Jaspar One-Shots

New Apartment

Author's Note: IM NOT DEAD IM HERE AND READY TO MAKE CRAPPY STORIES AGAIN. This story is really crappy, but I felt obliged to make you guys something cos I haven't in a while so here it is.

P.S. So done with Jaspar moving out. So I made an AU. Well you know what, Jaspar moving out isn't an Alternate Universe thing anymore, because they already have moved out. So here ya go. A reality fanfiction. Because this is what is happening right now.

Summary: Joe is lonely without Caspar in his new apartment, so he calls said Caspar to watch some movies and eat pizza with him.

Just read it. It's not as boring as it sounds, I swear. Plus it's happy.

Joe sat on the edge of his the empty, rickety bed. He felt his mind crumbling to pieces as his weight settled on the mattress. Cold, empty bed. There used to be another presence  there, another presence beside him. A hand to hold, someone to laugh with, gone. He leaned his head against the wall and looked up at the ceiling of his new apartment.

He felt unstable. The ground was crumbling, his mind was crumbling, everything was shattering into pieces. Ever since he left Caspar. It wasn't a fight, it was just... They were just roommates. Roommates were bound to move out, eventually. Roommates were just roommates. But it was just so lonely for him, he'd gotten used to Caspar's loud snoring through the thin walls that separated each of their rooms, or the pestering, consistent noise of his music. Now, there was nothing but thick, empty silence.

The rain pattered heavily against his window, and outside, the the dim lights of the lamps shone in the shadow of the clouds and the night. It was a truly depressing night.

He decided to ring Caspar up. Scrambling through his bed sheets, he picked his phone up and selected Caspar's name from his contacts. The ringing trilled through his ears, echoing into his blank mind painfully.

Soon though, he was relieved of that when the other end of the phone picked up. Munching was heard through the line. "Hey Caspar," he said through the phone, plastering on a fake smile even though no one could see it.

"Hey, Joe," he said jollily through the phone line through rounds of crunching and crumpling of what Joe could only guess were bags of chips. Joe laughed wryly. "Is there something you need?"

Joe cleared his throat, and scrambled through his brain for the words to say. "Ummm, well I was wondering if you could come over tonight? Y'know, watch some movies, eat some pizza. For old times' sake?" He finished off in a self-conscious whisper, and shooed away his embarrassment of asking Caspar such a favour. Did he really expect Caspar to come wading through the rain just for him?

"Sure!" Well, Joe certainly was not expecting that. His spirits instantly lifted, and his faux smile was replaced by a genuine one. "I'll bring pizza and other stuff. Just sit tight, buddy." One last munch was heard before the phone hung up.

In excitement, Joe smiled and bolted up from his bed. He rushed to the living room, nearly tripping on his own feet, and diving into the pile of DVD's. He began fishing out his and Caspar's favourite movies to choose from. After setting them on the table, he dusted of his palms, and went to grab a bowl of chips from the kitchen. Good thing he always had those ready.

The doorbell rang.
"That must be Caspar," he thought. They were, after all, only a few blocks apart, no wonder he'd arrive so quickly. To think of it, he could have just gone to Caspar himself, instead of asking Caspar to come to his own apartment in the rain just for his own satisfaction. His eyes twitched at his own stupidity.