Summary: Joe is really stressed, they get into a fight and Caspar storms out. But when he returns he gets the surprise of his life time...
WARNINGS: NONE.

"You never clean up, it's always your fault!" Joe shouted at Caspar, gesturing to the dirty dishes in the sink.

"I do them all the time, why can't you just do them now? I'm editing a video." Caspar calmly said back. They didn't get into many fights, but when they did, they were always quite serious. Joe huffed and he backed away from the sink, and sat down on the sofa.

"I'm not doing them. So there." Joe shrugged, and Caspar turned around to face Joe. For days now Joe had been spiteful, constantly shouting at Caspar and making Caspar clean up after him.

And Caspar was sick of it.

"Oh my god, it's your mess you clean it up. What is your problem lately? Huh? Your acting like a asshole nearly one hundred percent of the time, and I'm tired of it. What have I done wrong? Nothing. So don't take it out on me and make me feel bad." Caspar shouted, standing up from the chair. Joe scowled at Caspar, and clenched his jaw.

"I'm acting like an asshole? Who's the one who's shouting at me?" Joe shouted, standing up too. Caspar was tempted to snap a sassy comment about how Joe was shouting too, but he decided against it. "Your the asshole, I don't even know why I bother with you. I don't even care about you." Joe said bitterly, and Caspar stormed downstairs.

They slept in different beds that night.

When Joe woke up, he felt colder than he usually would. It took him a minute until he realised Caspar wasn't here in bed with him, and that's probably why he felt cold, because when he woke up Caspar was normally hugging Joe which made Joe feel warm. Warm inside and out.
But Caspar wasn't here, and Joe didn't regret the words he said last night.

He decided to sleep for a little longer, and he also decided to cuddle up to the blankets even more. He didn't want to be cold when he woke up again, because it would remind him of Caspar. And he wouldn't admit it, but he hugged the blankets in his sleep, like he usually hugged Caspar. And he wouldn't admit it, but he really missed not having someone next to him to kiss his head when he woke up, or to cuddle in the night.
He wouldn't admit it, but he really wanted Caspar.

Caspar was wide awake. He couldn't go back to sleep. So instead, he decided to get up and go outside for once. Once he got dressed and went upstairs, he stared at the dirty dishes from the other side of the room. He signed, and walked over to them and washed them.

Though, the bitter words that had come out of his lovers mouth still made his heart feel sour, he pushed it to the back of his brain and tried to imagine the happy smile on Joe's face when he would've saw the dishes all done. And he would admit that he missed Joe last night, because he would've done anything to go in Joe's room and apologise and kiss his plump lips.

But he never did, Joe needed space for a while, and he understood that.

Caspar sat on the sofa patiently with a smile when he heard little feet going up the stairs, he was ready to tackle him with hugs. But what he wasn't expecting, was for Joe to completely lash out. Cause' when Joe saw Caspar, he lost it. And Caspar lost his smile.

"What are you smiling at? Don't you get that I don't want to see you right now? I'm busy, and your obviously to busy to do the dishes. Your a disgrace, honestly. Like I said last night, I don't know why I put up with you. I couldn't care less."

Joe didn't mean a word, yet it rolled off his tongue smoothly. He was so stressed and tired, he didn't mean to do it.

"Joe, look I've-" Caspar tried to tell Joe, but Joe wasn't listening.
"You've what? Been an idiot? Yes I know. Stay out my way." Joe replied bluntly, ignoring Caspar's disappointed face.

Caspar had enough. He slipped on his shoes, and walked out the apartment. He loved Joe to pieces, and if he wanted him to stay out his way, then he would for the day.

Where he would go, he had no idea. He didn't have his coat, money, or phone. He had just left the apartment. He decided to go adventuring in all the shops for a while. He didn't have any money, so he couldn't buy anything. He didn't have his phone, so he couldn't contact anybody.

It didn't matter, when Joe cooled off everything will be okay. He walked down the stairs, and into town as they didn't live that far away. A day to himself sounds nice, even though without any coat he would be freezing. He did live in London after all, he should've grabbed a coat.

Oh well, at least Joe would be happy. Maybe then he would stop being so bitter.

Joe sat on the sofa, putting his face in his hands. He didn't mean to snap, he just lost it and had a go at Caspar. And he had driven him away. Joe decided to try and fix of what was left, and walked over to the sink to do the dishes. They were his dishes after all. But when he saw that the dishes were already washed, and put away, Joe felt his heart sink.

That was probably what Caspar wanted to tell him before Joe had interrupted him this morning, and Joe felt instantly bad. It felt like knives had been stabbed through his heart, and tears gathered up in his eyes.

He walked over to his phone, and cliked on Caspar's contact. The phone ringed for a few moments, until suddenly a phone ringtone blasted out from downstairs.
Caspar had left his phone.
Joe didn't know when Caspar would be back, he didn't know where he had gone, but he hoped he would be back soon. He was sorry, and he was going to show Caspar that.

Caspar walked around town aimlessly for hours, constantly wishing that he was holding Joe's hand. The amount of times he had seen something in a shop, and turned around to show Joe, only to realise that he wasn't there, was endless.

He wanted to go home, but he wasn't sure if Joe wanted him back. He was scared that Joe would shout at him again for something that wasn't even his fault. He decided to wait another hour, and walked over to the coffee shop. As he looked through the window, he saw couples walking around. All he wanted to know is what was wrong with Joe. He guessed that Joe was just stressed, but why did he have to take it out on Caspar?

Why did he have to be so bitter?

Caspar sat in the coffee shop for an hour, watching the world go by. He had finished his hot-chocolate in the first ten minutes so he began to grow very bored. He had found some loose change in his pocket, meaning he could buy the hot chocolate.
That's it. He's going home.

What Caspar expected when he opened the door was an angry Joe, shouting at him. What he defiantly didn't expect was for rose petals to be spread across the floor, and a smiling Joe with a big red rose in his hand. Caspar closed the door, a grin spreading onto his face.

"I'm so sorry that I've been a dick, I've been really stressed and stuff. But I have the perfect way to make it up to you, I had something planned to do this, but I think this is better." Joe confessed, walking up to Caspar. Joe took Caspar's hands in his and pecked Caspar's cheeks.

What Caspar never expected, was for Joe to hand Caspar the rose, and to get down on one knee. Joe bought a ring out of his pocket, and Caspar covered his mouth with his hand.

"Caspar Lee, I've been a pretty shit boyfriend. So can I stop being a shit boyfriend and start being an awesome husband instead? Caspar, will you marry me baby?" Joe asked, tears gathering in his eyes.

Caspar nodded his head virously, tears streaming down his face.
"Yes!" He cried, Joe laughed. Joe stood up and Caspar connected his lips with Joe's, Joe put his arms around Caspar neck and Caspar put his arms around Joe's waist.
"I love you." Joe whispered, once they pulled away.
"I love you too." Caspar whispered back.

Sure, sometimes they were both bitter. But the sweetness in their hearts made up for it.
They were madly in love, and they both knew it.

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