Suprising (thatcherjoe)

Chapter 11

I had no idea. I'm at 885 reads!! HOLY CRAP!! I am actually going to be on a 8 hour road trip (with about 50 kids- school field trip) so I probably will be updating if there is wifi/ I don't use all my data. So hopefully I can get to 1k reads?? Could you help me?? Thanks! I'm starting to get back into this. So love you all ❤️ <3

"Hiya Casparrr..." You drawl out, putting on a thick American accent. "Hi Kelsey!" Caspar screams in his usual way. You watched a couple of Caspar's videos in passing, and you have grown quite used to his loud tone of voice. You have thought about commenting on one of his videos saying, 'you might want to warn people with headphones of the loud octaves erupting from your vocal box.' but that would prove to him you watch his videos. And you don't need a knowing Caspar with you. Who knows what he would do with that kind of information???
Caspar smiles at you with one of his famous South African smiles. He has a way of making you feel comfortable and uncomfortable all at once. Its a gift. But anywhere away from that awkward kitchen is good enough for you. "So! How long are you here?" Caspar asks. He has his head down as he picks up all types of clothing and accessories off the floor and other furniture in his room. You chuckle at the ease at what he's doing. Like he's done it many times before. "Um, we'll my friend actually missed the plane to come here. She won't be here in a little bit. But I think we're spending about 2 weeks here then moving on to the rest if Europe." You actually have no idea if the information you just passed on is correct or not. Jetlag is hitting you pretty hard. You still haven't gotten a hotel or anything. Your bags are sitting outside of Joe and Caspars flat right now. Your starving since airplanes haven't forgives out that no one actually likes boxed dinners. The only thing that is keeping you going is two things. 1.) you are meeting two famous boys that you just happened to be picked out of a huge convention by and 2.) these two boys are known specifically for their love of pizza. So it comes to no suprise when you hear a voice say "Hey guys! Do you want to go out for pizza?" "KELSEY!" Caspar screams, dropping the handful of clothing he just spent a good 2 minutes picking up. "What?!" You scream (not as loudly) back. "WERE GONNA GO GET PIZZA!" He grabs you by the hand and pulls you out of his room. Joe is standing in the doorway. Your bags have been pulled inside, must have been be Joe, and is smirking as he watches you getting pulled. He obviously got himself together. "Ready?" He asks. You smile, already feeling the tension melting away. "YESSS!!" Caspar answers for you.

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"Large pizza. Large pepperoni. And large- what do you want Kels?" Joe asks at the order counter. "Uh, I think that's enough Joe." You say. The young girl at the counter gives you a knowing smile. Little does she know that it's only you three eating, and not more at home waiting. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Positive." You say. He turns back to the girl and smiles. "I guess that's it then." The girls gives the total and you fish the moment out of your wristlets. Joe hands her his money right before your hand is there. He smiles another smile, which makes you madder. "Joe!" You say. "What?" He asks, continuing to smile. "I had it!" You say in an exasperated tone. "We'll, obviously I had it before you." He takes the receipt and walks back to the booth Caspar picked out. "Joe, really?" He doesn't know that you don't like when people fight with you about money. But last time they paid for your dinner, saying it was "their treat". You were not allowing them to do this. Plus, everything in UK is almost twice the US dollar! "Joe takes this." You hold out the pounds. "No." He says with a light smile. "Joe. Please. Take it." "No keep the money." He says. "Caspar take this and give it to Joe." You say, switching your attention to Caspar. He is on his phone, most likely tweeting about the future pizza in the works. "Don't cas." Joe says flatly. "I'm staying out of this." Caspar says, not looking up from the screen. You sigh. "Joe. Please." You hold the moment in front of you, it's rolled up and held together with your middle and index finger. "N to the O" he says quite sassily. "Ugh fine!" You put the money in your pocket. You'll just slip it in the apartment somewhere before you go. "Order 172!" A cheery voice says from the kitchen of the restaurant. "Joe!!! That's us!" Caspar says, his head looking in the direction of the voice, like a dog when it smells food. "Okay caspar. I'm getting it." Joe moves over to the other side of the restaurant. You watch as atleast 3 girls heads move to watch him too.