Caspar walked out of the I.C.T room suddenly feeling more nervous than he was when he walked in. The text from the unknown number ringed through his head, making him feel slightly sick. In the lesson he had attempted to find out the number, so then maybe he could trace it, but the person had already privated the number. He just didn't understand, what did he do wrong? He was a nice person, and the only person he's only ever rude to is Joe.

Why does someone hate him so much?

He walked down the hallway, trying his hardest to ignore everybody's confused stares. He'd already got more attention than he wanted today, and he had only been in school for two hours.

Out of nowhere, he fell down, smacking his face onto the floor. He quickly looked up to see who had tripped him, because it was obvious someone had, but all he saw was someone running. You couldn't see anything at all, they were wearing a hood; and besides, the crowds of people didn't help his situation one bit.

He stood up and rubbed his cheek, and bought back his hand to find blood on it. He felt someone tap his shoulder, so he turned around. To his despair, for a moment, everything went fuzzy.

"You're bleeding. You have a massive cut on your cheek, you might want to go to the nurse or something."

Sure enough, he was. People didn't help, they just stood there staring at him like they just found buckets of gold. Mouths open, nobody speaking, and just staring. He huffed and grabbed his bag, which was now on the floor, and pushed through the crowd.
Only 4 more hours to go.

He entered the nurses office to see Joe still sitting there getting bandaged up. The nurse jumped when she saw Caspar, and jokingly clutched her heart and chuckled. Her smile dropped though, when she saw Caspar's cheek.

"Did you boys both get beat up for you know, being together?" She asked, and shook her head in disappointment.

"No, Caspar slammed a door in my face." Joe replied bluntly, rolling his eyes when he saw Caspar looking at him.

Caspar sighed, "I did get beat up, I guess." He murmured. Joe and the nurses heads both shot up at the same time, and Caspar was surprised to see a worried expression on Joe's face.

"Oh my god. I didn't know people here were homophobic." She shrieked, her face was red with rage. Joe was still staring at Caspar, and Caspar groaned. Why did everybody like to stare at him today? It made him uncomfortable.

"Me either. I've been openly gay for years, everybody knew that, but nobody cared. I guess they hate me for 'dating' Joe Sugg. He is very popular, and I'm just not." He used quotation marks with his hands when he said 'dating'.

"Is this my fault?" Joe squeaked, and Caspar was now confused. Was it really that bad?
"Can I have a mirror please?" Caspar asked, totally ignoring Joe. The nurse shrugged, and gave him one.

But when he looked in the mirror, he realised that it was that bad. He must of fell onto something really sharp in his bag, as there was a huge indent in his cheek surrounded by blood. It must have bruised already, because there was purple around it. The skin was slightly pulled off, but was hanging by a thread. It looked extremely painful, but surprisingly it didn't hurt as much you would've thought.

"I think you might have to go to hospital. It looks like you'll need stitches." The nurse told him making Caspar furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"I'll be fine." He replied, but the nurse tutted as he stood up. "I might-"
But Caspar didn't have time to finish his sentence, as suddenly everything faded and turned black. He heard a gasp, but that was it.
Darkness surrounded him.

Caspar fell down, and Joe quickly ran and let Caspar collapse in his arms. He hated Caspar with all his guts, but he felt sorry for him. This newspaper thing wasn't Caspar's fault apparently, so he's going to stick to Caspar's word. And finally, he had come to the conclusion that they both need to work together.

He was soon bought back into reality when he realised that he had been staring at Caspar's face for the past twenty seconds, and the nurse was screaming at him to put him on the bed. They lifted him up, and placed him on the bed. He still wasn't moving.

"I should call an ambulance, I'm going to call an ambulance." The nurse panicked, with her hand on her head while she paced around the room. "I'll ask the head first, I'm not allowed to do that without his permission." She said in a rush, and rushed out of the room leaving Joe alone with an unconscious Caspar. Joe's nose still hurt, but he could care less right now.

And he didn't know what made him do it, but he instantly linked his hand with Caspar's. It fitted perfectly, like it was made for him. He rubbed Caspar's hand with his thumb in a soothing manner, and smiled. But then he instantly ripped his hand away when he realised what he was doing, and made his smile into a frown. Caspar's hand fell down, and Joe's hand felt empty.

What was going on? Why did he just do that?

The nurse burst into the room, making Joe jump. She rushed to the other side of the room, grabbing stuff and then ran back over to Caspar. She pushed Joe back, and told him to go and sit back down.

"The head said that I have to try and make him conscious again, and if that doesn't work, I can call the ambulance." She explained, and then tried different things on Caspar, like pumping his chest.

Joe watched patiently, biting his lip.

