Messages To Joe | J.S

Wednesday November 8th 2016:

Joe's words hit me like a tonne of bricks and perhaps I was just tired or hormonal, but I allowed a tear to leave my eye, not that he noticed because his body was already dripping.

My cheek was pressed against Joe's damp chest and his hair hung over mine. My idea of perfection, all until he pulled himself away.

'Wake the sloth, I'll get dressed,' he grabbed some clothes and his half naked body rushed back into the bathroom and I sighed a long, sunken hearted sigh.

'Lovestruck,' Caspar laughed groggily, giving me a heart attack.

'What the fuck am I meant to do, Caspar?' Is this what I want, is this what he wants?' He shot me a glare followed by the faint rolling of eyes.

'Why do girls make this so annoyingly complicated?' I shot him as equally angry glare and sighed.

'We don't- well, okay we do but boys are equally as frustrating, they send mixed signals, like Joe freaking kissing me then not speaking to me, and you call us annoying?' He cackled as I leant my head back on the pillow. 'Do you think this is what he wants?' He hmmm'd loudly and turned to face me.

'If I'm being honest, Joe doesn't know what he wants to do with anything and I think he's happy to just go with the flow,' I was about to reply with something that could contrast it but then, he carried on, 'but, he did just say he loved you SO...' I unintentionally smiled as Joe came out from the bathroom dressed in a hoodie, maroon t-shirt and classic, black ripped jeans: very Joseph.

'I thought I told you to get dressed?!' Joe dropped the towel in a hamper on one side of a bed and opened the curtains. 'Hey Caspar, do you know what's through that door?'

'You didn't actually tell me to but since you asked so very kindly!'

'It's our living room dumbass, the BBC can afford more than just a hotel room, it's an apartment,' he sounded like those people who sell houses, not that I'd know what job was called as I'd never looked into it. 'But the sofas aren't too clever, they look like elderly people's patterns!'

I left the room and went back to my own in order to get ready.

*

When we got back in the taxi (I called it a taxi, except, Larry was more like a chauffeur for us than some old taxi driver) it stunk of they boys' aftershaves mixed into one sweet scent. Breakfast was amazing: bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomato, sausage, hash browns and about anything else we could ask for.

'So, where are we off to today?' Caspar asked their manager who sat in the front. She had blonde hair and looked slightly older than Joe but not by too much.

'We have another show and then a meet and greet, we're going to have to sign all the covers now then break for lunch and go straight for the show. It's the same as tomorrow so there's no need to rehearse,' her voice was so professional as she looked through her portfolio, bold black glasses stung through her hair and propped up at the top of her head. She was actually very pretty and spoke with a strong Manchester accent.

'Cool.' Larry continued to drive the winded roads to the back of the venue, no one was prepared to have me seen again. I already felt bad piggybacking on a lads holiday but the fact that they were doing things for me and going out of their way made it so much worse.

We first went 'back stage' where piled upon piles of 'Joe and Caspar Hit The Road' DVD covers were lined up in rows. Of course, the film itself hadn't come out so I guess the covers were the next best thing for the thousand odd people coming. 'You can just chill I guess, this is the boring part!' Joe placed his hand on my lower back just for a couple seconds as he moved past me and he pointed at a cushioned chair in the corner.

'I have the greatest idea! You should sign one - just one, Amber - and someone special will get it and, I don't know, they can meet you afterwards! Wouldn't that be cool?!' More of that third wheeling, piggy backing shit I was on about...

'Sure!' I lied, allowing myself to take a Sharpie and - since I wasn't famous like the boys and didn't have a fancy signature - scribbled down my name in bold, underlined with a kiss at the end. But, of course, Amber Kingsley can't stop there because this may be her main chance to sign something so she goes and she writes a full on message:

AMBER X
So, this must mean that you were the one who got my 'signature', I am sorry, I know this isn't what you really signed up for. Anyway, short and sweet, I hope you had an awesome time meeting the boys and I'd love to know who got it so why don't you message me on my social media or something?

And it was swiped out of her hand before she could curse and Joe looked at it strangely, a wicked grin on his face.

'Aww, you're so sweet! They just settle for a signature next time,' he laughed and I was slightly put off by his comment but instead, I hit him round the chest and took the cover back, putting it on top of the growing pile.

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I can see Australia getting very boring - same thing each day - so should I just skip some days (not until the end of the trip but until something interesting happens) because yeah but idk, let me know and thank you for all the support you are all giving this book, I started it on such a limb but thank you again! 💙