"Nice to know you remembered us," Joe muttered under his breath from the couch as Caspar let me in. I rolled my eyes and patted down my hair in the reflection in the clock. Caspar picked up a pizza box from the kitchen counter before Joe marched over and snatched the box from him and muttered something.
"He's just drunk and moody, I wouldn't worry too much about it. So how was Jack's?" Caspar smirked. Sitting back down on the couch, you sighed and flopped your head back.
"It was good, we slept and watched Netflix and kissed a bit-"
"OHHHHH Y/N!" Caspar shouted while smiling, "not like a peck, like an actual kiss?!" Nodding and blushing, the door slammed. Yep, Joe's home. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Joe, I don't think you need another one," you stood up to take it away from him but as he opened the bottle, his eyes snapped to yours.
"I don't think you need to go over Jack's for the night, but what do you do?" Joe snapped back. Taken back from his words, he walked around you and down the stairs. Oops?
"I didn't think he had a problem with that.." You mumbled. Caspar stood up and shook his head.
"Can't you see it? He likes you! Why else would he invite you in the first place?" You looked down, embarrassed and not knowing what to say, Caspar walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. "It was a date right? You and Jack?" Nodding once again, you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"I just... I really like Jack. But it would be weird if I went your with Joe. I feel like I've known him my whole life!" Caspar sighed and ruffled up your hair.
"tell him that then. Nicely, of course. Don't just go in there and Y/N it all up." He laughed at his own joke.
Agreeing with the Pineapple, you ruffled his hair and walked down the stairs. "Night pineapple. I expect breakfast in bed." Hearing him chuckle from the kitchen, you drop your bag into the spare room, change into shorts and a tank top and walk into Joe's room. He was on his laptop, probably editing a video.
"When are we gonna do a video?" You asked as you plopped yourself on his desk chair. He looked up at you, then back down to his laptop. The clock said 10:48pm and you somehow felt tired. "Okay I'm tired. Scoot over." That caught his attention, because he looked up at you as you walked over to his bed and got under the sheets.
"Didn't you sleep with Jack?" He asked bitterly. Being in Joe Sugg's bed would be the dream of most teenaged girls, but funnily enough, it wasn't so enticing. Squinting up at him, you felt your eyelids become heavy. "So what, your going to sleep here tonight?" Mumbling back a response, Joe looked at you before turning off his lamp and laptop. There was no light or sound in th room, apart from your heavy breathing.
"Night Edgar Alan Joe," you mumbled sleepily. You heard Joe chuckle from the other side of the bed.
"Night Y/N."
