One Hell of a Summer! Rodrick Heffley x F!Reader pt.1
Summary: Rodrick thinks Greg's going crazy when he told him that Rowley's older sister was hotter than Heather, I mean, that's just ridiculous! Rowley's sister? Hotter than THE Heather Hills? Nahhh that can't be true...right?
With summer vacation coming up, Rodrick's annual plan of sleeping all day and watching TV all summer might just change this year.
Word count: 1,579
Tags n Warnings: Rowley's older sister! Reader, Angst, Fluff n all that but !!NO SMUT!! only suggestive scenes, curse words, scenes based on dog days movie, Reader has navel piercing and vertical labret, Mcbling! Reader , time period of their summer vaca is from early june 2012 - early september 2012
Author's Note: I accidentally deleted the first AND second draft of this story...
"...right, Greg?"
"Huh? Uh, Yeah!" His head quickly turned to a smiling Rowley. He nodded in agreement to whatever his best friend asked him, which was probably about summer break or something. His sight reeling back to the teen girl plopped on the sofa.
Rodrick would never believe this....
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Sounds of laughter echoed through the Heffleys as Greg stood by Rodrick's room, looking at his older brother like he was some kind of hollering crackhead by the Kwik-4-U Mart.
Rodrick got up off the floor after laughing maniacally, "That's just ridiculous, lil' bro," He patted Greg's shoulder as he crouched down to his eye level, "everybody knows no one in this boring town's hotter than Heather Hills. You should really get your eyes checked,"
He stood and passed by Greg, drumsticks in hand, "or maybe the baby hippo's weirdness is starting to rub off on you?" Laughing as he walked down the stairs, earning a sigh and eye roll from Greg.
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It was the last day of school before summer break at Westmore Middle School. Every student was all trying to make the other sign their yearbooks.
The school was soon in your peripheral vision as you catch a glimpse of your younger brother talking to a blonde girl with his friend.
With the hoard of middle schoolers on your way and occupied parking spaces, you opted to park your car next to a creepy white van. As you got out of your car, the big Löded Diper painted on the van's side put you to a stop, "What the hell is a Löded Diper?" removing your shades for a brief second as you looked at the van in judgement.
Students parted like the red sea, head turning as you walked by, heels clicking on the pavement. This town really was nowhere near the big city of New York, and that was what you loved about Plainview. It was quieter and slower. After your persistent asking, begging, and listing reasons why you should move back to Plainview, your parents finally decided to agree. They didn't want you to leave New York City, as for them, it is a city full of big big opportunities.
They weren't wrong. But for you, New York is also a city full of big big rats. They should've seen the rat you found at your apartment last month! OR the rats you go to classes with!
You now saw your brother again with Greg but the blonde girl was nowhere to be seen, a boy your age with messy hair was there instead. Though he seems to be in pain as he was clutching his right foot.
"Y/N!" Rowley excitedly waved at you as he saw you walking towards them. Making the other two turn their heads towards you. There you were in your plaid miniskirt and white tank bedazzled with the word "Angel" on it, juicy couture bag on your shoulder.
Rodrick swore you were an angel sent to him by the Gods while Greg swore he was about to vomit 'cause his brother had weird disgusting heart eyes and a dopey smile.
"Ew." Greg whispered to himself, grimacing in disgust. The look on his brother's face really nearly made him vomit.
Walking past the two boys, cutting Rodrick's dazed stare. You quickly sidehugged your brother and ruffled his hair, "How's school?"
"It was fun! We signed each other's yearbooks today!" You nodded at Rowley with a smile as you diverted your attention to Greg.
"Hey Greg! You coming over again tomorrow?"
"Maybe anothe—"
"Yes!" The messy haired teen quickly cut off Greg and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Greg here will be there tomorrow with me."
"What?!" Greg frowned, "Rodrick you've never—"
"Mom said I should come with you tomorrow for us to bond"
"She did no—" Rodrick smiled at you and quickly put a hand over Greg's mouth before he said anything any further. Greg slapped his hand away in disgust and muttered something about Rodrick needing to wash his hands.
