The stories continue//COTC scenarios

Runaway boy (Junk Lord X Roger/Missing cat) Part 1

Roger will go by She/Her and He/Him pronouns in this fic. Also Junk Lord and Roger's ship name is Missing cat. Red Poncho Roger Au teehee

Junk Lord sat safely in the junk pile, no one to bother, no one to mess with his cats. Better yet, no one even stepped foot in here, he smiled to himself in pleasure and rested his head down.

Until he heard some rustling in the bushes near the junk pile, Junk Lord viewed this as a threat near and rises his upper body upwards grabbing onto one of the cats for protection.

The rustling didn't stop and Junk Lord got closer and closer the more the rustling became obvious the more the cat was ready to attack. Until the figure revealed herself with the red hood down and sickly pale skin looking blue in the moonlight. Junk Lord's aggressive expression faded and he put the cat down, blinking at Roger. "Tom! Hi hi hiya!"Roger happily went forward towards Junk Lord to wrap his arms around him in a hug.

Junk Lord's face lit up, almost forgetting he told Roger it was fine to call him by his real name. He had done this 10 times already so why did Tom feel a thumping in his heart whenever it happened?

Junk Lord smiled, "Roger, your parents got you a poncho? Alright! There's been a lot of June gloom so at least you got something to keep you dry...". Roger looked off to the side dull in the face, seeming uncomfortable at the 'statement'. At first Junk Lord didn't pick up on her discomfort, but once Roger put his hood back on he figured something was up yet stayed quiet. "I gotta go now...Nighty night"Roger said making his way away from the Junk Pile and to the bridge.

Tom watched Roger walk away, he assumed Roger was off to just be home. Huh, lucky him.

There was something that confused Junk Lord, Roger would mention his mom and dad every now and then when their friendship was raw and ripe. Roger would say how his mother barely cleaned her glasses and her perfectionist  nature not letting a single grey hair go uncovered with blonde hair dye and how his dad would buy his mother the shiniest of pearls and dresses made out of silk. Hearing that would sometimes make Junk Lord jealous, something about how his dad just being there, loving his mother and how Roger would mention the places her dad took him when he was little, really little.

Something about that would make Junk Lord envious, almost mad.

He was looking at the kid who had what he could never have, no matter how many boyfriends his mom brought home to their apartments and eventual houses, he didn't know if she actually liked them or just wanted to fill the void of a father in Junk Lord's life. But none of the men were men he would consider someone he could look up to, he thought to follow the footsteps of his mother but she worked two jobs just so he'd be able to go to school, eat three meals a day and things she knew he needed. So she couldn't be much of a roll model if she basically lived at work so Junk Lord tried walking in the steps of her boyfriends, but they were the same, trying to help the single mother just as much as she tried helping herself and Tom. He never remembered much about them, expect they were just older friends to him who shared some interests with him. He remembered one he liked a lot. He was one of her boyfriends she met at work, a nice guy. Loved children but couldn't have his own and everything she loved in a man.

He remembered the most about him out of the other boyfriends and the one to last the longest, Junk Lord remembered he'd play with him when his mom was at work, color with him, listen to him talk for hours no matter how stupid the topic was and even showed up to his dumb elementry school plays it was really dumb to him but seeing how he cared to show up made him happy. But that couldn't last forever, this boyfriend wasn't doing well mentally according to his mother and apparently his lips couldn't stay on hers. He could remember the silent tears of anger that ran down his face, things were going good why did it need to just be taken from him? Did the world decide it just didn't want him to be happy?