Don't Make Me Reply In All Caps (Boyxboy)

Tumbler

Joe's POV:

The walk home was silent, that strange staring contest had left us both uncomfortable. It didn't seem to bother Caspar though, he was on his phone, occasionally glancing up to watch where he's going.

I'd be on my phone too, but it's dead. Not dead dead but indeed dead.

I paused, that thought in my head didn't make any sense.

"Joe? What are you doing?" Caspar asked.

I realized I had stopped in the middle of the crowded pavement to try to make sense of my last thought.

"Nothing," I lie.

He scoffed and went back to his phone. I shoved my hands in m- Caspar's hoodie pockets. More silence. We continued walking until we reached our flat. He took out his keys, mumbling something.

As a gentleman would do, I figured I'd open the door for the both of us. Wrong move.

As I reached for the doorknob he did too, and hour hands met. His warm hands seemed to instantly warm my freezing ones. Oh wait. I immediately pulled away, as if I were burned.

Caspar just gave me another strange look and shook it off. He held the door open and we went inside. As soon as he closed the door he started talking.

"What's your problem today, you're acting so weird? What was up at the restaurant? Are you pregnant or something, because you're so hormonal."

How do I answer all these questions when quite frankly, I don't know the answer either.

"I'm not pregnant! It was just awkward there," I reply, walking fast to the kitchen.

"Hey! Don't walk away from me!"

He lets out a frustrated sigh and to my luck, follows me to the kitchen. Why am I in the kitchen? Dumb move...

"I'm not walking away you dick!"

"Look, there's no need to get so defensive but you're acting very weird today," he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, can we just not do this and just pretend nothing happened? It was just awkward at the restaurant that's all."

He narrows his eyes and sighs, again.

"Whatever Joe, I'm going to go on Tumbler," he walks up the stairs before coming to an abrupt halt.

Did he just say Tumbler?

Before I can help myself I burst into laughter. Apparently he can't contain himself either, because before you know it we're on the bottom step, sprawled on the floor while clutching our stomachs.

Soon our laughter has died out an he stands up, dusting himself off.

"Well now I'm going to actually go on Tumblr," he says wiping tears from his eyes.

"Okay."

He glances down at me before taking off and running up the stairs like a maniac.

I glance down at my watch, it's not that late yet. I stand up and walk towards the couch, I lay down and burrow myself into Caspar's hoodie slowly drifting into a dreamless sleep.