You turned to the boy your age with flyers on his hand, pointing your head towards Rodrick, "He a friend of yours too, Rowley?"
"Uhh..He's Greg's Brother..." Rowley said, looking a bit terrified which made you squint in curiosity.
You turned your attention back to the boy, raising your eyebrow as you looked at him up and down, your eye caught the words written on his shirt. You chuckled in amusement as you crossed your arms at him, "Löded Diper?"
"Uh, yeah," Rodrick smirked at you trying to act cool, "I'm the drummer. You know, we played so loud once that we made someone's ear bleed,"
A weird band name with an even weirder drummer..
"Uhm, okayy," Scrunching your face in disgust but nodding your head either way, "Let's go Rowley,"
"Wait! I mean, not literally!" Rodrick quickly defended himself after his lousy attempt of flirting.
"Bye Greg!"
Greg returned Rowley's wave as he faced Rodrick, "You should really stop telling girls that, Rodrick. It's kinda disgusting."
"Shut up butt face!" Rodrick exclaimed, smacking Greg in the face with a handful of flyers, "She's just trying to play hard to get," He murmured.
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First day of summer vacation and Greg is starting his first day—with playing Twisted Warlock all afternoon.
He had everything perfectly planned for summer including making sure that his dad won't know about him playing video games all day. Clearly, his perfect plan was flawed and failed miserably based on what he told Rowley. He told him everything. From his 'totally not flawed' plan to his and his dad's plans for the weekend. Rowley didn't understand why Greg was upset about spending time with his dad this summer, but nonetheless, he still tried his best to comfort his best friend.
While Greg and Rowley chatted away, Rodrick has also been chatting (more like flirting) with you from the moment him and Greg came over. He's been telling you about how his band is going to have their big break soon and not-so-subtly asking you out this summer.
And you're not mean enough to say no to him. I mean, sure he was kinda weird but to be honest, he also is kinda cute.
"Sure"
"You– I– What?" Rodrick was taken back by your smile and calm demeanor, expecting an eye roll or turning him down or something meaner like every other girl he took interest in.
"I'll hang out with you this summer."
Rodrick chuckled and internally pumped his fist in celebration, mind running wild as he thought of all the places he could take you on a date with. He had a 30-minute shower and drowned himself with perfume for nothing!
Your parents won't be back until later from their date night so you were the one who would be cooking dinner tonight. Living with an aunt who is a professional chef for a while definitely had it's perks as you successfully made dinner without setting the house on fire. Rodrick helped set the table as you finished cooking.
"Dinner's ready!"
After a while, the four of you finished dinner. Rodrick immediately stood up grabbing the remaining plates as he saw you about to take plates from the table to wash, "I'll help you with that"
Greg looked at him weirdly as this was very out of character for his older brother. Rodrick insisting on helping with chores? Heck, Rodrick back home would've acted like he was allergic to chores or something! Seeing his brother insist on helping with chores felt real weird for Greg. Did he hit his head?
Rodrick didn't notice Greg's weird stare as he went after you to the sink.
"So uhh how'd you get Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson's permission?"
You briefly looked at him in confusion as you continue to wash the dishes, "Huh?"
"Your piercings I mean," Rodrick pointed to his lip, "They don't seem to be the type to, you know, allow their children to have piercings, especially at our age."
"Oh! uhm, I kinda didn't ask them?" You chuckled, placing the last plate by Rodrick's to dry off, leaning back on the sink as you watched him dry the dishes, "I got this pierced by a friend back in New York. They definitely didn't take it well though, lost my car privileges for this. New York subways are literal fever dreams!"
Rodrick laughed, "You should definitely help me get in touch with that friend of yours."
"You definitely do not want to lose your van and band privileges for this, Rodrick." You shook your head as you laughed, earning a shrug from him, "Piercings would look nice on you though."
It was time for the Heffleys to go home. You and Rowley followed them to the porch to bid your goodbyes.
