Suprising (thatcherjoe)

Chapter 13

You ask Caspar to help you with your bags. "Of course!" He says and immediately gets up from his game with FIFA. "Are you leaving now?" Joe asks in an exaggerated disappointed voice. "Yuss." You say in an even more disappointed one. "But you just got here." He says, moping. "Actually, I got here several hours ago. I need to go find me a hotel." "You don't have a hotel?" Caspar pokes his head out of the mud room like a child. "No. I was expecting my friend to be here with the arrangements set." You say. "What kind of person doesn't ask the arrangements to start off with?" Joe asks just as Caspar says, "YOU CAN STAY WITH US!" "Absolutely!" Joe says with a huge grin on his face. You quickly say "NOT." After Joes outburst. "No. I refuse." You say with a steeled look on your face. "But whyyyy????" Caspar drawls. "Becaussseeeee," you mock. "I have bothered you enough. Finding a hotel will be simple." "What about with Zoe?" Joe asks. "No. I'm not going to be bothering Zoe either."
You say. You have just met these people and they are already hounding you to stay. This has never happened before. It's always pushing you away.
Joe has his phone out and ringing. "Joe put it away." You say, already seeing 'ZOE' for caller ID on his smartphone. "What are you going to do about it?" He asks. You sigh outwardly. Then you grab the phone out of his grip and press 'END'. "What the hell?" He asked not unkindly. He actually seemed amused. Caspar was smiling in the corner.
"I told you I was fine." You tell him, fighting not to smile. "And I told you I was calling Zoe." He said in a fighting tone. "I'm leaving!" You say, turning on your heel. "Not until I call Zoe!" He says as you open the door. "I'll be gone by then!" You say and the door shuts behind you.

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Your phone rings. You pull it out of your back pocket. Who is it? Exactly who you suspected. Zoella. You sigh and answer. "Zoe, I don't need your charity." You say. These people's insistence to help started off great but by the end of the day, it was grating on your nerves. "I'm not trying to give you charity. I just wanted a sleepover." You can hear the "almost-hurt" sound in her voice. You instantly regret what you said. "I'm sorry Zoe. It's been a long day." "I would imagine! So stay with me. I've wanted a girls night for some time now. Plus you are going to be riding along town for a hotel to stay in when I have a free, great flat with a room and movies. So what do ya say?" She asks. You smile despite yourself. "I say 'what's your address'?"

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"Harry Potter, 21 Jump Street, Scary Movie, or Divergent?" Zoe reads off the names of the DVDs. You decided to have a go at the DVD player and not Netflix on your laptop. "Hmm toughie. The movie set in the country you just came to or Theo James? How does one pick?" "One picks both and has twice the junk food." Zoe says with a sly smile. "One has to agree with her intelligent friend." "Friend??" Zoe says with eyebrows raised. "Well when one is staying at one's house, does that make them not atleast friends?" You say. "It makes them very good friends." Zoe says. She puts in Divergent first, grabs the popcorn, and you grab the duvet. You sit at the couch and get comfortable. First night in England couldn't start and end better.

Sorry it's pretty short (not saying mine are long AT ALL). But how does one keep a couple of hours long AND interesting? One can not.