Suprising (thatcherjoe)

Chapter 10

New part guys! its 10 pm on a monday night and insomnia is hitting me again. So why not?

"Kelsey?!?!?" A much higher voice than you remember says. And the voice comes from a boy that is much taller than you remembered. You look up to see a very pale blonde guy with a lot of smile lines for a 20 year old. "CASPAR? WHO IS IT?" You hear a voice that is much more familiar scream from what sounds like behind a couch. You get yourself together before quickly hushing Caspar. Apparently Joe didn't hear the loudest, highest voice from a lanky boy scream the name of a girl he met in America. You don't waste the oppurtunity to keep the secret intact. "Shhhh!!! Caspar, he doesn't know I'm here!!! Play along please!!!" Caspar doesn't hesitate to respond to Joe without taking his eyes off you. "Oh, nobody Joe. It's the delivery man with some package? I didn't know you were ordering anything." He says smoothly. "I didn't. OH NO! Do you think that girl I just hung up with was a fan that knows my address???!!!" His horror at the possibility of some fan leaking his and Caspar's address was almost enough to laugh at. Almost enough. You don't know what to do now. You were not expecting it to go like this! All of a sudden, a pair of hands grabs underneath your armpits and holds you up like a "box". You smile widely, trying to have a silent laugh to yourself. "Well, this is the package, Joe." Caspar says.

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"What the hell?!" Joe says when caspar lays you down on the table like he would a package. "Caspar, you're going overboard here." You say getting up. "I'm sorry I just wanted to make memories!" Caspar screams with an exageratted crying face. He runs out of the room leaving a very awkward situation laid out. You look back to see Joe staring at you with his eyes wide open. "Suprise?" you say. This was supposed to go wayyy more smoother. This is your downfall. You always plan things out, make situations in your head, make up conversations, sketch the layout of the room out. Then you get disappointed when it's not somewhat the same. You put on a bleak smile. "I- I don- I don't even know what question to start with." Joe tells you with a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Well, I'll try to cover the basics. 'What?' Hey! 'How?' A plane. 'When' Couple hours ago, actually. Jetlag sucks by the way. 'Where?' That's self explanatory. 'Why?'School ended, and my friend was supposed to be here but she missed the plane, that bastard."

You chuckle to yourself, somehow thinking Joe would find your little speech logical. But of course he didn't. No one understands you the first time you explain. You grow used to the repeating. Sometimes, you accidently repeat because it just becomes a habit. But your pet peeve- ironically enough- is when people repeat things. It's like subconsciously, you do it so much, anyone else that does it puts you over the edge. Any who, Joe doesn't understand anything you just said. But the problem is, he is still trying to get his wits together so he can't even ask any questions for himself. You don't know what to do. Stand there awkwardly waiting for him to answer or leave and find Caspar. You didn't come just for Joe, so in a way there is no real reason that you have to stand here with Joe. But, now that you think about it, Joe was the only person you thought about when thinking about this trip. You totally forgot about Caspar living with him. You totally forgot about Zoe. Forgot about Alfie. God, you really were only thinking of Joe. And that is not a good state of mind to get in with someone an ocean away.

"Ummm okay. We'll I'm gonna go see if Caspar needs a tissue..." You say as you turn around from the kitchen and head the way Caspar left.