"He's not waking up." She sighed, and pulled her phone out her pocket. "He must of lost a lot of blood or something, or maybe it was the shock. I don't know." The nurse explained, and Joe found himself worrying about Caspar.

Something's definitely wrong.

A few days ago, Caspar could've got hit by a car and Joe wouldn't even of batted an eyelash. But now, Caspar was unconscious and Joe wanted to cry for some reason. And he didn't know what was happening, but he wanted to hold Caspar's hand again.
He wasn't gay. But then again he has knew for a while that he wasn't completely straight either. He kept it to himself that he was bisexual. He had never really dated a boy, however he's kissed a few and he liked it.

When the nurse put down the phone, she came and sat down next to Joe, giving him a small smile.

"I explained your situation, and they said you can come with them. They want to check out your nose as well, they think it might be fractured from what I explained." The nurse told Joe, and he nodded.

"Thank you." He whispered. He meant it.

He didn't know who pushed Caspar, but he hated them. He hated them a lot.

It didn't take long for the ambulance to come, they bursted into the room and surrounded Caspar while a man came and kneeled in front of Joe.

"What's your name? Mine is Mike." The man asked Joe softly, afraid that if he spoke too loud he would scare Joe.

Joe cleared his throat, "Joe. That's Caspar." He said, pointing at himself and Caspar.

"Ah yes, your boyfriend correct?" Mike asked, and Joe shook his head.
Panic rushed through Joe, "No." He quickly told him, shaking his head vigorously.

"I'm not homophobic, you can call him what you want, I don't mind at all." Mike explained softly, a smile appearing on his lips.
Joe shrugged, "He is my boyfriend then."

Joe didn't know why he said that. It just rolled off his tongue, and he liked the taste of it. Mike just smiled a toothy grin.
He shook his head, "Can I go in with him?" Joe asked quietly, and Mike nodded.
"Just because he's your boyfriend." Mike winked, still with the grin on his face, and Joe grinned back.
"Thanks."

Once they had checked over Caspar, Mike helped Joe stand up and follow them.
"Is he going to be ok?" Joe questioned.

"He has lost a lot of blood, and they can't get him to wake up. He won't die, that's the good news." He explained, and Joe nodded.

It was just silence in the ambulance while they attached tubes to Caspar's body, to help to get his blood flow again.
He still didn't wake up.
They rolled him out the ambulance into the hospital.
He still didn't wake up.

It felt like hours to Joe, sitting in the stuffed hospital cafeteria, sipping on cold, disgusting hot chocolate. Curiosity hanged in his throat, it was unbearable not being able to know whether Caspar would be okay or not. It didn't seem so bad at the time, but he lost lots of blood, and he must of fell on something sharp in his bag because they had to stitch some skin back on.

Joe dumped his cup in the bin, and walked over to the shop. He bought some flowers for Caspar, he knew Caspar liked roses somehow. He still hated Caspar though, him buying Caspar flowers was just a kind act.

At least, that's what he told himself.

When he saw Caspar was awake through the window, his face twisted into a grin. But Caspar's friend Troye was in there with Caspar, and for some reason he dropped the flowers and his smile when he saw Troye lean in and kiss Caspar.
And Caspar kissed back.

He opened the door slightly, attempting to not be seen or heard by them, and listened in on their conversation. He wished he hadn't.

"I believe you. I read the article again, and I know that some of the stuff couldn't be true."
Joe felt himself wishing it was, and he didn't know why.

"Is that why you just kissed me?"
Joe felt himself wishing he was the one who kissed him, and he didn't know why.

"Yes, and I also kissed you because I like you. I like you a lot."
Joe felt himself wishing that was him and Caspar, and he didn't know why.

"Will you be my boyfriend Troye?"
Joe felt himself wishing that Troye never said that, and he didn't know why.

"Only if I can kiss you again."
Joe felt himself wishing Caspar was saying that to him, and he didn't know why.

"Then I guess, I have a boyfriend!"
And finally, Joe felt himself shatter, and he knew exactly why.

He walked out the room, slamming the door, and he felt his mood instantly drop.
What was going on? He couldn't have a crush on Caspar could he?
No, he hates Caspar.
Well, that's what he wants to believe, but he knew deep down that he had always had something for Caspar. Caspar has a boyfriend, and hates his guts.

Why do these things always happen to him?
As he walked away from Troye and Caspar still kissing, he felt his heart burn with pain. He stepped on the flowers, making all the petals fall off, and they withered up.

He remembered the time when he and Caspar nearly kissed when they were fighting, Caspar's breath on Joe's lips made his head spin. And after that, they stopped fighting and promised to never speak of it. The nearly kiss. They both agreed, and shook on it.

They never spoke of it again.

And he decided, that the difference between promises and memories is that we break promises, and memories break us.
And God, did he feel broken.

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