bf!rodrick who swore he'd never in a million years fall for one of the plastics. if you asked him who he fancied last year, he'd shrug and say, "dunno.. someone who'd wanna tour with the band. oh, and they can't wear pink. löded diper policy."
bf!rodrick who'd see you strutting down the hall, heels clicking as you transformed the linoleum floors into a runway. he'd sneer from his locker and chuck a spitball at you, muttering a snarky, "chicks dig bad boys!" to his bandmates.
bf!rodrick who asked you to be his girlfriend on prom night. he stood outside your house in formal clothes (in his definition, formal means anything that isn't pajamas) holding up a handmade sign that said, "you löded my diper when no one else would. will you let me be your böyfriend?" in sharpie. you scoffed at the sight, because did he seriously think he'd have the chance with you? get real.
bf!rodrick who thought he'd blown it big time seeing your initial reaction. he switched off the speakers, turned around and was ready to chuck the sign into the back of his van. you waltzed over to him, whispering a sarcastic, "as if" before grabbing his face and pulling him into a long kiss. "i'll be your girlfriend if you promise not to be a jerk."
bf!rodrick who treats you like an absolute goddess. he'll drive you around, blowing off his bandmates during practice saying he needs, 'girlfriend time'. he's actually started cleaning out his van regularly now to accommodate you.. and also because he's learnt a new concept called hi-jean or something. whatever, there's too many letters.
bf!rodrick who's grown used to the inevitable bling you've brought into his life. your stuff is cluttered around his room, juicy couture taking over his closet and adding a burst of glitter into his monochrome life. at his house parties, he'll have you attached at the hip the entire time because he likes showing you off ♡
bf!rodrick who will write corny love songs for you even if you make fun of him. he gets most of his songwriting inspiration from your relationship. his first album titled, "löve is an open dore" featured your voice in the background for an artistic touch, he said. if he really can't get out of practice, he'll let you sit on his lap and try his best not to bang your head with a drumstick.
bf!rodrick who lets you do his makeup before going on stage. he'll giggle as you pat down a generous amount of foundation on his cheeks, saying, "mom's gonna kill me.." as he passes you a stick of cream eyeliner. "she likes me, don't worry," you smile, placing a chaste kiss on his face and staining his cheek with bright red lip gloss.
bf!rodrick who's parents have become incredibly fond of you. they'll invite you to family dinners, on christmas, easter, you name it. greg considers you part of the family now. they'll often joke and say, "we don't know what he'd do without you!" but there's a hint of sincerity in their words. they've never seen rodrick so happy.. and clean.
bf!rodrick who still wonders how he pulled you. one of the plastics dating a lanky drummer boy certainly wasn't on anyones bingo card this year, but here's the 4-1-1.. you and rodrick make such an oddly compatible couple that everyone else can only dream of a relationship like yours.
a/n "i'm not gonna write for any more fandoms" also me:
you get hired to babysit manny for the night—just manny, susan assures you—but as soon as you walk through the door, it’s clear you’ve inherited all three heffley boys.
greg follows you like around like a puppy. he talks nonstop about how middle school is full of “morons” and how people say he’s “wise beyond his years” (no one has ever said that). he keeps trying to bring up high school drama he barely understands.
rodrick clearly didn’t know you were coming, because when he sees you, he immediately vanishes upstairs. a few minutes later, he reappears—wearing heavy eyeliner and smelling like half a can of axe. (“oh, didn’t know you were here tonight,”) he orders pizza, leans over the back of the couch and tries to impress you by talking about his band.
manny is barely a factor. (greg handed over a sleeve of oreos and let him play with his gameboy in exchange)
when susan and frank finally get home, the house is unusually quiet and suspiciously tidy. manny’s tucked in bed, and greg is wiping down the counter. rodrick, of all things, is vacuuming the living room. frank stands in the doorway, eyeing his sons like he’s trying to figure out if they’ve been replaced by aliens.
susan thanks you with a smile, handing you your payment, and the boys? they’re already hatching a plan to make sure you come back next week.
"I, uh... posted a pic of you. On my MySpace." Rodrick mumbled, like maybe you wouldn't hear it if he said it quiet enough. He sat in front of his computer on his beat-up desk chair, the glow illuminating his face. You gave him a little grin, crossing the room to stand over his shoulder.
