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

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

“Kids, can we talk to you in the kitchen for a second? Rocket, that includes you too!” my Mom called to us. We left the living room and joined the rest of my family in the kitchen. Rocket appeared a few seconds after us.

“As you probably already know, Madison and Trevor were going to leave today and spend the weekend at a hotel in San Francisco with some of the extra money Trevor earned from his promotion, but, we’ve managed to talk our way into getting another free hotel room, so your Father and I are also going. That means we’re going to have to leave you guys on your own for the weekend, is that alright?” she explained.

“That’s fine” I said “We can take care of ourselves”

“We’re sorry to leave just as you got here, Gracie, but it was the only weekend that was available at such short notice” Dad said.

“Don’t worry about it” Gracie shrugged.

“We’re putting you in charge, Rocket. Take good care of these two” Trevor said sternly. Rocket gave a half-hearted nod of his head, but his attention was clearly somewhere else.

“We’re leaving in about two hours. And sorry for not letting you know sooner, we only just found out that we were going” Mom said.

“You should be apologising for not taking me with you” I smirked.

“Don’t me cheeky, Hero!” Mom laughed “Anyway, you can go back to whatever it was you were doing now, we need to get some stuff sorted out before we go”

“Okay” I said.

Exactly two hours later, we said goodbye to the four parents and resumed the watching of the horror movies.

A jump scene served it’s purpose as Gracie flew ten feet in the air and chucked popcorn over the both of us.

“Shit! That gets me every time!” she panted, holding her hand over her heart. I giggled. Gracie had always been scared by films like this, but she insisted on watching them. She was somewhat of an adrenaline junkie. I, on the other hand, was never affected in the slightest by horror films, though on that particular night I was feeling a bit uneasy. It didn’t help that it was pouring it down with rain outside and an impending, severe thunderstorm had been forecast. I wondered whether or not the parents had made it safely to San Francisco in these conditions.

I mentally kicked myself for worrying so much. This was supposed to be an awesome weekend for me. Gracie had spent all her money on getting herself over here so that we could both spend time with our childhood best friends, and we even had the parents out of the way. It was more than perfect. But there was a discreet, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

“I used to know a girl who looked kinda like Regan MacNeil” Gracie stated casually as we watched The Exorcist for what must have been the 200th time.

“Was she possessed?” I asked.

“No. She just looked like her”

“Sucks to be that kid”

“Yeah”

“We’re run out of strawberry milkshake. I’ll go make some more” I said, standing up.

“Don’t be gone for too long” Gracie said. I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Because we had turned all of the lights off in the living room, my eyes were used to the darkness, so it took a while for them to get accustomed to the bright lights of the kitchen. I squinted as I made my way towards the fridge and pulled out all the necessary ingredients for the strawberry milkshake, then turned back round to see someone looking back at me. It startled me so much, that I dropped everything I was holding. The milk bottle broke open as it hit the ground and it’s contents began to spill. I let out a sigh of relief when I realised that the person who had given me such a shock was, in fact, not a deranged serial killer - it was Rocket (which I suppose, is only half as bad). I breathed in deeply and tried to slow my racing heartbeat.