Cover My Eyes (A Jaspar Fanfic)

Part 9

**Two Weeks Later**

Caspar is unbelievable. He just abandoned me, all over what? A crush? He hasn't talked to me since the night he left, which was for the best. I couldn't forgive him for hurting me and my sister, ruining my date, and kicking me out of my own home. Without him I couldn't afford the rent at the flat so I've been staying with Zoe. I felt bad for intruding but I just didn't have any options.

A sigh pushed past my lips, it's been a long two weeks. Marcus rolled over and started to massage my back.

"You okay Joe?"

Marcus was a godsend. He's been the silver lining in this shit storm. After my argument with Caspar he was patient with me, he even offered to let me stay with him. I turned him down but in the end I've been spending more and more time with him. Maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea.

"Yeah. It's just been weighing on me that I have to depend on Zoe so much right now. I didn't realize how much I needed Caspar until he left. I'm pathetic."

Marcus frowned at me, cupping my face in his hands. His hands were soft and comforting. It was so weird, he seemed to like me for no reason at all. I have pulled a lot of girls in my life but it always ended with heartbreak. That is, if I even took the time to learn their name. That was until Caspar... and not again til Marcus. Marcus wasn't like that either. He was husband material. I liked him. He was responsible, caring, handsome, and amazing in bed. With him I felt content but...

I missed Caspar.

It hurt me to say it, but I did. He has been a huge part of my life for so long now, we grew together on youtube, we travelled, we cried, and he gave it all up. He gave up on me over a crush and I was the one who got hurt. This is why I never try to open up.

"Want breakfast?"

I nodded, throwing the blankets off.

"No it's okay, don't get up. I'll bring breakfast to you, you look like shit. Get some rest, love."

"You're too good to me Marcus."

The words came out of my mouth without thinking about it. It's been a fear of mine since the first night I woke up next to him. I don't know if he just didn't see that, or if he chose to ignore it, but I sure that's why he was going to end up leaving me.

I laid back down, deciding on taking Marcus up on his advice. I barely closed my eyes before my phone went off. I checked the ID and pressed ignore. Not even a whole second later I regretted my decision. What could he possibly want. My phone rang again.

My hand hovered over the answer button, should I? It's Caspar. My Caspar. And like it or not he was my best friend. I answered it.

"Caspar..."

Silence.

"Hello?"

I was about to hang up when I heard a tiny sniffle.

"Joe, can you pick me up?"

"Pick you up? Why? Where are you? What's wrong," my heart was beating out of my chest. What if he's hurt? Or lost? I was halfway dressed and searching for my keys before he responded again.

"I'm at the flat. Our flat. The one we share... well, shared. Nothing's wrong technically. I just miss you and I'm so sorry. You were right we can work through this. We can be better than ever." His voice sounded desperate.

I began to slow down. He's joking. He hasn't answered his texts or called in two weeks but now he misses me?

"What are you on about?"

"You have to give me a chance. Please. I know you think you like Marcus but you don't! He doesn't know you like I do and he never will. Just come on Joe."

He was definitely joking.

"You don't know anything. And you know what else? Fuck you for leaving me like this for two whole weeks. For leaving Zoe AND Oli. That's unforgi-"

I got cut off by a scream and a car horn. There was a crunch of metal then silence. The silence kept stretching on.

"Caspar?" I asked hopefully. No answer.

I was on my way. Wait for me Caspar.

Caspar's POV

I knew it was a dick move to call Joe but I couldn't help it. I knew he wouldn't come but I asked anyway. What I didn't know was there was a drunk driver in London and I didn't know he was on our street. There was a crunch of metal. If only I wouldn't have turned down Joe. Joe, I'm sorry.