"See you again soon, y/n" Rodrick smiled but soon faltered as you stood silently, looking at him like he forgot something. He laughed nervously, "What?"
"Say Heffley, how exactly would you contact me?"
"Right! I knew I forgot something!" He slapped a hand on his forehead, scrambling to find a pen from his pockets. You popped open your glitter pen as you reached for Rodrick's hand which was feeling his pockets for a pen. Rodrick admired you as you were so focused on writing down your number on his clammy palm.
Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Greg was right. You definitely were a lot better than Heather Hills who won't touch him with a 10 foot pole even if it meant scoring a date with Justin Bieber.
"There!" You two looked at the slightly smudged numbers at his palm, "Call me soon"
"I will"
It was absolutely going to be one hell of a summer vacation for Rodrick.
cool. [Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader] (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)
(from the vault)
You start working as a babysitter for the Heffleys, but a certain someone seems to be bugging his parents to go out more often. Why?
Words: 6,164
Warnings: like one slight sexual/porn innuendo
[. . .]
"What do you mean someone to watch me?” Greg yelled, exhasperated.
Rodrick laughed out loud at the whole situation. “Wait is little Greg here getting a babysitter?”
“Yes, and she starts tomorrow night," their mom replied, matter-of-factly.
“Mom, I’m in seventh grade! I don’t need a babysitter!”
“We’d believe it if the last time we left the two of you alone you hadn’t directly disobeyed the only thing we told you not to do and thrown a party while we were gone," their dad explained.
“Wait. Mom. So I don’t have to watch him? Like ever again?”
“No but you should be ashamed of the reason why-”
“Hell yeah!”
“Rodrick-” He was already up the stairs on the way to his room. She sighed.
“Mom you can’t do this to me. Do you know how bad it'll be if the guys in my grade find out you got me a babysitter?”
“They’re not gonna find out, sweetie.” She patted his head.
“And it’s not negotiable.”
“What your dad said.”
"Dad!”
“I’m sorry, kid! But if it makes you feel better, since Rodrick will be here and we’re getting a babysitter because we can’t leave the two of you alone, she’s teeechnically his babysitter too, right?”
“It doesn’t make me feel better.”
“I tried," he shrugged.
“Where are you two even going tomorrow?”
“We’re having dinner! " Susan exclaimed, excited to talk about it. "Alone, finally, because-”
“Wait couldn't she technically be Manny’s babysitter then?”
“Thank you for caring so much about what I had to say, son.” She sighed once again. “She’s not Manny’s babysitter because Manny’s gonna stay with your grandma.”
Greg huffed and made a point to be extremely loud when stumping upstairs to his room, immediately getting cornered by Rodrick.
“So… a babysitter, huh? And I thought your seventh grade couldn’t get any worse.”
“D´you think it’ll be that bad?”
“Dude they probably got you an old lady who smells like a museum whos gonna make you eat soup at like five PM and sleep at seven.”
Greg widened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, worried at the thought of what his brother was making him imagine. “You think?”
“Yup. And I’m not even talking about the total humiliation it's gonna be if someone your age finds out.”
“Crap.”
“Good luck with that.” Rodrick was obviously enjoying the mere thought of the torture that was going to follow.
. . .
“A babysitter?” Rowley asked, rather loudly. Greg quickly put his hand over his best friend's mouth.
“Dude! Can you be quiet?”
“Hmmph!” Rowley tried to protest.
Greg released his hand from over his mouth. “Sorry.”
“Why do I need to be quiet?”
“Because I don’t want anybody to know!”
“Why?”
“Because it’s embarrassing, Rowley!”
Rowley just shrugged. “I wouldn’t be embarrassed. A babysitter sounds fun! Maybe she’ll read you bedtime stories! And play board games with you!”
Greg just looked at him incredulously. “Just don’t say anything about this to anyone., okay?"
Rowley suddenly started to look really nervous. “You know I can’t lie…”
“It’s not lying! It’s just not mentioning it! No one’s gonna ask about it.”