"Lemme see." You demanded, resting your hand affectionately on the top of his head. He looked up at you with a little smile and those eyes ringed with eyeliner, before returning his eyes to the screen to click around a few times.
Your eyes widened in interest when he pulled up the post. It was extremely plain, he "didn't have time" for his blog, though you knew he was kinda terrified what people thought of it, and just didn't want anyone to think he was trying. You knew he definitely was, though, you'd seen the focused way his teeth tugged at his bottom lip when his fingers flew across the keyboard.
It was just a picture of you, one you recognized being from last weekend when you'd been getting ready to go out at his house. You were set up in the bathroom, makeup cluttering every inch of the smooth white countertop and the back of the toilet, too. Hair pulled back so it was out of your way, face intently focused as you put your lashes on. It was a cute pic, even if you weren't all the way ready, you let it slide. You could even see a little sliver of Rodrick in the pic, reflected in the mirror when he'd leaned against the doorframe to take it. You remember turning around and waving him off with a laugh, but he sat with you in the bathroom while you finished your makeup, watching you from the edge of the tub with admiring eyes.
Your eyes caught on the title of the post, which just read "glitter glue drinker" and that made you laugh loudly. A couple of his friends comments only made it worse, one of them reading: "she lookz like it." Rodrick's face was lit up with glee as he watched you laugh, effectively giving your stamp of approval, and he was visibly relieved.
"That's cute." You offered him, leaning down over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, though he kept you there long enough to snag a longer kiss on the lips, and he tasted like a tootsie roll.
౨౿ rodrick who is such a loser, the first time you kissed he moaned into your mouth. his body leaning into yours, his hand sliding around your waist—the movement is so confident you think he’s getting cocky until you hear it, the light sound of satisfaction. you do nothing but smile into his lips before pulling away, “you’re cute.”
now, the loser loves making out with you sitting in his chair. your legs on either side of his hips as your shorts ride up your legs. to center himself like before, his warm hands slide from your hips to your sides, slightly making you shiver. your lips are wet with one another’s spit, both your heads spinning, noses hitting every now and again as you breathe in each other's air.
“rodrick!”
as if nothing has changed, noises slip from his mouth while you taste each other, your hand scratching into the short hair on the back of his head, not making him any better. his hands slide further up until he’s grabbing a handful of your breast but before you can even think about getting the shirt off greg’s voice takes over the room.
“rodrick, mom sa- EW!” the two of you pull away immediately, you look over at greg with a shocked expression while rodrick simply stuffs his face into your chest with a groan. he mumbles something, but it doesn’t reach either of your ears. “i think i’m gonna hurl,” greg says, making exaggerated gagging noises as he begins to leave. “oh my god,” rodrick moans into your chest in aggravation. he lifts his head to shoo greg from the room further, “get out.”
you hear the soles of greg’s feet hit each step as he leaves. rodrick leans back into the chair and you finally get to take a good look at him; his hair messy, his lips almost as pink as his cheeks, the pinkness creeping up his neck a little, lips slightly agape. you can only grin, “you’re really cute.”
Content: You and Rodrick are at a parking lot in his van and start making out
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Warnings: slight smut
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It was around 11pm on a breezy summer night when you and Rodrick decided to go out for a ride in his van and grab some snacks from the 7-Eleven store nearby his house. The two of you were just chilling in his room watching a lame movie when you both got bored and hungry, so you came up with the idea to get something to eat.
Mr. and Mrs. Heffley were still in the living room watching some romance movie which Mrs. Heffley so adored, but they barely noticed the both of you walking out the front door headed to Rodricks van. Not that they would mind that much either. Ever since you became Rodricks girlfriend you guys went out late at night quite often, so they got pretty much used to that.
Now, you were sitting sideways in the passenger seat wearing just your pyjamas and eating up the last of your fries. Your legs lay on top of rodricks lap while he slurps his blueberry slushie. Outside the car it was slightly windy and drizzling rain, though the temperature was still very nice and refreshing after such a long, warm summer day. The dimly lit parking lot was almost empty, except for like three other cars which were parked a little further away, giving you and Rodrick your own space without getting disturbed. A deftones song was lowly playing in the background, while the both of you savoured the snacks you so craved.
