I could do cuz I know you'll be nursing one massive hangover. Drunkenness and all you're a really cool guy. Call me stupid but I really hope to take you out very soon
-Marcus XOXO

I felt butterflies rise into my chest. Maybe I really like him. He was good for me. He actually liked me and was a warm, genuine person. Exactly what I needed to get over my confusing feelings for Caspar.

My phone buzzed.

From: Marcus
Oh, I hope you like eggs. Made a plate and left them in the fridge for you ;)

Maybe I love him! I reached into the fridge and started to warm myself up some food when I heard a knock at the door.

"Don't answer it! I got it!" Caspar shouted as he ran up the steps, tripping on the last one. Rodney.

He was in his pair of crazy patterned joggers an absolute mad lad. I snickered, I'll have to text Oli about it. We loved to take the piss out of Caspar's sense of "style."

The door swung open and I heard a female voice. Oh great, it's her. The smile started to slip off my face before I caught myself. Nothing could kill my good mood. I'm over him, I told myself.

"Shh!" Caspar huffed looking back at me. "Bye Joe, don't wait up" he joked in a deadpan voice.

"Do I ever?" I snapped back, trying to pretend like just yesterday I wasn't waiting under his bed for him to come home. Totally over him.

He shrugged his dopey shoulders and walked out slamming the door behind him. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

To: Marcus
Want to go out for dinner? My treat

I got an answer in seconds

From: Marcus
Be there at 6!
- xMarcus