Opening my eyes quickly, I sat up in bed, soon sighing deeply in relief as I realised it all was a dream. “That never happened,” I mumbled to myself, not wanting to seem babyish if I went to one of my friends living with me. Well, I wouldn’t say they were my friends. They do live with me though. No, we’re not siblings, we all live in a care home. It’s awful, living here. The staff we have, they do try their best to make us all happy, and I do appreciate that but I just don’t understand the answer to the question I ask the same person, every single day. “Why can’t I be happy?” I often asked the person who was nicest to me under this roof, who actually paid attention to me, and he would shrug and shake his head.
“I don’t know, there’s something that is too complicated to explain.” Finn Flannigan would answer, with the same thing every day. As my reaction, I always reacted the same; just nod, say thank you before retreating to my room. Finn is really nice to me though, and I’m grateful he is still here, I’m glad he hasn’t gotten fostered yet. I’m not trying to sound rude or anything here, but I would just be gutted if he got fostered. I would feel lost without him. He is the one who would sneak biscuits into my room when I am grounded, he is the one who offers me his glass of milk if the milk bottle is empty, he is the one who would pat my back and smile when I achieve something new, he is the one who would actually sit next to me at breakfast, lunch and dinner, he is the one who would throw a party just for me to see me smile, he is the one who I love as a best friend. I guess you could say we were pretty close, we are best friends after all. As of right now, I just had a nightmare on about that night and even though I mentioned I did not want to sound babyish, I got out of bed anyway, rubbing my eyes sleepily. My feet padding across the corridor, a though came into my mind. ‘Are all care homes as kind as this one are, and give each child their own rooms?’, and I shrugged to myself to answer my own mental question. You could say I overlook things too much, but it is normal for me, because you never know what could happen. Coming across a familiar door I have knocked on so many times I have lost count, I opened the door slowly, and a sleepy Finn soon opened his eyes.
“What is it El?” he asked, his voice extremely deep and sleepy, and I found it cute if I am going to be honest, and he propped himself up on his elbow, his body on one side.
“I can’t sleep, I just had a nightmare,” I whispered, knowing he hated it when anybody talked at a normal volume when he just had woken up, and I soon crept to his bedside as he nodded.
“Come here,” Finn murmured, moving up along his bed to make space for me, and I got in with him, wrapping my arms around him after curling up. “If anybody saw us, they’d think us as weird,” he chuckled quietly, his natural Irish accent starting to be sounded. He was Irish himself, but his family moved here, to start a new life in Doncaster, England, but he was dumped in care when he was eight, when his parents suddenly disappeared, and we still have no idea what happened to his parents. Nodding in response to his comment, I snuggled up to him for warmth. Man, he is sure warm, all of the time when I touch him, he is always warm. “A fifteen year old boy cuddling his fourteen year old best friend in bed at three in the morning,” he added, laughing quietly and I nodded again. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, but it is not like that at all- we are just best friends, who understand each other.
“Can you sing?” I asked quietly and Finn began to laugh and shook his head, chuckling. Do he not realise I was being serious? I have heard him sing in the shower, we all did, but nobody dared to mention it when he came downstairs to us, although he had a good singing voice and he could be as famous as this band, One Direction, who was in this year’s X-Factor. They were doing well, if you wanted to know.
“I can’t sing,” Finn confirmed his own opinion and I shook my head, mumbling quietly before falling asleep in his secure grip.
“You can sing.”