“Ugh, i needed that. That was deliciousss.“ You said finishing up your fries and taking a sip of your own cherry flavored slurpee.
“For real. I‘ve been dying for this again. I adore my moms cooking but I was in need of that burger.“ Rodrick responded in his typical tone with a low chuckle.
His one hand grabbed ahold of your thigh, caressing small circles over your clothed skin with his thumb. Meanwhile his other hand held his cold slushie which he was now slurping his last sip from. He set the empty cup down in the vans‘ cup holder between the two of you and leaned back n his seat. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from you slurping your slurpee. He turned around to look at you and tried grabbing it out of your, now, cold hands. You backed away from him, not allowing him to get your slurpee.
“Please.“ He said. Hands on your thighs and leaned forward to be closer to you.
“Mm-mm“ You denied, with a slight grin on your face.
It‘s not like you didn‘t want to give him a taste of your slurpee but whenever you gave him something of your drink, he would drink EVERYTHING up really quick just to mess with you. So you‘ve learned that you won‘t be doing that again.
You were almost done drinking it when Rodrick abruptly snatched the frozen slushie from your grip. He was messing with you like always.
“Rodrick!”, you said while chuckling at his childish behavior. You were now sitting up straight, taking your legs off his lap. “Give it back.”
He just stared back at you with a teasing look in his eyes, drinking your slurpee. You tried grabbing it from his hands by leaning forward towards his seated posture, which made him lean back further. And of course he drank up the last bit of it.
“You’re an ass”, you told him with slightly narrowed eyes and a grin on your face. No matter how annoying he could be sometimes, you still loved how cute he always was whenever he was messing with you. Then you got up out of your seat and moved over to him to straddle his lap.
“I like this position. Should tease you more often”, he said lowly with a grin on his face. He stared into your eyes, hands brushing up and down your thighs and eventually gripping your hips.
“Oh really?”, you answered teasingly. Your bodies were pressed against eachother due to the lack of space between you and the steering wheel. His face was close to yours and you felt his warm breath brushing your face. His warm hands found its way to the sides of your face, holding gently onto your jaw and brushing your cheek with his thumb.
That’s when the gap between the two of you closed and your warm lips touched. It was gentle but very passionate and loving, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and warming up your entire body. Your hands found its way to the back of his head and gripped onto his dark brown hair, while his arms wrapped around your waist trying to pull you as close as possible. One of his hands moved back towards the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your soft hair. The kiss was slow at first but turned into something more lustfull really quick.
He lowly groaned against your mouth at the feeling of you pulling his hair and being this close to you. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, making the kiss more intense and heated. Your arms were wrapped around his slim but still strong shoulders, causing the two of you to be chest-to-chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat, while the kiss turned into a sloppy and cherry-flavoured wet mess. In the background played the low music and the windows were starting to fog up, due to your warm bodies heating up the air inside the van. The makeout was hot and full of lust and passion, which made it very enjoyable and wanting it to never stop.
So that both of you could catch your breath, Rodrick moved his head towards your jaw, kissing it softly with his warm and plump lips. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lightly pulling at it to make your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss down your neck. You enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your chest and his sloppy kisses, as your back got pressed against the steering wheel.
But as nice as the moment might‘ve felt, you realized it was probably getting pretty late and you should start heading back home. You didn’t want Rodricks parents to worry where you guys were at for so long. You didn‘t want to leave yet, DEFINITELY not, but you also wanted to be respectful towards his parents. Besides, you could always just continue what you were doing in Rodricks room.
“Rodrick“, you spoke softly, still getting distracted by the touch of his lips and hands.
He didn‘t stop at first. He just responded with an “Hm?“, continuing to kiss and suck softly at your neck.
“Baby“, You said, grabbing the sides of his face with both your hands to make him look back up at you.“We should head back“.
His cheeks slightly flushed and his lips plump and pink. He looked at you trough half-lidded brown eyes and his dark hair was all messy from you grabbing and pulling at it. He looked so unbelievably adorable.
“Ugh, no“, he just responded with, letting his head fall back into the crook of your neck.
