Meeting and Falling for Caspar Lee. (Caspar Lee Fan Fiction)

The Day Before.

The flat was (mostly) immaculate. It turns out Alice’s stern words had clearly made an impact, and there were just a few Coco Pops to clean up and some washing to be done. Josh had lived with the boys for a few weeks he did have a flat of his own, but it was only one room. He had lived with his dad Carl, but he lost his way without Josh’s mother being there. She had left a few months earlier to Carl showing signs of depression, to the point it became impossible to live with him. Without much money, Josh found a small one room flat where he managed to live for 6 months. The boy’s helped him tremendously, but the court date only dragged him down. Giving him a decent sized flat to share with Liam would help the situation a huge amount, and you could tell he was excited as he came out of the bathroom, clothed in a t-shirt and jogging pants, and all his belongings in bin liner.

“Oh, Josh, get another bag, you look like a tramp. You’re not getting on the tube with a bin liner” you sighed, the eye roll apparent in the tone of your voice. He mimicked you childishly. “It’s a five minute ride. You get all sorts round here anyway, no one will care” he protested loudly. You shrugged and went to find Caspar. He was on his hands and knees, picking up the remaining Coco Pops from the kitchen. “Oh, ______,” he said, clearly startled, then he looked at Alice. “Please don’t yell, we’re nearly done” he grimaced, cowering back into the corner as he picked up more Coco Pops hurriedly. Alice chuckled, in a sort of, ‘I love how they are scared of me’ sort of way. Alfie came out of his room and picked up Alice, twirling her around in the air and giving her a long passionate kiss. “Ugh, get a room” you sighed. Alfie poked his tongue out at you and put her down lightly.

Caspar stood up and hugged you tightly. You felt his body shake against yours. He was clearly nervous about the events of the following day as much as you. Tears suddenly made and appearance on your cheeks, and Caspar kissed them away softly. “I’m sure it will be fine” Caspar smiled, holding your shoulders. You nodded and wiped your cheeks. But what if it wasn’t? What if he has deteriorated since last time? And when was last time? When did he find out? Oh well. These questions weren’t important to dwell on now.

You took Josh to his old flat to collect the remainders of his things. He didn’t have much to say the least. His room was quite sad actually, dull brown walls, a small bed in the corner pushed up against a window, a TV (which was precariously balanced on a night stand at the end of his bed), and the rest of the room was a small and dingy kitchen. And it wasn’t strictly speaking one room, for there was a door near the window that lead to a balcony, and another door near the bed that opened up into a bathroom about the size of a changing cubical and a swimming pool. Somehow, the architect had managed to fit a toilet and bath/shower in, and on the wall right next to the toilet was a tiny sink.

Josh took all of five minutes to get his things in a small suitcase including the stuff he already had in his bin liner. He then took his bin liner and took the ice cubes and icepacks out of the freezer and put them in. He then put this into his backpack and put all his food in there. It was hardly a fridge, but it seemed to work. He had to bin his milk and cheese, along with numerous other things that had gone stale in his absence, but most things in his kitchen were still in date, and Josh wasn’t the sort of man to be throwing money away. He gave you his backpack and wheeled his suitcase into the hall. You looked back into the flat, if you could call it that. The bed was bare, the kitchen looked larger without keys and letters cluttering the work tops, and the bathroom was naked without toiletries. He shut and locked the door, taking the stairs down to the bottom (there was no lift), and as he came out of the flat building, he went to the landlords hut and slipped a note under the door. It read:

Apartment 43 is now vacant and will remain that way for the foreseeable future. The keys are with the lovely couple at Apartment 21, and I will be back in a fortnight to arrange the details upon selling the place. Thank you.

You took him back to your old flat, where Liam opened the door and ignored you completely, but he hugged Josh tightly. He had clearly missed his friend.

You went back to Caspar and Alfie’s as the two boys settled in back there, and spent the rest of the day with Caspar, lying on his bed, cuddled up together, and you talked about what happens depending on what you will be told tomorrow. You tried to come up with an answer for everything, but one possible outcome defeated you. “I’m sorry, Mr Lee” you heard an imaginary doctor say in your head, “I’m afraid that your condition appears to be terminal, and I would estimate that you have 6-10 months left.”

That was one outcome that couldn’t happen. It simply couldn’t happen.