The bus journey home was the definition of the words “long” and “tedious”. To pass the time, Rocket and I were playing 20 questions with Sonic The Hedgehog characters.
“Are you an animal?” I asked.
“Yes.” he replied.
“Are you blue?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Red?”
“Yes.”
“Knuckles the Echidna?”
“Yep.”
“Again?”
“I’m running out of characters to think of.” he shrugged.
“The novelty of this game is starting to wear off…” I said.
“Should we switch to Zelda characters?” he suggested.
“Okay. I’ll go first.” I agreed.
“Do you have a sword?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you Link?”
“Yep.”
“Well that wasn’t obvious.” he rolled his eyes.
“We suck at this game.” I stated.
“Hmm.” he agreed.
Silence.
“What are you gonna do when you get home?” I asked after a few seconds.
“What do you mean?”
“How are you going to explain this to the parents? They might try and send you back, seeing as they aren’t your legal guardians anymore.” I explained.
“I haven’t really thought about it in detail…” he admitted.
“Well it needs thinking about, otherwise you will end up in England.” I reminded him.
“I will think about it.” he promised “But right now, all I can think about is how hungry I am.”
“I think I have some apples in my bag,” I said “Want one?”
“Fuck apples…let’s get off the bus here and go to that convenience store!” he said, pointing out of the window at some random shop.
“But we don’t know where the fuck we are.” I reminded him.
“So? What’s the worst that could happen? We’ll just get on another bus.” he said. I sighed, and felt myself being dragged out of the doors of the bus. Rocket and I went into the store. It was very quiet, and our sudden presence didn’t seem to be noticed by anyone despite the small bell that rang as we opened the door.
“Do you even have any money?” I asked doubtfully. He smirked mischievously, and whipped a large wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. It was practically bursting with cash. My eyes widened in shock.
“Where did you get all that money. HOW did you get all that money!?” I asked.
“I stole it from the English prat’s bag when he want to get food.”Rocket smirked proudly.
I gasped, “Rocket, that’s theft!”
“I know,” he whispered “Keep your voice down, Hero, someone might hear!”
“You could be arrested for that! And what about all of his credit cards and identification!?”
“Chill out, I put those back in his bag and just took the money.” he explained.
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I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)
Teen FictionEver fallen in love with some you maybe shouldn't have? What happens when Hero falls in love with Rocket? Or does she? Do they stay together? Or break up? Was any of this real...? or is it all fake.. you'll have to read to find out. I hope you enjoy...
