the date from ur last rodrick fic!!! friends start dating awkward but cute first date
LOVERS ROCK
Rodrick Heffley x Fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ part 1
It was a warm Saturday evening, and you couldn’t shake the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The entire day had felt like a whirlwind of emotions. You kept staring at the closet, pulling out outfits and discarding them just as quickly, unsure of what would be “right” for your first real date with Rodrick. Eventually, after much deliberation, you settled on something simple but comfortable—a vintage band tee, a pair of baggy jeans, and sneakers. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it felt like the best choice. You didn’t want to overthink it, but your nerves were buzzing at the thought of the night ahead.
By the time the doorbell rang at exactly 6:00 PM, you felt your heart race. You glanced at yourself one last time in the mirror, smoothing down your shirt and adjusting your hair, only to feel like nothing was quite right. But then again, maybe that was just the anxiety talking.
When you opened the door, Rodrick was standing there, looking casual as well in a black hoodie with a band on it and a pair of jeans. His hair was even messier than usual, and there was a slight blush on his cheeks, which made him look even cuter than usual.
“Hey,” he greeted you with a soft smile, his voice low, almost like he was trying to keep himself together. The second his eyes met yours, they softened, and you caught him looking you up and down before he cleared his throat. “You look… really p-pretty.”
You froze for a moment, warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Oh… um, thanks,” you stammered, feeling a nervous giggle bubbling in your throat. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Rodrick chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure if I should go all out for a concert date, but…” He trailed off, his hands in his pockets as he shifted awkwardly. You realized, with a start, that he was just as nervous as you.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice steadying, but his eyes were still unsure, a contrast to his usual cocky self.
You nodded, trying to hide your racing heartbeat, and followed him down the path to his van. The walk felt a little surreal. Everything felt like it was shifting between you two, like the moment was too big for either of you to fully understand, but you didn’t want to overthink it.
The car ride to the venue was filled with a mix of lighthearted chatter and moments of silence, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It was that quiet tension you sometimes felt with someone who meant so much to you. Every time Rodrick glanced over at you, you’d catch his gaze for a brief second before quickly looking away. And every time, a small smile would tug at his lips.
“So,” you ventured, trying to ease some of the tension. “What’s the first band like? You said they’re good, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rodrick grinned, clearly more animated when talking about music. “They’re killer. I’m actually hoping they’ll do a cover of that one song I love. You’ll hear it tonight, trust me.”
You smiled back, glad that he seemed to settle into the conversation. “Well, I trust you. You’ve got good taste.”
Rodrick glanced at you, a soft laugh escaping him. “I know I do.” But this time, there was no arrogance—just a hint of vulnerability. You caught that shift in him and felt your heart give a little leap. He wasn’t just the confident, rockstar-wannabe kid you’d grown up with. He was someone else, someone you were starting to see in a new light.
As the concert venue came into view, the buzz of the crowd surrounded you. The venue was packed, with people already gathering around the stage. The lights flickered in the distance, setting the whole place alive with energy.
Rodrick pulled into the parking lot, and as you both got out of the van, the heat of the night seemed to settle over you. He reached for your hand almost instinctively, his fingers brushing against yours in that familiar way.
“You good?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort, and for a moment, you felt that familiar closeness between the two of you that you hadn’t felt in so long.
“Yeah,” you said with a nod, a small smile creeping up on your face. “I’m great.”
You walked through the crowd, the music growing louder as you approached the stage. The air was thick with excitement, and you could practically feel the bass vibrating in your bones. Rodrick led you to a spot right in the middle, a prime location to see everything. The crowd around you was buzzing, everyone eagerly awaiting the performance to start.
“Not bad, huh?” Rodrick asked, turning to you with a smirk, his eyes alight with excitement. “It’s a pretty good spot.”
“It’s perfect,” you agreed, looking around at the sea of people, but all you really cared about was the fact that you were standing next to him.
