I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

5) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

The sound of some stupid cat meowing outside woke me up during the night. I opened my eyes and stretched slightly. Slowly, my eyes started to become adjusted to the dark, and I saw a large shadowy figure on Rocket’s bed. As my eyes adjusted more, I saw that the shadowy figure was, in fact, Rocket, and he was sitting up in his bed. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his head was buried in his arms. He looked…sad. I blinked hard, thinking I was imagining it or hallucinating or something, but I wasn’t. Was Rocket sad? It seemed unlikely judging by the way he normally acted, but he certainly looked it at that moment. After a few minutes, he brought his head up, ran a hand through his hair, and got out of bed. I laid still, pretending to be asleep, and watching Rocket as he walked out onto the balcony. He leant on the railing and stared out into the black night time ocean. Then, after a moment, he sighed and lowered his head. He really was sad. All this time I thought he was just sulky by choice, but there was actually something upsetting him and no one knew about it but me - which obviously, meant that it was up to me to decide whether or not I was going to do anything about it.Rocket returned to his bed a few minutes later. I drifted off to sleep shortly after that.

-2 Years Previously-

I sat at the breakfast table opposite Rocket, observing him. He looked different today. His face was much paler than usual (if that were even possible), and his eyes had huge dark patches underneath them, making him look horribly tired. His eyelids looked very heavy, and on the verge of closing. His head was resting heavily against his hand. He looked plain awful.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Fine” he muttered in response, his voice muffled by the palm of his hand.

“You look…really tired” I pointed out.

“Rough night” he said quietly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again, with less caution this time.

“Come off it” he ordered wearily.

“But you look awful” I said.

“I said come off it!” he said, louder this time. I frowned and turned back to my breakfast. Madison entered a few minutes later.

“So, kids, I’m going grocery shopping in a little while, everyone else is out some time so will you be okay on your own for a while? Oh, and…” she paused when she saw Rocket “Oh, my poor baby! You look terrible! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” he whispered, growing slightly impatient.

“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Madison queried with a worried tone, closing in on Rocket to examine his tired face. He slapped her hands away and pushed his chair back.

“Who gives a flying fuck about how much I slept?” he growled.

“ROCKET! How many times do I have to tell you! LANGUAGE!”He rolled his eyes.“And I care about your sleep! I just want you to be healthy! You’re my son!” she said, sounding slightly offended.

“I’m not your son!” Rocket spat, a glare forming on his fatigued face.

“Rocket…” Madison whispered. Her voice wavered and she sounded tearful.

“He didn’t mean it” I butted in, attempting to help out.

“Oh, I meant it” Rocket said surely.

“But…we’re raising you…I’ve helped out with so many of your behavioural problems and looked after you for two whole years. We took you in when no one else would and I love you like my own son. I…I…” Madison had to stop as her voice faded away to nothing. She tried secretively to wipe the tears from her eyes without us noticing. I felt horrible for her at that moment. She didn’t deserve it at all. I ran up to her and gave her a tight hug.