“Okay. Fine.” He didn't seem that sure about it, but Greg knew he'd try his best.
. . .
You took in a sharp breath before knocking on the front door. It took no time for it to be sprung open, and you were greeted by a smiling Mrs. Heffley. You retributed the smile.
“Hi Mrs. Heffley!”
“Hey, sweetie! How are you?” She asked as she ushered you into the house, startling you when she closed the door behind you as you walked in.
“I’m alright! How about you guys? Your dress looks so pretty!”
“Oh my God, thank you! You know it’s been ages since I’ve worn a pretty dress to go out, you can’t trust three kids with a pretty dress, they're always gonna ruin it.”
“Oh God that must be hell,” you laughed along with her. “Where are you guys headed tonight?”
“Looking forward to having dinner in peace,” she laughed again. “Manny!” she yelled suddenly, startling you yet again.
A little boy walked in in his diapers, holding his pants up with both hands.
“Manny can you just please put on your pants?” Mr. Heffley followed the kid around, frustratedly asking him for what you assumed must have been at leat a fourth time to put his pants on, judging by the tone in his voice and the sigh that accompanied it.
“No!”
“Manny!” Ms. Heffley yelled yet again. The kid did what he was supposed to.
“Um I didn’t- is Manny gonna be staying with me tonight?”
“No! No,” she laughed. “Don’t worry, we’re taking him to my mother’s house.”
“Oh, right. Okay.” You tried to let out how relieved you were. Little kids were a whole other level of difficult, specially at Manny's age.
“Darling are you ready?” Susan asked her husband.
“Yeah! Yeah.”
“Greg!” she yelled again.
“What?” The boy yelled back from his room upstairs.
“Y/n’s here! Come say hi!”
“Who’s y/n?”
“Your babysitter!”
He came downstairs. Very slowly. “Mom I already-” He stopped. “You’re not an old lady!"
“Gregory! We don't say that to people! What is that about?"
“I’m sorry! I meant- Rodrick told me my babysitter was gonna be an old lady who smelled like a museum."
"Of course he did," Mr. Heffley said, under his breath.
You pretended to smell yourself. “I think I might smell more like an art gallery maybe,” you joked.
“I’m so sorry about this."
“It’s fine, Mrs. Heffley! Don’t worry about it. Now you two go have some fun, alright? Come on."
“Yeah! Okay. Right. There’s money on the table, you can order whatever you want for dinner the kids will eat whatever. Just grab the money before Rodrick comes downstairs or he's gonna pocket it. If you need anything you can call, okay? Really, anything.”
“Don’t worry about it! I promise I’ll call if anything happens! But I think we’re just gonna stay and eat some food and watch some movies, right Greg?”
“Uh, yeah. I guess.”
“Please be nice, Greg. Oh and if Rodrick bothers you tell him I said he’ll be grounded if I hear he's not letting you work alright?"
“Sure thing! Thank you. Now go!” You joked, pretending to send them off.
. . .
You and Greg had both sat down on the couch in the living room.
“So. You’re not an old lady.”
“Nope.”
“Are you in high school?”
“Yes I am.”
“What grade are you in?"
“I’m a senior!”
“Oh. Rodrick’s a senior too.”
“Cool! I don’t think I’ve seen him around though.”
“Lucky.”
“Why’s that?”
“He makes my life hell!”
“Well don’t you make his life hell at least a tiny little bit?”
“Maybe a little bit.”
“That’s just your job.”
“Trust me no girls like him.”
“Whatever, Heffley. So what do you wanna do?”
“Can we play video games?”
“Depends on what you have.”
“Apocalypse of The Damned?”
“I have never heard of that in my entire life.”
“You’re gonna like it I swear!”
“Alright. But you have to bring me the money your mom left on the table, I’m gonna order us some pizza.”
“Deal!” He ran out to the kitchen, getting back with the money in no time.
. . .
