Casper Collins

I haven’t talked to my girlfriend in months, my so called best friends have all disappeared. You really are all I have left. I don’t know what I would do without you. 

Aw Bonnie. Don’t worry, I won’t ever leave you, and I’m sure everyone will come back on their own

I’m sure that’s not true. I mean, I’m glad you like me but I’m sure they haven’t forgotten about you. Maybe they’ve just been busy.

Well that sounds like no fun. I’ve been good thank you. Just living my life really. And missing my bestie of course. 

Aw I missed you too Bonnie. I really hope you meant me when you said bestie, because it would be really embarrassing otherwise.

Yes I missed it all, because you’re so fabulous! How have you been?

I've been good, not much really changes. How about you?

Blake went quiet, searching Cas’ expression. "Well, I was wrong." He muttered, looking up at ceiling and relaxing his arms again.

Cas shot him a confused look, wondering where he was going with this. "So..."

"Why’d I ever let you go?" Blake said with a sigh, before realising what he said and immediately regretting it.

Cas' eyes widened at the words and then he turned to the blankets, toying with the edges. "You said we weren't really working out." He said, keeping his tone light. He wasn't really sure if it was a question meant to be answered but he figured he might as well.

Blake laughed, rolling his eyes affectionately. Then he stopped, smiling genuinely at Cas. "Thanks. For today. I needed this."

His expression softened and he smiled back at the other boy. "Anytime, Blake. You know I'll always be here to help."

"You’re a pain in my ass." Blake said, folding his arms and pouting.

Cas smiled sweetly at him then patted his knee gently. "I know, I know. Just get healed up first and then we can see if I can't catch you."

"I hardly think I’ll undo her work. I was practically on my death bed-" He stopped. "I’d be fine."

Cas bit his lip at the reminder of the extent of Blake's injuries but decided to forget about it as he continued. "I think getting tackled and dragged back to bed while you make a scene counts as undoing her work."

Blake looked at him, curious. "Is that a challenge?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"Could be." He answered. "Although it's probably not a good idea to try, Madam Pomfrey will kill us if you undo all her hard work just to prove me wrong."

Blake grinned proudly. "Well, then you’d just look weird. Dragging some poor, screaming man across the grounds. Someone would intervene."

"Across the grounds?" He asked, a doubtful look on his face. "Who says you'll even make it past the door?" He teased.

Blake grinned wide at his reaction, giving him a wink. "Well, I’d start screaming and cause a scene, then you’d have to stop."

Knowing he was being teased, he looked at the other boy with a wounded expression on his face. "You're such an arse." He pouted, though he kept the tone light to show he didn't mean it. "You can cause a scene but I wouldn't stop, if anything I'd probably try harder to drag you away."

"You could not drag me back!" He argued, lifting his arm to flex but wincing instead. His arms were still pretty sore. "I’m a lot stronger than you. Although… You can be pretty dominant." He said with a smirk, trying not to laugh at the oncoming, inevitably amusing, reaction.

As if on cue, a blush lit up his cheeks and he glanced away. "Shut up." He muttered. "I totally could drag you, with or without dominant skills."

Blake chuckled, lightly poking Cas’ arm in response. "Oh yeah, we have a crazy time." He retorted, then falling silent for a moment. "What if… What if I just left now?"

"I'd drag you back of course." He joked, smiling. "Or I could call Madam Pomfrey and she could do it."

Blake rolled his eyes, but smiled to show he wasn’t really annoyed. "Don’t mock me for complaining. It’s boring here. I’m an active person."

"It's the hospital wing. I'd be more concerned if things were lively around here." Cas said. "Besides, it's not like it's that lonely or boring here. Madam Pomfrey's around. I'm sure between checking up on you and stuffing you with potions, she keeps you company." He teased.

Blake smiled a little at his murmured response, just catching it. He then shook his head. "Other than you, only Matty. He brought me in so he stuck around for a while."

Cas nodded in understanding. "We should have brought gifts for you, made a small affair out of this so you'd stop complaining about being here." He joked.

Blake paused then, taking the words seriously, thought the intent was light hearted. He didn’t look away in the moments he was silent. "Yeah, I do." He said, quieter than before, but adding a laugh, as if what he said wasn’t a big deal underneath.

His smile fell at Blake's pause, and he wondered if he'd gone too far with that one. But then Blake spoke and he smiled again, albeit more hesitantly this time. "Lucky me then." He murmured quietly. "Have you gotten any other visitors?" He asked in a louder tone.