As the concert kicked off, the crowd erupted into cheers, the opening act blasting their sound through the speakers. You could see Rodrick’s whole demeanor shift as the music began. He was lost in the moment, bouncing to the beat, his eyes closing as he sang along to his favorite tracks. His usual confidence was back, and you couldn’t help but smile at how completely in his element he was.
You were trying to enjoy the show, but you kept catching him glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Every time your gazes met, he’d quickly look away, his cheeks flushed with the slightest hint of a smile, but there was something different this time—something unspoken in the air. It wasn’t just friendly anymore.
When the band transitioned into a slower song, Rodrick’s expression softened, and he turned toward you, his eyes fixed on yours with a mix of hesitation and something else you couldn’t quite name. “Would you dance with me?” His voice was low, almost shy.
You blinked, caught off guard. “Dance?” you repeated, looking around at the crowd of people. The idea of dancing with him in front of so many people felt intimidating. “Here?”
Rodrick chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, I know it’s a little weird, but… who cares, right? It’s just us. Plus, everyone else is dancing, too."
His words settled over you, and something inside you clicked. You didn’t care about the crowd. You didn’t care about being awkward. You just wanted to be close to him, to feel like the two of you were in your own little world, if only for a few minutes.
“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rodrick grinned, his eyes lighting up as you both moved closer to the stage, joining the others who were dancing and nodding along to the music. The moment felt so surreal, but as you took his hand, the nerves faded away. The warmth of his palm against yours, the softness of his touch, it was all you needed to feel at ease. For the first time in ages, everything felt right between the both of you.
You danced together, your hands placed together as to not lose each other in the crowd. awkward at first, unsure of how close to stand or what to do. But soon, as if by instinct, Rodrick’s hands settled on your waist and your hands found his shoulders, and the two of you moved together to the rhythm. The awkwardness of the moment faded as the music filled the space between you, and all that was left was the way his eyes kept glancing at you, the way your heart was beating just a little faster than usual.
“You’re a pretty good dancer,” you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow. “I didn’t expect that.”
Rodrick laughed, his voice hushed as he leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours. “You’d be surprised what I can do when I’m with the right person.”
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade. It was just you and him, and the connection between you was undeniable now.
When the song came to an end, you both were smiling, breathless, your hands still intertwined. But there was something more now. Something deeper. A shift, a change that felt like the beginning of something new between the two of you.
As the night went on, the concert became even more electrifying, but the moments you shared with Rodrick were the ones you treasured the most. He kept making you laugh, nudging you playfully when you got too into a song, and sharing jokes with you like nothing had ever changed between you two.
But every time his hand brushed yours or his smile lingered a little too long, your heart fluttered with the sweet, nervous hope that maybe, just maybe, things were finally falling into place.
As the final song ended, Rodrick looked at you, his grin wide. “Best concert date ever, right?”
You laughed, your heart full. “Definitely,” you agreed, squeezing his hand.
As he walked you back to his van, the world seemed to slow down around you. The lights of the venue were fading in the distance, but something about the night still lingered, that giddy feeling of being with him, of being seen by him in a way you hadn’t before.
“I guess I have to take you home now,” he said, his voice soft, but there was a hint of disappointment in it.
You nodded, feeling a little dazed by everything that had happened, but mostly, you felt happy. Happy in a way you hadn’t felt in so long.
after a lengthy ride home, Rodrick pulled into your driveway, putting the van in park and glancing over at you. You looked over at him, a smile creeping onto your lips before you realized just how late it was.
"I guess I have to go now." You mumbled, a blush coating your cheeks. "Thank you for tonight, Rod." you added, leaning over to leave a gentle kiss on the apple of his cheek. "I'll see you at school on Monday."
You got out of the car and walked towards your house, only turning to glance at him once more before opening your front door and shutting it softly behind you.
Rodrick sat in the driveway for a moment, a big smile spread across his face as he lifts a hand up to touch his cheek where you had kissed him. Quickly after realizing what he was doing, he dropped his hand and pulled out of the driveway.
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