“Hey I was thinking. Can my friend sleep over?” Greg asked, obviously having been preparing himself to do so for the past few minutes, while furiously hitting buttons on his controller as you scrolled through your phone, having gotten tired of playing at that point.
“Um. Is your friend gonna give me any trouble?”
“No! You can- you can trust us.”
“Is he annoying?”
He seemed to take his time to think of an answer. “A little. But he’s pretty cool.”
“Fine, I’ll ask your mom.”
You clicked on Mrs. Heffley’s contact name.
hi mrs heffley
how's the date going? im sorry to interrupt
You didn't even have the time to finish writing the next text before she was calling you. You picked it up.
“Is everything okay?” Susan asked, clearly worried.
“Oh, yes. Everything’s fine, you don't have to worry! I’m so sorry to interrupt your date, Greg wanted a friend to stay over and I just wanted to see if that’s okay with you.”
“Is it Rowley?”
“Sorry?”
“The friend, is it Rowley?”
“Is it Rowley?” You asked Greg, leaning away from the phone, to which he just nodded his head yes. “Yeah, Rowley.”
“Okay, of course he can! And don’t worry, I’ll pay you extra for it.”
“Oh, that’s really nice, thank you. Now you should go back to your date, I'm so sorry to bother.”
“No worries! Are you sure everything’s fine?”
“Yes! We ordered pizza and we’re playing video games right now. Everything under control.”
“And Rodrick?”
“Uh, I haven’t really seen him honestly. He definitely hasn’t left his room though.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Bye!” You hung up.
“So?”
“Yeah, call your friend. Ask him if he has any board games we can play!”
Greg did as you said, and, in about half an hour, a little boy with a yellow shirt with a dog on it stood at the door.
“Are you Greg’s babysitter?’
“Uh yeah, I am.”
“Cool!" He looked at Greg behind you. "You told me she was old!”
“Rowley!”
“What? You did!”
You laughed at the interaction and let them do their thing, only asking them to stay by the living room so you could keep an eye on them. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone again as you knew the pizza should be about to get there.
The doorbell rang in no time. You stood up to pay for it, grabbing the large-size pizza and tipping the delivery guy, who didn’t look very friendly at all. You brought it in. “Hey Greg can you go call your brother?”
“Yeah!”
He ran up the stairs, and you set the box down on the dining table, Rowley sitting down. Greg came back.
“He told me to bring it to him.”
“Why?"
"He just doesn't wanna come downstairs."
"You don't have to do it.”
“What? He’s gonna beat me up for it!”
“Not with me here. I got you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Chill out.”
. . .
“Hey you little asshole? I told you to bring my pizza!” A voice exclaimed from the second floor, and Greg muffled a quiet ‘shit’.
“Hey don’t say that!” You scolded Greg for swearing as a reflex.
“Hey? Are you not listening?” Rodrick was clearly close to the kitchen now. He walked through the door. “I said get me so-” he stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you.
“Who’s this?” He asked the boys.
“That’s Y/N,” Rowley said, through gulps.
"And I'm right here you know? You could just ask me who I am."
“Well who are you? And what are you doing… here?” He leaned over the wall, in a poor attempt to look cool. You had to fight yourself tas not to laugh uncontrollably at the sight.
“Well I seem to be your babysitter for the night.”
“What?”
“Did you also expect an old lady? You know, that's a really common and really hurtful babysitter stereotype, you really should think about the things you say now.”
“Wha- huh- yeah- I’ll just-” He let out a weird laugh, and walked up to the table, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and stuffing it into his mouth, seemingly to shut himself up.
“Well we’re gonna watch a movie after we’re done eating. You wanna join?”
“Oh he’s not gonna-” Greg started talking, but Rodrick quickly interrupted him, almost choking on his food as he did so.
“Yeah! Yeah! What are we uh- what are we watching?”
“Zathura.”
“What the fuck is Zathura?”
“Don’t swear in front of them!”
“Sorry.”
Greg looked at Rowley like Rodrick had just gone insane. Did he just apologize?
