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A bookshelf. Their names engraved together in that beautiful, fancy font. The way Charlie’s eyes flashed when he had brought it in. The bookshelf. Their last names, together. If some people didn’t know better, they might think that Jasper’s last name was von Hevringprinz. Jasper von Hevringprinz just sounded so much better than- RINGGGGGGGGGG
The school bell snatched Jasper out of his own head, bringing him back to reality. Gathering all of his books into his satchel, he glanced at the man he had just been daydreaming about. Charlie. The brown haired boy had gone from constantly being in the same environment as Jasper to constantly being in his mind.
“Are you coming von Hevringprinz?” Jasper threw the question, hoping it would be caught, and maybe even responded to.
“No, I have training with Xavier today. You go to STRIP, I’ll see you in the room.”
A response! But not a companion. Jasper would take his wins though, and said a quick goodbye before dashing to the library. He didn’t know why he was dashing, it wasn’t as if he wanted to run away from Charlie. Jasper just, he just, he needed a bit of space! To think over everything.
Pulling on the book to reveal the entrance, Jasper found himself wondering how Charlie ended up finding the secret room in the first place. Did he ask someone about contacting the sister academy? Did he have someone there he wanted to send a letter to? Jasper didn’t know why, but the thought made a part of him burn inside, like his organs were being set on fire.
Pish posh though, it was no use thinking about others’ letters. His job was to write them, and he was ready for the task. The way Jasper scheduled his writing service was Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays he would take requests, the rest of the week was spent writing said letters, even though he usually got most of them done on the nights they were requested. The Winter Mixer always meant Jasper’s schedules got packed though, so he usually ended up needing the extra days.
Today, being a Thursday, was spent at Jasper’s desk with his books, his pen, and blank pieces of parchment spread out in front of him. Uncapping his pen, he put it to the paper and began to go to where his mind usually went while writing love letters.
Her.
Her long, dark brown curls. Her clear skin. Her beautiful eyes that resembled Charlie’s so closely it was unnerving. Her soft hands, gripping Jasper’s face when she kissed him by the lake.
Filled with newfound determination, Jasper readied to start his letter, but nothing came. The usual plentiful well that was his love had dried. He tried extremely hard, trying to write anything, even if it was just a single word, but nothing would come out.
Jasper found himself thinking back to Charlie and his poem. ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, you make me want to say yahoo’ was truly one of the funniest things he’d heard in a while, even though he would never admit that to Charlie.
Charlie.
Charlie was amazing, a force to be reckoned with. The way he was always the perfect combination of sass and sweetness, making every conversation a thrill. The way he would grumble every time Jasper reacted to his books while reading at night was a sound that Jasper found adorable, prompting him to react even more. The way Charlie quietly hummed while focusing, even though he seemed completely unaware of himself. The way that Charlie simply filled up a room by walking into it, drawing Jasper’s attention and making him want to do anything for Charlie’s smile.
Charlie. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
Jasper looked down at his paper to find a poem that was perfectly complete. Although it definitely wasn't one of his best works, it was still there. And that was good enough! Looking down, Jasper began to read what he had written. He whispered softly to himself as he read in order to get a sense of the flow.
You are the perfect blend
Of sweet and spice
The only way I continue
Is from the taste of when our lips collide
To every word you speak
I wish to laugh
Not because I think you’re stupid
But because you are my missing half
And though apart
I think of you each night
Longing for the next time we meet
Cause in this dark world, you are my light
So it would be my honor
If underneath the moon
Could I go to the Winter Mix Up with
You
Jasper finally completed the first poem. Though, why had it been completed when thinking about Charlie?
Oh.
Oh.
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Charlie was a boy, he was Jasper’s roommate, he was her brother! But if Jasper thought about it, lately, most of his thoughts had occupied Charlie. Whether it was how to make Charlie happy, how to get Charlie to like him more, everything was Charlie.
Jasper was falling. That was bad. But what if it didn’t have to be? What if it was finally time to let her go, to admit defeat?
This was ridiculous. Jasper was going for a walk. A long, long walk.