A YouTuber's Tale : Discontinued

5

"Where now Joe?" I ask him, walking beside the Sugg with my ice cream in hand.

"Where do you want to visit?" He asks, turning to me as we sit side by side on a wooden bench on the pathway.

I never realised how busy London actually is. So many people running past, trying to get to work and shops and such. Little kids and their parents, teenagers on shopping sprees, and the common person with a Harrods bag struts along like there is no other care in the world.

"I don't really know?" I shrug.

"When is it you go back to Tennessee?" He asks me, looking into my eyes and wiping the ice cream around my mouth away with his thumb.

"Thanks," I laugh, "and on the 18th."

"Oh." He says in a somewhat sad tone. "That doesn't leave us long together."

"I know." I shrug. "But hey, we'll make the most of it." I smile.

"Omg!!" I hear a scuttle of light voices whispering. I look up from Joe's eyes to see a group of girls slowly walking towards us.

"Hi girls!" Joe waves at them as they come closer.

"Hey, you're Joe and Emily!" They squeak.

"Yeah that's us!" I say.

"Can we get a photo with you guys?" A brunette, brown eyed fan asks us eagerly, pulling her phone from her jacket pocket.

"Of course." Joe says as we both stand up from the bench.

"Ready?" I ask as I hold her phone out to take a selfie. "Cheese!"

I snap the photo, all of us making silly faces and poses. Giving the girl back her phone, she wraps me in a tight hug.

"Thanks so much!" She squeals, before her and her friends walk away.

"Awh, I love them." I awe, looking over at Joe who's staring intriguingly at me. His eyes catch me off guard as how close they seem to be to my own.

He smirks for a second, grabbing my hip and pulling me in for a subtle hug.

"What was that for?" I ask, pulling away from his embrace.

"I just thought it was cute how you act with your fans. I'm sorry- I just wanted to." He blushes.

"Well, thanks." I smile widely.

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Caspar P.O.V

I walk back in through the door, hanging my coat up on the coat hanger, and pulling my trainers off of my feet.

I scan the living room, that miraculously is somewhat clean, and see Jade led on the sofa, with the TV blaring the Simpsons theme tune.

"Jade?" I ask her, walking over and standing in front of her.

"Oh hey Casp." She croaks.

"Aren't you supposed to be out with Emily and Joe?"

"I don't feel too well."

It's then I look at her properly. Her messy hair, still looking insanely adorable, and no makeup, but still looking gorgeous. Her pyjamas thrown on, chocolate in hand, cup of water and cartoons under a quilt.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting beside her and throwing the quilt over myself too.

"Stomach ache." She says. "Probably from the jet lag and home sickness." She shrugs.

"Oh." I answer. "Well, can I help at all?"

"I don't think so, but, thanks Casp." She smiles, and I smile back at her.

It's then something clicks, and I don't know what it is. Something special, rare, and one of those things that sparks the butterfly's across my stomach.

I didn't realise I was moving closer to Jade, closer to her face to kiss her until she stared calling my name.

"Caspar!" She whisper/ shouts, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me away from her.

"Oh my gosh." I mutter in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry I-"

"Why?" Is all she asks.

"Huh?"

"Why did you try to... kiss me?" She whispers almost to it's not loud enough for anyone to hear.

"I just got, caught up." I shrug. "Um- sorry."

"It's ok," she laughs cutely, but even though it seems to have blown over, the sense of awkwardness is still very vast.

"Well-" she starts.

"You know what, Jade I'm just gonna ask." I blurt from my mouth. "Do you wanna go out on a date with me sometime?"

The shock on her face catches me off guard a bit, her face turning from an olive complexion to pale.

"Uh- Caspar, I just-" she stops. I can see her brain working, herself asking questions, a sense of panic, confusion and doubt.

"I don't know." She mouths.

"You know what-" I say, in a more angry tone than it was supposed to be said in. "It's clear you don't want to. Forget I said anything."

With that, I stand up quickly, chucking the quilt off of me and pacing towards the stairs.

"Caspar!" I hear her voice faintly exclaim as I run faster down the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me in frustration.

Why did I have to say that! I ruined it!

I pick my keys up off the bed and angrily throw them at the wall, letting out a loud grunt of frustration and anger.

I then collapse onto the bed, all of the anger fading, and the feeling of depression taking over. Lifting my hands from the bedsheets that happen to smell of Jades perfume, I cover my eyes with my arms.

And try my best to ignore the tears falling down my cheeks.