We're Just Friends (Jaspar/Youtube)

Chapter 10: I'll Always Follow You

Something about Joe was intoxicating. When he was kissing me it was like all my thoughts went fuzzy, nothing mattered except the touch of his lips against mine and the feeling of his hands as they skimmed down my side to pull my shirt off.

I laughed against his lips as Joe let out a frustrated huff as he tried to yank the shirt up, one of the sleeves catching on my shoulder. I arched upwards, allowing him to pull the fabric away from me. He tossed it somewhere over my shoulder, a brief flash of fabric as it fluttered to the ground beside the couch.

I pushed his shoulder, rolling us over so I was on top, pinning him to the ground as I grabbed his shirt, tugging on it.

"Off," I mumbled as I attempted to pull it off without detaching our lips for more than a few seconds. Joe yanked it off throwing it a random direction as his hand reached up to twist in my hair, pulling sharply for a moment and then relaxing as an embarrassing moan left my lips.

I could feel my cheeks go bright red as I tensed on top of him. Joe let out a laugh as he flipped us over again landing on top as he trailed kisses from my collarbone to my ear. He shifted again so he was straddling me and I could feel him rock against me teasingly.

"So I guess that's a thing for you," Joe said with a laugh as I swatted at him, embarrassed.

"Shut up, Joe," I grumbled as Joe bit lightly at the skin on my neck causing me to jerk in surprise.

"Joe," I whined as I moved my hands from his hair to brush over his abs, feeling them clench under my fingertips as I traced the lines of his stomach to the top of his jeans, his Calvin Klein boxers visible.

Joe was busy, all his focus directed toward sucking a mark into the side of my neck.

"What are you a vampire?" I asked with a breathless laugh as I slid my finger through one of his belt loops tugging him closer to me. I could feel Joe grin into the side of my neck as he turned to kiss me again.

This time it was softer though, slower, his lips moving almost gently against mine, a kind of breathless feeling of joy bubbling up inside me.

It felt strange.

It felt like love.

I froze slightly, my eyes blinking open to stare at Joe. Joe's eyes opened as he felt me freeze up.

I never realized how strange it was to kiss someone with your eyes open.

Joe seemed confused and closed his eyes again, pressing his lips firmer against mine again. I sighed slightly relaxing back into the kiss, but a part of me kept wondering if I was imagining it.

Like maybe I wanted it to be love so much that I was being blinded by an idea, this dream of how I wished Joe and I could be.

Joe slowed down again, his lips brushing against mine, once, twice before he pulled away and flopped onto the floor next to me, leaving me staring up at the ceiling, frozen somewhere between shock and seriously turned on.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked after a couple of minutes staring at the ceiling watching a brown spot of syrup drip onto the floor beside us. How did they get syrup on the ceiling? That takes talent.

"We made out," Joe said seriously, turning to look at me. I turned my head to look at him, trying to gauge his emotion when he burst out laughing.

"Oh god, we made out," Joe said before exploding into giggles. I stared at him in confusion before rolling my eyes at his childish behavior when he continued laughing.

The phone rang somewhere in the kitchen interrupting Joe's laughing fit. No one moved to get it.

I was confused. If Joe kissed me does that mean he likes me? Why is he laughing? Unless he thinks I think it's a joke and he's trying to laugh it off.

Why are boys so confusing?

The phone rang again as I leaned up on my elbows to look over Joe's body for the phone at the dinning table. It was my phone that was ringing. Joe had stopped laughing now as was simply staring at the ceiling with a grin on his face.

Sometimes I question his sanity.

I got up, attempting to step over Joe, who apparently had decided to lay on the floor and never move again. Joe latched onto my ankle, nearly tripping me over as I turned to stare down at him curiously. The shrill ringtone echoing in our flat as I locked eyes with Joe.

"We're friends," Joe started, before pausing. It was silent as the phone stopped ringing leaving us blanketed in awkward silence as the word "Friends" repeated over and over again in my mind.

"I know," I finally whispered, turning to look away from him. Joe bit his lip, opening his mouth and then snapping it closed as the phone started ringing again.

I groaned turning to walk towards the table and pick it up.

"What?" I snapped at the person on the phone.

"Why doesn't anyone pick up their phones?" Alfie snapped back, irritation and stress in his voice. I crinkled my eyebrows in confusion, wondering what the heck Alfie's problem was.

I was having a crisis.

A Joe shaped kissing crisis. The world might be ending.

"Sorry," I said, "I-We..were a little bit busy," I said.

I could hear Alfie pacing around through the phone. "What's up with you?" I asked.

"Zoe's in the hospital." Alfie spoke, his words jumbled as another voice spoke in the background.

"What?" I asked, turning to look over at Joe.

"Look- Joe's not picking up his phone, but I think-I think you guys need to come. Zoe was in a car crash this morning and she's in surgery."

"Okay...Okay, I'll tell Joe," I said scrambling over to my computer on the table to close it and shove into my bag and grab a piece of paper to write down the hospital name before hanging up.

"Look, Joe-we need-" I said turning to glance at him. Joe was standing a couple of feet away with his arms crossed.

"Caspar, we need to talk," Joe said.

"Not right now, Joe, Alfie called Zoe's in the hospital, where's your phone?" I asked.

Joe froze staring at me.

"What do you mean she's in the hospital? Why the hell didn't Alfie call me?" Joe demanded, fishing around in his pockets for his phone.

"You weren't picking up because we were...distracted," I said. Joe was half ignoring me at this point shoving the pillows back on the couch as he made to walk downstairs, hands clicking away at his phone.

"We need to go," Joe said, his face pale, "I just need to grab some clothes, are you coming?" Joe asked.

"Yeah...Yeah, I'm coming." I said turning to follow him. I'd always follow him. I'm beginning to wonder if that's the problem.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry about the slow updates - I've been very busy. Thank you so much for all the comments/votes I've received for this story recently. I'm so happy people are enjoying it! I do plan to finish it with around 20 chapters (so we're about half way done).

P.S. Sorry Zoe *hides behind a rock*, no one kill me! Also I can't write any sexy scenes without laughing so I apologize for whatever the heck that was at the begining :P