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

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

Rocket was gone.

Watching the car vanish around the corner, I don’t think the reality had fully sunk in yet. He was gone. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as I stared at the spot where he had been standing just five minutes ago. My parents made an attempt to comfort me, but I simply ignored them and slowly walked back up to my bedroom. Once there, I sat down on the bed that was once Rocket’s. I would have to get used to sleeping alone now, which was something that I knew would be difficult. I picked up his pillow and held it close to my face, and not surprisingly, it still smelled of him. That was slightly comforting. Then, I noticed something. Somewthing that I didn’t recognise placed on top of my school books under the desk. It looked like a sketch book. I knew instantly who had left it there, and so I eagerly grabbed it and flicked open the first page. It was a portrait of Rocket and myself. This made my tears fall much more regularly. It was beautiful.

On the next page, was a cartoon of Spyro the dragon eating a slice of pizza. I couldn’t prevent a smile from stretching across my mouth. And finally, on the last page, he had simply written “I’ll miss you.”. I broke down crying, holding the book in my hand. The actuality of the situation had finally hit me, and it hit me very hard. It hurt. I heard the door open, and saw Tom rushing into the room looking worried.

“Hero, are you alright?” he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his arm around my shoulder. I showed him the page in the sketchbook, and that answered for me.

He sighed, “I am so sorry. You must feel so awful. I mean, so do I - I’ve just lost my best friend, AGAIN. So, if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.” I muttered, sniffing and trying not to sob. I missed him already.

“Are you going to be okay?” Tom asked softly. I nodded uncertainly. How far away could England be anyway? I mean…we’re only separated by one ocean…

“Cheer up. How about we go down to the arcade later and play some air hockey to take your mind off it?” Tom suggested. I nodded, but in my mind I was forming other plans. Rocket had told me that his flight was at 2:15pm, and it was now 10:15am. Four hours. I could make it to the airport in that amount of time, right? Suddenly, I stood up and started searching through my drawers.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, obviously surpised by my sudden change of attitude.

“When is the next bus to the airport?” I asked, putting on my coat and looking for some spare change.

“Why?”

“I’m going with him.” I said.

“What!? No you’re not!” Tom retorted.

“If I manage to get on this flight, I can follow him.” I explained “Now where the hell is my passport?”

“Hero, you are not going to England!” Tom insisted.

“Yes I am.” I replied casually, still searching for things.

“At least let me go with you?”

“No,” I replied “This is my problem, and I’m tackling it on my own.”

“Hero, I am not letting you go all the way to fucking England by yourself! You’re fifteen years old!”

“You’re starting to sound like my Mother.” I stated, swiftly packing my things into a bag.

“Well I am certain that your Mother would agree with me here. I mean…what if you don’t manage to come back?”

“Then I don’t come back.” I shrugged.