A/n: GUyS 1) IlYSFM BC Y'ALL ARE THE KINDEST 2) I'M WRITING A TROYE SIVAN FAN FIC AND I WANT TO KNOW IF ANYONE WOULD READ IT?!
I opened up my 'contacts' then pressed the call button-. A tired voice started to speak.
"hi.."
"Hi, uh Caspar why do you sound tired? I'm like an hour ahead of you or something..."
"It's....1AM..don't you sleep?"
"Umm nah... I uh..I can't" I mumbled, not wanting to go into details.
"Are you okay? If not I'm getting the first flight over-"
"-NO! Caspar I'll come back to see you soon, I promise..." I whispered into the phone because it was 2AM in South Africa, Aka where I was.
"...uhhh okay?" He sounded confused and curious but it was probably just because I woke him up early. "So why did you call?"
"Oh, I just thought it's been a while since we spoke so-"
"-NO- I'M tALKING TO HAZEL - NO COME HERE YOURSELF...you lazy git..."
"Um Caspar?" I heard some shuffling from Caspar's end on the microphone before the familiar British accent appeared.
"Hey Hazel!" Joe shouted through the phone. I smiled before replying.
"Well hello Mr. Sugg"
" Well HEY THERE!" He said, putting on a weird Texas/ American accent. I laughed loudly earning a loud BANG on the wall from my parents.
"Oops"
"What the bloody hell was that?!"
"Oh my parents... listen I've got to go guys!"
"Oh, okay, I'll skype you tomorrow..yeah?" Caspar asked. "Hey I better be joining" Joe said after Caspar. "I thought you were hanging with Brit because it's her last day here in England?" Capsar asked...Oh yeah, forgot about Joe's girlfriend. "Oh yeah...sorry Hazel"
"no it's fine, bye" I said before quickly hanging up. I placed my phone on charged before stuffing my face into my pillow and falling into a deep sleep...
A/n: Yes this is crap okay? cool bye
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Caspar's Cousin (Joe Sugg Fanfiction)
FanfictionGrowing up with Caspar as your close living cousin is...amazing. He looks after you. He comforts you. He is there when no one else is. One thing that's the problem, He treats you like a kid... Hazel lived close to Caspar all her...