“We‘ll continue at home“, you spoke in almost a whisper. You pulled his face back to yours to give him a few slow and soft kisses on his lips. “Okay?“
“Mhm“, he said giving you a few more last kisses, before you got up out of his lap and climbed back into your own seat. When you fastened your seatbelt, Rodrick started the car, put his hand back on your thigh and drove the two of you back home, where this heated makeout would definitely be resumed.
notes: was rotting in my drafts and needed majoring editing, finally finished it though so yay!! slighty proof read and lowercase intended!
wc: 2.1k
rodrick heffley had a reputation that came before he even picked up a drumstick... lazy, loud, sarcastic, and somehow always acting like nothing mattered.
which is why it was infuriating that the one thing he suddenly did take seriously was you.
“again,” he said flatly, leaning back against the garage wall. “you’re overthinking it.”
you wiped your palms on your skirt, warmth rising up your neck. “i’m not overthinking it. you’re just… not explaining it right.”
rodrick snorted. “it’s kissing. not rocket science.”
that didn’t help your nerves at all.
this whole disaster started as a joke.. someone in the band teasing that you’d never been in a real relationship, and rodrick, of all people, rolling his eyes and saying, “I could teach her in five minutes.”
you should’ve said no but.... you didn’t.
now it was you and him alone in the garage after practice, instruments still set out, the garage door slightly cracked open, and an unbearable amount of tension for something that was supposed to be “no big deal.”
“look,” he said quieter and less jokingly. “you don’t have to act like it’s some huge thing. you just… go with it.” he said, drumsticks tapping lazily against his thighs.
“go with it,” you repeated, unimpressed.
rodrick pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “yeah.” he shrugged. “stop thinking so much.”
easy for him to say...
you swallowed. “fine. show me then.”
the space between you shrank until there wasn’t much left at all, he exhaled through his nose, trying to look casual. “okay,” he muttered. “but you’re the one who asked.”
you stared up at him with wide eyes, “don’t make it weird,” he said quietly.
“you’re the one making it weird,” you scoffed, but your voice came out softer than you meant.
rodrick huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking to your mouth for half a second before he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
“just.... don’t freak out,” he said.
“i’m not going to freak out,” you lied immediately.
he gave you a look. “you’re literally freaking out right now.”
“i’m not.....”
“yeah, you are.”
you shut up... the garage went silent for a bit.
then rodrick lifted a hand, hesitated like he was actually thinking about it for once, and gently tilted your chin up.
“okay,” he said softer. “just… stay still.”
he leaned in until the tips of your noses brushed, teasing you. he paused there, close enough that you were breathing his air, he tilted his head just enough to find the right angle.
his lips hovered a mere millimeter from yours. "i'm waiting," he whispered, he didn't wait for you to answer before he closed the gap.
his lips moved against yours slowly, his lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like the mint gum he was chewing.
he tilted your head back just a fraction more, exposing the line of your throat and creating the perfect angle.
a small, involuntary sound left the back of your throat and the kiss deepened.
thats when he pulled back slowly, it was only a bit, like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve stopped at all and neither of you spoke.
the moment the kiss broke, you realized the minty flavor wasn’t just a lingering aftertaste. during the kiss, the gum had made its way into your mouth.
you stood there, slowly realizing you were now the one chewing the peppermint flavored gum.
rodrick blinked first, looking suddenly way less confident than he had all night. “uh.”
“yeah,” you said, voice not cooperating.
more silence, then he huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair again. “okay. so you’re not… bad at it.”
you stared at him. “that’s your feedback?”
“What? I’m being helpful.... you did fine?!” he countered, his eyes finally flicking to yours before dropping to your mouth.
he watched you chew for a second, his brain clearly catching up to the fact that his gum was gone.
“wait,” he muttered, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. “is that… is that my gum?”
“It’s mine now,” you managed to say, letting out a sigh.
“that’s… that’s gross,” he muttered, though the massive, lopsided grin spreading across his face suggested he thought the exact opposite. he shoved his hands into his pockets. “you’re a klepto. i just kissed a thief.”
you tilted your head, "you're the one who literally shoved it into my mouth, heffley... that’s not a theft, that’s a donation."
rodrick’s grin didn't falter, he stepped back into your space, looking down at you, "i didn't 'donate' it. it’s my favorite brand. i want it back."
You raised an eyebrow, a slow, smile spreading across your face. "you want it back? really?"
