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

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

Rocket and I had established the fact that, after wandering around aimlessly for almost an hour, we were completely and hopelessly lost.

“Great, this is NOT how I wanted to die.” Rocket rolled his eyes impatiently.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“I don’t know…we’ve just jumped into the fucking Blair Witch Project. I can’t think what to suggest.” he shrugged helplessly.

“Have we been that way?” I asked, pointing to my left.

“Yes, that’s the tree stump that we thought looked like Morgan Freeman, remember?” he reminded me.

“Oh yeah…” I muttered “But did we actually go in the direction of it or just go past it?”

He thought for a moment, “I can’t remember…”

“Should we try it out?” I asked.

“Sure, what have we got to lose anyway?” he swaggered off in the direction of the Morgan Freeman tree stump and I followed behind him, keeping a close eye out for anything that could indicate to our way out.

“You know, if we hadn’t have gone to the random convenience store with the sleepy employee, none of this would have happened.” I pointed out.

“Stop rubbing it in!” Rocket snapped “And besides, this is an adventure.”

“I thought adventures were supposed to be exciting; not walking endlessly through some generic forrest!” I said.

“It’s an adventure.” he insisted.

As I walked, a shiny object nestled amongst gnarled branches and dead leaves caught my eye. I bent down to pick it up. It appeared to be a small piece of card. It’s colour was silver, and the surface reflected the gleaming sunlight like an iced pond in winter. It was no larger than a baseball card. I flipped it over, and saw that there was some writing on the back.

“Hero, what are you doing?” Rocket asked, noticing that I was no longer following him after walking several metres ahead.

“I found something.” I replied. He jogged back over to where I was and kneeled down so that he was level with me, and could see the card that I was holding in my hand.

“What is it?” he asked.

I read the card out loud:

“Il n’y a qu’un bonheur dans la vie, c’est d’aimer et d’être aimé.”

“French?” he asked.

I nodded.

“What the fuck does it mean?” he asked.

I studied it for a moment. French was one of my best subjects at school. This should be a piece of cake.

“There is only one happiness in life…which is to love and be loved.” I translated.

“Pizza.” Rocket commented nonchalantly.

“Shut up!” I shot him a quick glare “I think it’s beautiful.”

“Well, you would, you’re a girl. Girls like sappy stuff.” he remarked.

“That’s sexist! And you know me better than that.” I replied.

“I know your name…your age…where you live…and…nope, that’s all I know.” he smirked.

“Quit being a jerk.” I said.

“You’re a jerk.” he retorted.

“That’s an awful comeback.” I pointed out.

“You’re a comeback!” he snapped.