Sam's P.O.V
''I told him that Zoe went home early because she was tired...'' I explained to Caspar ''I saved your ass, Casp''
I watched as one of my best friends sat before me, looking more stressed than I had ever seen him before, and it scared me a little. Caspar is always so confident so, once you see him nervous or worried, you just naturally feel uncomfortable I guess. It also kills me to see him like this but he got himself into this all on his own and he's going to have to get himself out of it too. There's only so much I can do.
We stayed quiet for a little while as he stared at the ground, his head in his hands. I watched his back rise and fall as he struggled to breathe steadily. It was still pretty hard to keep the conversation going for me because of the pain pounding in my head at a steady pace. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to shut out the pain for as long as I could manage but my concentration was disturbed.
''What am I guna do'' He said rather than asked.
I shrugged my shoulders in response. I really couldn't help him and I'm friends with Jack aswell as Caspar and I just couldn't do that to Jack. Even if I was better friends with Caspar, I just couldn't do it.
I lay myself back down on the couch, not able to take the hangover pain anymore and deciding on more sleep as the solution.
''I owe you one, Sam...'' I hear Caspar mutter after a couple of minutes of us just sitting there in silence. I hear him get up from the couch and head for the door, sighing loudly in frustration.
''Or six'' I correct him, not opening my eyes. I hear him stop and the door and I can tell he's smiling before he carries on up the stairs.
Zoe's P.O.V
I quickly pull my jumper over my head as I hear Caspar reach the top of the stairs. I look myself up and down in the mirror as I try and comb a few of the tangles out of my hair with my fingers. I see Caspar's reflection in the mirror, leaning against the door frame, watching me pull my hair up into the messiest bun I have ever made.
''Hey'' He says, quietly
''Hey'' I turn around to face him, slowly, straightening out my jumper and pulling a few stray strands of hair behind my ears, on at a time. He's still in his boxers, a reminder of what happened last night, his arms crossed infront of him. I open my mouth to say something before realising I don't actually have anything to say. I close it again and shift my feet about, awkwardly. I see a cheeky smile appear on Caspar's lips and I find myself raising my eyebrows at him, smiling a little too. I let out an accidental giggle, not knowing why, but it's soon followed up by a small laugh let out by Caspar. Soon we both start laughing together for no apparent reason. We just laugh for about a minute before falling into a comfortable silence ago. A few minutes ago I was so worried about Jack and about what he must be thinking but everytime I see Caspar I just forget all my worries and just enjoy his presence.
''You guys better not be fucking up there!'' Sam yells from downstairs. The two of us burst out laughing again as I walk over to pick my bag up off my bed. I then realise something and whip my head around to face Caspar who is walking over the bed after me. ''Wait... You told him?'' I ask, looking confused and slightly irritated.
''Uh no. He already knew'' He replies, gesturing towards the stairs.
''Oh''
''Yeah..''
''Well I've got to get going now so-'' I start, bending over my bed, reaching over for my purse.
''Oi, not so fast missy!'' Caspar chuckles as I feel one of his strong arms reach around my waist and pull me down across him on the bed. I let out a little squeal of laughter as he hugs me, tightly, around my back. We both lie there laughing, him holding me in his arms and me resting my head on his shoulder.
Once the laughter dies down a bit I realise how cramped we are on this tiny bed.
''This is a single bed'' I say between giggles.
''I know right'' He responds, looking down to the other end of the bed. ''It is pretty small huh''
''How did we do... it... on this?'' I ask, sounding sincerely confused. I feel Caspar's chest shake underneath be as he chuckles, lightly, in response.
After a couple of minutes of us just lying there, hearing eachother breathing, I push myself up off of Caspar watching as he grows sadder. ''Where are you going?''
''Caspar, I have to go back to, um, Jack's. He's probably really worried'' I felt awkward talking about Jack infront of Caspar now.
He nods, understanding but keeping hold of my waist.
''Alright but first..'' He instructs me, turning his head to the left and pointing at his right cheek with his index finger. I roll my eyes, smiling before happily obliging.
I lean down again and go to plant a kiss on Caspar's cheek but, being Caspar, he turns his head last minute and catches me on his lips. The kiss was nothing spectacular, it was just sweet and innocent and it gave me butterflies in my stomach. Caspar smiles into the kiss and I do the same straight after before standing up and grabbing my bag.
''Let me out?'' I ask and he nods in reply, standing up and following me out the bedroom door and and down the stairs. Sam steps out of the sitting room and stand in the hall as Caspar opens the front door.
''Great party, Sam'' I compliment. He nods with a smile, obviously not managing very many words in his current state. We exchange a quick hug before I lean in to hug Caspar. I remember something that I need to say to him to I whisper in his ear during the short time in which we were hugging.
''We can't tell anyone, Caspar. Promise me''
''I promise'' He almost instantly replies before we both pull away from eachother and I step out the door and turn my head over my shoulder as Sam places a firm hand on Caspar's shoulder and they both wave goodbye.
''See you soon'' Caspar quickly yells as Sam raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head, laughing.
I nod back to Caspar, giggling and ignoring Sam. I nod, feeling over the moon, and make my way towards my car that was parked on the corner seeing as Jack couldn't drive home last night. He probably took the bus or something.
Oh god, Jack.
Caspar's P.O.V
I quickly shut the door and turn around as Sam gives my shoulder a quick squeeze. I turn fully, to face him, and raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to say something.
''Yeah, that really sucks'' He states, shrugging his shoulders as he follows me into the kitchen and we sit at the counter.
''Why?'' I mean obviously it really sucked. Everything sucked right then but why would he just randomly say it? I stare at the white kitchen wall infront of us, awaiting his answer.
''You make her really happy'' He finally answers. I flick my head to the left, facing him, confused. Why would that suck.
''So?'' I reply, showing my confusion at what he was saying to me. He wasn't making any sense.
''Like...happier than he ever will...''
I turn to face the wall again and I can see Sam stand up from his seat beside me and place his hand on my arm, making me look him in the face again.
''Which means she won't stop coming back''
And with that, Sam turned and walked out of the Kitchen, leaving me to suffer in my own mind which seemed to enjoy torturing me.