"yeah, really.." he said, eyes flicking down to your lips, before he bit his own. "i’m a very busy guy. i don't have time to go to the store and buy a whole new pack just because some girl decided to pull a heist during a lesson."
you didn't say anything and just gave him a long look, then, turned your back on him, and started walking toward the back of the garage near the stacks of old speakers.
you could hear his sneakers scuffing the concrete, following right behind you. "well? are you gonna be a coward, or are you gonna return the stolen goods?"
you reached the far wall and turned around just as he caught up, but before you could say anything, he backed you into the wall.
placing a hand against the wall right next to your ear, the other, reaching down fingers tugging the hem of your skirt softly.
"you know.... i really like this skirt on you." he leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm and smelling like the mint he was demanding back.
you leaned back against the cool drywall, his hand was still resting against the wall by your head, and his fingers were still loosely hooked in the fabric of your skirt, before sliding up to your hip, holding you right where he wanted you.
you looked him straight in the eye, while you shifted the gum to the front of your mouth. a soft hiss of air could be heard as you blew a small bubble right between your faces.
rodrick’s eyes dropped to the bubble, his brow twitching in amusement.
the bubble popped, the sound was a bit loud in the quiet garage. you pulled the gum back into your mouth with a playful click of your tongue.
"thanks," you whispered, the word trailing off into a grin. "i think the flavor’s better now that it’s mine."
rodrick let out a low, disbelieving huff, "oh, you think it's yours now?" he murmured.
you slowly shook your head and before he could mutter another word about his "property," you reached up and grabbed the front of his worn out band tee, bunching the fabric in your fists.
rodrick was tall so you shifted onto your tiptoes, as you surged upward to meet him. you caught him completely off guard, your lips crashing into his in a collision that was soft and tasted entirely of peppermint.
as your lips locked, you didn't hesitate, you moved the gum back to him, the exchange unhurried.
rodrick made a low, muffled sound of surprise in the back of his throat. his other hand, which had been resting on the wall, moved to your hip too.
both hands tightening, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt as he hauled you flush against him to steady you on your toes. he deepened the kiss, reclaiming the gum with a low groan.
when he finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead stayed resting against yours. you were still balanced on your toes, held up entirely by the grip he had on your waist. he was breathing hard, his hair a mess, and he was slowly, victoriously chewing.
"there," you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless. "happy?"
" happiest man alive." he grin, thumb rubbing little circles on your hip.
" mmm, i bet." you laughed, you let your heels drop back to the concrete.
he stepped back, giving you a bit of breathing room, but his hands lingered on your hips until the very last second.
he walked back toward his drum kit, picking up a stray stick and twirling it between his fingers. "same time tomorrow?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he sat back down on a crate. "you know... for educational purposes."
"i'll think about it..." you mumbled and walked toward the drum kit where he had just sat down. rodrick watched you, as you stepped between his legs.
the height difference was flipped now.. for once, he was the one looking up at you, you reached out, your fingers lingering as you brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face.
you slid your hand further back, your palm cupping the nape of his neck. his skin was warm, "goodnight, heffley," you whispered, a knowing smile tugging at your lips.
before he could find his voice or grab your waist to keep you there, you leaned down and gave him one last peck on the lips.
you pulled away quickly, turning on your heels and slipping out through the small gap in the garage door before he could even blink.
behind you, the only sound was the hollow clatter of a drumstick hitting the concrete floor.
Summary: Rodrick’s girlfriend meets his chaotic family, and Manny tries to steal her. She loves it anyway.
Word count: 1010
Notes: this is very random but I love Rodrick so I needed to write something
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Meeting your boyfriend’s family is supposed to be a big deal, right? Like, one of those moments where you dress nice, bring flowers or something, and sit down for an awkwardly polite dinner while his parents judge you.
Yeah. That’s not how things work with Rodrick Heffley.
When he invited me over for dinner, it was more like, “Hey, my mom said you should come over and eat with us or whatever.” Super romantic. But I agreed because, well… I wanted to meet them. Rodrick talks about his family all the time, mostly to complain, but still. I was curious.
So, here I am, standing on the Heffleys’ front porch, wondering if I should have brought something. Probably not. This doesn’t seem like the kind of house where formal dinner etiquette exists.
Before I can knock, the door swings open, and there he is.
Rodrick smirks, leaning against the doorframe like he’s so cool. “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.”
I roll my eyes, stepping closer. “I’m on time.”
