Non-Platonic (A Jaspar Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Joe ran his fingers through his hair and sat up. It was the next day and Joe was all excited to start working again. He had thought for a lot of time yesterday and had decided to start fresh and try to forget what has happened in the past.

He stood up and stretched like how he normally would. While stretching he felt his legs getting weak and that was when Joe knew he had not fully recovered. Nevertheless Joe shrugged the thought and walked towards the door and twisted the knob. As soon as he did that, the door swing open in Joes direction which caught Joe completely offgaurd and in came Caspar's dad, with a suitcase in one hand and documents in other and his head confused as to what just happened.

"Oh I'm so sorry Joe, I didn't mean to" the door had banged Joes nose and Joe held his nose to check if there was any nosebleeds. Luckily there were none. "It's okay sir" Joe mumbled as he proceeded to go out of the room while George shifted sideways for Joe to get some space. George spoke up "I just came to....." But he was cut off by a sighing Joe. Joe decided it would be best to finish the sentence by itself "to check if I was in my own bedroom" his voice trailing by the end of the sentence. He frowned a bit at the thought of it and crossed his arms, not wanting to talk anymore. The starting of his day is already going so bad.

George raised his hands up in defence and hurriedly rambled "Oh no no no ! I just came to say that I am going to America for a ten days. I thought it would be good to inform you." George said with a smile on his face.

The frown on Joes face turned into a huge smile and Joe grinned "I hope you have a safe flight sir." He chirped even though it was early morning which caused George to laugh at his silliness. "Oh I was thinking of you would like to come with me too, I would work mostly but you would get a chance to roam around and discover new places. I wonder how you can stay in a house for such a long time" George said with a sudden serious emotion on his face.

Joe thought about this. He has been to America a lot of times. So many of his friends were living there. It seemed like a great opportunity to just enjoy and have a break. But then he was reminded of something, something very special and it was more important than this trip. As soon as he made his decision he said "I'm sorry sir, but I can't come." He said with puppy eyes. George's face looked disappointed and furious but then it changed back to a happy smiling one. "Why so ?" Joe lied immediately "my legs are still hurting." He said indicating his knees. "I'm so sorry sir".

"Don't call me sir, Joe and its okay if you don't come. Maybe I'll arrange something good for you next time" George spoke sweetly.

Joe stuck his tongue out and corrected and repeated himself "I'm so sorry 'Dad'." He exaggerated the word 'dad' because he thought that it would seem forced to George. Joe didn't like saying the word to a person who is not his father, nobody can beat his daddy Sugg in his eyes. A smile crept onto George's face, he opened his arms and pouted "Well then, Can this 'dad' get a little goodbye bear hug from mister Joseph"

Joe chuckled and ran excitedly towards George, and hugged him so tight that the two were almost about to trip over. Since George was as tall as Caspar Joe had to stand on his tip-toes for better access of hug. The younger and smaller lad could only get upto Georges shoulders and since the hug was short Joe didn't have to think about his aching legs for much time. However the hug reminded Joe how important George was to Joe, maybe even much more important than Caspar.

George started walking towards the stairway while looking behind and waving Joe goodbye. Joe reciprocated the action and once George was out of sight he yawned and proceeded towards the storeroom to collect his uniform once again. But as Joe took one step, he noticed someone was staring at him.