A pounding on the door wakes me up from my slumber, in a shitty mood due to Catalina being a bitch at like 4am, after I caught her smoking weed in our room.

"Who is it!" I groan.

The person ignores me, so I roll out of bed and answer the door. I'm in my black top and boxers, but I'm not the most modest person you'll know.

"Sin?" My social worker stands in front of me.

I frown. "Missy? Weren't you meant to be meeting me at the cafe, at like, I don't know, later?"

Missy itches her arm. "Um, yeah. I'm here for someone else, but clearly I got the wrong room. You might know her? Curly hair? Spanish?"

Does she mean Cat? Surely she doesn't come from that sort of background.

I open my door slightly, then point towards the bundle of red curls on the pillow. "Her?"

Missy laughs. "How typical of my two favourite people to be in the same room. Could you wake her? And possibly put some clothes on?"

Catalina turns around facing us. "I'm awake. And I agree with Missy, put some clothes on, my eyes are burning."

What a bitch.

Honestly, I'm surprised she knows Missy, and even more surprised we got put in the same room. It's a weird coincidence, somewhere in my brain makes me feel like it's more than a coincidence, but most likely not, because that would make zero sense, snd it's too early for conspiracy.

"Hey, Cat." Missy walks over to her bed.

I grab my jeans and pull them on.

"Missy, I'll see you in a bit. Bye moody." I grunt to both of them, before leaving.

******

"So, my roommate?" I ask Missy, eating nutella toast, my favourite.

Missy nods, also eating nutella toast. "But you know I can't talk to you about any other children."

"True, true." I nod, bored out my mind. Missy is nice, but she always drones on during conversations.

Missy sighs deeply. "Your eighteen next month, yes? October 21st."

"Yeah. I don't wanna celebrate it, hardly feel like celebrating the day my parents left me."

Missy flinches at this, then looks sadly at me. "I'm sure your mum loves you, Sin."

A snort escapes my mouth.

"Sure she does. Anyways, let me guess, theres papers and shit? Cause when I turn eighteen your free of me?"

She shakes her head. "I don't wanna be free of you, I told you, I love my people as I would if they were my own. But yes, theres 'papers and shit'." She chuckles slightly.

"Yay, papers. My favourite." I reply with a slight hint of sarcasm.

Missy nods. "I give them to you now, and I cone back on your eighteenth. Well. After it. This is the transition to adult services, where you will get another social worker, who doesn't check in with you as much."

I breathe in and out slowly. To me, this means freedom. But it also means one person leaving my life again. "I'll miss you Missy."

She smiles delicately. "Me too, Sin. Me too."

********

"Sup, Little Red. You still in a mood?" I ask cheerfully, after getting sent a tit pic by someone from my old care-home.

Catalina looks up at me. "Why are you calling me that?"

Moody-pants it is.

"Fine, sorry, Catalina. I'll take that as a yes. Whatcha doing?"

I don't wanna talk to her, but we share a room and I am bored out of my mind.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't call me Catalina. No one does, it's way too long. And I'm minding my business, you should try it."

Now I just wanna piss her off.

I go to sit on her bed, only on the edge though. "Fine. Lina? That better be good for you. What are you doing, Lina?"

Lina crosses her arms and looks up at me. "Sure. Nobody calls me that though. And seeing as your so desperate to know, I'm working on a song."

She writes songs? Cool.

I go to grab the notebook, but she pulls it away from me. 

"Hands off, sir."

I smirk. "That's the first time a girls said that to me."

"Your disgusting, pervert." She shoves me, but I can tell she's suppressing a giggle.

Lina bites her lip. "Stop looking at me, and get off my bed."

Bitch. I stand up and head back to my bed.

"Your boring." I tell her.

She rolls her eyes, unbothered, and doesn't bother to reply.

What an amazing conversation.

I grab a bottle of vodka from one of my draws, and drink it within a minute or two. I didn't wanna get into one of my moods, I'm uncontrollable when I do.

I lay in bed, extremely bored.

I haven't messaged Jagger today, so I make a mental note to message him tomorrow.

"Do you have to drink again, Sin?"

My jaw tenses. "Your not my mum."

"No, I'm your roommate, and if I don't like it you should respect that." She huffs.

Honestly, I don't want to argue with Lina. I'm a nice, okay, relatively nice guy, and it's kinda pointless arguing with roommate. Especially as we seem to have a similar taste in 'friends'.

I'll give her a few days so she has some time to stand me, then I'll tell her we should be mates. Easy.

I need another drink. The meeting with Missy earlier upset me.

My birth parents dumped me somewhere as a baby, behind some restaurants or some shit. Then, my adopted parents got bored of me and kicked me out. After that, life consisted of many different care-homes. Missy was the one person who stayed from the ages of six to now, the one person who cared enough, the one person who didn't get tired of me.

That's why I love how I am now. All the girls want me, I can see it in their eyes. Except my stuckup roommate. But I don't want her, so that's fine.

It's nice to feel wanted, all I ever want is to be loved or wanted by someone; but I know they'll grow tired of me.

They always do.