right now, jasper is roaming the alleyways in the spiting rain. of course, he has enough fucking compassion to go looking for the person that gets on his nerves the most just because he has a crush.

jasper’s hands are stuffed in the pockets of his zip-up hoodie as his thoughts run rampant through his head.

what am i even doing? we’re in a fight about vic, surely he won’t be nice to me after i gave him the silent treatment. fuck, i shouldn’t have let quinton and george even attempt to explain what happened.

as jasper’s gaze roamed around the current alleyway he was strolling through, and his steps stopped as soon as he spotted you. he blinked a few times before running a hand through his hair, kneeling down in front of your most likely unconscious body.

you were sitting on the ground, your back against a brick wall - passed out. you were drinking before this, which hadn’t been a good idea since that was the first time you had alcohol ever.

jasper’s hands gently grasped the hoodie you wore, shaking you lightly as if that would get you to come back to consciousness.

“come on, man-“ jasper mumbled under his breath as his eyebrows pulled together in that tense way they normally would.