Muse (Caspar Lee Fanfic)

Chapter Seven: You Have Your Reasons, I have Mine

Lilly’s POV

            Ten minutes before Caspar’s arrival~

            “Wow! This looks really nice Ate,” I told my sister as I walked into her flat. It was more spacious than I thought it would be. Definitely more spacious than mine was.

            “Thanks. I’m glad you like it, since you’ll be living here now,” she told me locking the door behind her as he came in through it, my suitcases with him.

            “You know, I was actually hoping I could move in here. Be with Eva all the time, but Caspar would not survive on his own,” Joe joked and he and Eva laughed.

            “I hope you’re planning on letting him today that you’re here,” my sister told me.

            “I am. Later maybe,” I told her, sighing and sitting on her couch. Joe and Eva stood silently when the door rang.

            “Who could that be?” Eva asked, walking up her front door and peering through the seeing hole (which she told me she installed so she didn’t have to crack the door open to see who was on the other side).

            “Crap! It’s Caspar!” My sister said, quietly running back into the living room. “What do we do?”

            “Can’t we ignore it? He’ll leave if he thinks no one’s home right?” I started to slightly freak out.

            “My car is parked outside. He knows someone is here,” Joe said, going to lean by the kitchen entrance.

            “Ugh,” I put my head between my hands.

            “Lilly? Can I open the door?” My sister asked me.

            “I don’t really have a choice,” I responded, and she walked to open the door.

            I turned on the Tv to see a rerun of Sherlock on the it. I rested my back on the couch, but keeping my posture straight.

            A few moments later, I heard footsteps coming into the living room.

            “Lilly?” I heard the familiar voice ask.

            I turned around and smiled, before getting up. “Hi Caspar.”

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            I just finished putting the clothes I brought along with me into my dresser and closet. Ate Eva put my bathroom supplies in well, the bathroom. Joe and Caspar just chilled on my bed since there was nothing much to do.

            Joe offered to help, but Eva told him it was okay and that I was her sister and should she help me. Caspar, Joe, and I told her that she should rest her leg, but she insisted that she was okay.

            Ugh, older siblings. I thought to myself.

            “Well, we’re done for now. Let’s go downstairs and eat,” my sister said, limping slightly towards the door.

            “Wait! I have something for you guys,” I stopped them, walking to one of my suitcases. I had a secret compartment, and I unzipped it, pulling out the presents I had for them.

            “Ate for you,” I handed a miniature sculpture of a skull I made. (I know it isn’t my domain, but sometimes I did do 3D art.) “And Sugg,” I handed him a painting of my sister. It was impressionism, but it still very much looked like my sister.