Best Friends | Jaspar

1- The Walking Dead

Joe's POV
"Caspar?! Casparrrrr?"
I walked around the house to check if anyone was here, by anyone I mean Caspar, he always hides, most likely in his wardrobe to scare the hell out of me. He's still trying to get me back from the hundreds of hilarious pranks I've pulled on him, but he never succeeds.
"CASPAR?!"
Walking into my room, I sit on my bed and get my laptop out. A small giggle uttered through the silence. Caspar. I look around my room, the untidiness doesn't help me out in this situation. But there.. Just through my toilet door I can see a gigantic foot peeking out of the doorway, yep, that's Caspar. Let's play along.
"God I need to have a shower!" I said. Another giggle.
I slowly walked through the door and surely..
"BOO!" He yelled and erupted into fits of laughter, holding his stomach with one hand and a camera in the other. I stared at him in awe, bless him, he thinks I didn't know.
"Wow, you got me Casp!"

Caspar's POV

"I know I did! In your face! Good luck getting me back! haha!"

I chuckled and wandered upstairs to find some food.

"It's not gonna be that hard!" I heard Joe shout up the stairs, "I can get you back sooooo easily!"

"Oh yea?" I yelled back.

I listened out for a response as my eyes darted towards a pizza box in the fridge, three slices, nice. I was still waiting for a chuffed response from Joe but I heard nothing. By then I had devoured two and a half slices of pizza, but Joe.. I stuffed the rest of my pizza into my mouth and slowly crept downstairs to find him.

"Joe?" Now the roles have been reversed.

"Joeeeee? I know you're here somewhere!"

I walked into his room and through to his bathroom, where I left him a while ago. No sign of anyone. I searched his room, what a mess, he should really stop with all these random clothes all over the floor, yet mine isn't any better. I couldn't find him anywhere in his room or bathroom so I walked nonchalantly through the hallway.

"uughhh" I heard a groan as I walked closer to my bedroom.

"Joe?!" I said, louder than last time.

"Cas..." I heard a weak, muffled voice coming from my room.

I came to a halt when I saw Joe, bleeding from the top of his skull, his hand holding the cut, or whatever it was that was making him bleed so much.

I rushed over to him immediately, "Joe oh my god what the hell did you do?!" I whisper-yelled, just so I didn't give him a headache.

"Fell.. Corner.. Bed.." he uttered quietly.

I looked at the corner of my bed and surely, there was a small puddle of blood dripping onto the floor.

"okay let's get you cleaned up, yea?" I said and he nodded, "why don't you try and stand up?"

Joe nodded his head again and I grabbed hold of his other hand, the one that wasn't covering the cut, and put my other arm around his back for support. He slowly edged from my bed to an unsure standing position, from where I led him up the stairs, not leaving his side.

"My head hurts" Joe moaned.

"Thankyou for that statement Joe bro" I said sarcastically and he chuckled.

When we got him upstairs I sat him on the sofa and told him to sit back and relax a little bit and he did so. I rushed to the cupboard to find the first aid box and some tissue.

"This might hurt, but it'll do the job, okay?" I said, worried.

"okay.." Joe whispered weakly.

I wiped the source of the bleeding with a lot of tissue, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. When the cut was revealed from under the blood I got out an anti-septic wipe and gently dabbed it to get all of the remaining blood off of it.

Once I was finished there was only little bits of dry blood in his hair, but I told him to have a shower tomorrow so the cut will close up a little bit first and it won't hurt as much. He nodded intently and sunk into the sofa.

"okay, you need a movie night, budge over!" I said.

He laughed and slid over as I rushed to turn all of the lights off, grab a blanket and a pizza. I sat down next to him and fumbled with the blanket until it was just right, over both of us, considering we only had one blanket and it was freezing. I found the remote and turned netflix on.

"Can we watch the new episode of the walking dead?" Joe asked, looking up at me with the cutest face known to man.

"Of course buddy!" He smiled and turned back to face the tv, excited to watch his favourite show. I selected the first episode of season 7 and put the remote down.

After a few seconds Joe rested his head on my shoulder, still looking at the screen with wide eyes at what's going to happen next.

I don't like the walking dead that much, but anything for him.