It's A One Time Thing? - A Caspar Lee Story.

Chapter 6

This whole situation was just completely bizarre. Sleeping with someone that i met at a club isn’t a new thing, i am a university student after all, but the fact that I’m sat talking to them casually afterwards? Now that’s something new. Plus the fact that it is Caspar Lee. Usually I just pick up my stuff whilst the person is sleeping and leave. I don’t make a habit out of sleeping around. Sometimes things just happen you know?

After eating a bit more of my cereal I put it down on the bedside table and got up out the bed, still in Caspar’s hoodies, and went over to fetch my phone. I saw that it had charged a little bit, I pressed the button on top ‘Success!’ I fist bumped the air as my phone finally turned on.

I heard Caspar laughing from the bed, I looked over to see him finishing off my cereal. ‘Hey! That’s mine’ I made a mock grumpy face.

He shrugged and just carried on eating. ‘Don’t worry I’ll make sure to really enjoy the chocolate milk at the bottom for you.’ He winked. That was totally the best part of coco pops and he knew it.

‘Dickhead’ I mumbled under my breath. Offending him like this seemed to be becoming a habit.

Anyway, Caspar kept distracting me, but when I finally looked back down at my phone I saw 15 missed calls from various of my friends, 10 voicemails, 23 texts and many facebook messages. Shit. I took a deep breath and did the thing that most drunks dread the next morning. Looking at the texts from the night before. I must have sent something to tell them right? Oh god...what if I forgot my passcode again and couldn’t log in? God I’m an idiot. I clicked on Jay’s name on the texts, he’d obviously sent me the most, being the most responsible and the biggest worry-wart out of the group. ‘Where the hell are you?’ 'Have you left?’ 'Were you kicked out of the club?’ Messages after messages. But then I noticed that I’d replied. Probably the most useless text I could’ve sent him ‘Imp in Londooooon.’ Well done drunk me. After years of practice, Jay can read my predicted drunk texts and I totally sent him ‘I’m in London.’ How was that going to help my friends in any way!? I won’t even say the messages Jay sent after that. He used new swear words that I’m pretty sure he made up on the spot.

I put my head in my hands.

‘That bad?’ I heard a muffly voice say. I opened up my hand slightly to see that Caspar now had the bowl tipped up and was slurping the rest of the milk. ‘Want some? Might make you happy? Come oooon. I didn’t spit in it I promise.’ He then stretch the cereal bowl outwards to show that he was serious.  

I sighed, took the phone from its charger and shuffled back to the bed. ‘I think I just sent the most dumb text to my friends last night to try and stop them from worrying.’ I swapped the cereal bowl for my phone so he could see my stupidity.

I finished of the chocolate milk as I heard Caspar laughing. ‘Oh wow. Those are some new swear words.’

‘I know!’ I said flailing my arms, and the cereal bowl up in the air. ‘He probably thinks I’m in a ditch somewhere, or got arrested for trying to climb a lamp post, or in the hospital for falling on my face..’ I started to panic a bit and Caspar put his arm on my shoulder.

‘Just ring them.’ Who knew Caspar could be sensible?

I pouted out my bottom lip in protest and clicked on Jay’s name anyway, it only rang like once before he picked up.

‘WELL NOW YOU DECIDE TO HAVE YOUR PHONE ON!’

‘It ran out of battery...’ I said sheepishly.

‘Of course it fucking did. I don’t know why I’m surprised.’ He took a deep breath. ‘Okay, are you safe? Where are you? We crashed at one of Megan’s friends house last night because we didn’t want to leave you ‘Imp Londooon’ by yourself.’ He exaggerated how he said my text and then laughed to himself a bit. Thank god he saw the funny side.