“Yeah, well, you were supposed to be, like, ten minutes late so I could say something sarcastic about it.”
I laugh and kiss his cheek, just to make him flustered. It works. His smirk falters for half a second before he clears his throat and steps aside. “Alright, come in before my mom starts thinking I made you up.”
The inside of the house is exactly what I expected. A little messy, with random shoes lying around, a stack of newspapers no one’s bothered to throw away, and a distinct family chaos vibe. The smell of dinner cooking comes from the kitchen, something warm and homey.
And then I hear it.
“Rodrick! She’s here?!”
Before I can react, a woman appears—short, blonde, and way too excited. I barely have time to brace myself before she pulls me into a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Susan, Rodrick’s mom. Oh, you’re even prettier than I imagined!”
“Uh, thanks,” I manage, shooting a look at Rodrick, who just shrugs like, Yeah, this is happening.
His mom pulls back, holding me at arm’s length. “Rodrick never tells us anything about his personal life. You should’ve seen my face when he said he had a girlfriend. I almost dropped my coffee!”
Rodrick groans. “Mom.”
“What?” She waves him off. “I’m just happy to meet her. Oh, come in, come in! We’re just about to set the table.”
I follow her into the dining room, where a younger boy sits at the table, flipping through a comic book. He glances up, eyes narrowing slightly.
“You’re Rodrick’s girlfriend?”
“Greg,” Susan scolds. “Be nice.”
“What? I’m just saying.” Greg shrugs, then looks at me. “You do know he’s, like, the worst, right?”
“Hey, shut up, loser,” Rodrick snaps, dropping into a chair.
I grin. “Oh, I know.”
Greg blinks, clearly not expecting that. Then he mutters, “Huh. Okay.”
That’s when I feel a tiny hand grab mine.
I glance down to see a little kid—Manny, I recognize him from Rodrick’s rare stories about him—staring up at me with big eyes.
“I have a girlfriend too,” he announces proudly.
Susan gasps. “Manny! Since when?”
“Since yesterday,” he says, like it’s obvious. Then he looks back up at me and asks, completely serious, “Do you like dinosaurs?”
I nod. “Who doesn’t like dinosaurs?”
Manny grins, clearly satisfied with my answer. “Okay. You’re my second girlfriend now.”
Rodrick groans. “Oh my God.”
Greg snickers. “Dude, you already have competition.”
Manny tugs at my sleeve again. “Rodrick is gross. Do you wanna be just my girlfriend instead?”
Rodrick drops his fork. “Are you kidding me? Mom, tell him he can’t steal my girlfriend!”
Susan barely holds back a laugh. “Manny, sweetie, she’s Rodrick’s girlfriend.”
Manny huffs. “Fine.”
This is amazing.
Dinner is… interesting. The food is good—spaghetti and garlic bread—but the conversation is pure chaos. Susan keeps asking me questions about school, my family, my plans for the future (Rodrick groans at that one). Greg watches me like he’s trying to figure out why I’d willingly date his brother. And Manny? He spends the whole meal making dramatic faces at Rodrick and occasionally whispering, “Rodrick is a doo-doo head.”
Rodrick spends most of the meal making sarcastic comments and kicking me under the table whenever his mom gets too nosy.
At one point, their dad, Frank, comes in late, looking exhausted. He gives me a polite nod, sits down, and immediately starts ranting about something Rodrick did last week. Rodrick barely reacts, just shoveling food into his mouth while his mom scolds him and Greg smirks like he enjoys watching his brother get in trouble.
It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s so different from my own family’s quiet dinners.
And I kind of love it.
After we eat, Rodrick grabs my hand and tugs me toward the stairs. “Alright, we’re done here. Bye.”
“Rodrick, wait—” Susan starts, but he’s already leading me to his room.
The second he shuts the door, he groans. “I told you my family was annoying.”
I flop onto his bed, laughing. “I like them.”
He gives me a look. “You like them?”
“Yeah. Your mom is sweet, Greg is funny, and Manny… well, he’s trying to steal me, but other than that, he’s adorable.”
Rodrick snorts. “I knew that kid was trouble.”
I smile and lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Not worried, are you?”
He grumbles something under his breath, but I can tell he’s relieved. And maybe even a little happy.
Yeah. I think I’m gonna like being around the Heffleys.