You laughed. “I’m kidding. You guys don’t mind, do you?”
They both slowly nodded their head no.
“Cool. As long as you don’t repeat it in front of your parents, alright? Don’t wanna get me in trouble.”
“We’re not five!"
“Well you do look like it,” Rodrick commented, and Greg stuck his tongue out at him.
. . .
“This movie doesn’t make any sense,” Rodrick commented, pointing at the screen.
“It’s not supposed to! It’s a kids movie about a magical board game,” you pointed out.
“Let me guess, did Rowley pick this one?”
“For your information, I did. You got a problem?”
“No.”
Rowley had, in fact, picked this one.
Greg and Rowley shared a look again. This was getting bizzarre.
The movie was over in about half an hour, and it was time for you to put Greg to sleep.
“But it’s so early!” The boy complained, and you laughed.
“I know, but you don’t have to sleep now, you just gotta go to bed! I can’t, like, force you to sleep.”
He let out an annoyed groan before agreeing and pulling Rowley with him by the wrist. “Fine.”
“I’ll be upstairs in a few!” You yelled out, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes from dinner. It wasn’t really something Mrs. Heffley had explicitly asked you to do, but you had those extra minutes and wanted to get on her good side.
What you didn’t expect was to come in to find Rodrick still standing there, startling himself when you walked in.
“Uh hey!” His voice was high-pitched, clearly not expecting to see you there so soon.
“Hey.” You wordlessly walked to the sink, starting with the dishes. And then he offered to help you, which didn’t fit the image you had of him at all.
“What?”
“I said do you want some help? I can dry them.”
“Uh sure. Thanks.”
He just nodded, grabbing a cloth. “So did you put them to sleep yet?”
“Yeah they’re supposed to call me when they’re ready. Then I’m pretty much done.”
“Are you leaving like right after?” Was he… disappointed?
“Well not right after, your mom still has to pay me.”
“Right. She paying you extra for the dishes?”
“No,” you laughed, “just wanna score some points. This job’s good money, you know? But don’t tell her I said that.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
You nodded, a little awkwardly. “So what’s the deal with the van?”
“What?”
“The huge white van parked right outside? I assume it’s not your mom’s.”
“Yeah.”
“Couldn’t you have picked a better color?”
“What?”
“You know something other than the classic creepy white van?”
He actually laughed. “I don’t think a creep would have ‘löded diper’ written on the door.”
“Maybe you’re just trying not to look too suspicious.”
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” Was he… flirting? Well, that was… an attempt.
“What, are you inviting me? You know, I was taught not to get into creepy white vans with strangers.”
“We’re not strangers!” He held his hand up for you to shake, which you did. “I’m Rodrick.”
“Y/N.”
“So. Ho'wd you end up babysitting Greg out of all people?”
“I mean, your dad posted something about it in the newspaper and my mom told me about it. Some extra money, you know?”
“And you’re sure it’s worth it? I mean he’s a big pain in the ass.”
“Aren’t all brothers?”
“I’m not.”
“Right. You’re like a dictator to him!”
“No I’m not!”
“He was scared you were gonna beat him up if he didn’t bring you pizza.”
“He’s dumb. I wasn’t gonna beat him up that badly.”
You laughed. “Well, we’re done. Thank you for the help. You can go now if you wanna.”
“You sound like a mom.”
“Oh my god! Stop trying to make me sound old! I'm some granny cinderella who turns into an old lady who smells like a museum when midnight strikes," you teased him, and he scrunched up his nose in embarrassment.
"Right. He told you about that.”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry. To be fair, I never had a babysitter, you know? I just thought they were all old and boring.”
“Do you think I’m old and boring?” You joked.
He snorted. “No, you’re pretty.” His eyes widened, realizing what he’d just said. Way to go. “Not in that- well not that you’re not pretty, you are, but you know what I mean. You’re uh- you’re pretty compared to what I- expected?"
It was stupid, but you could feel yourself blush a little. Why was it that you always fell for the most absolute idiots? “So I’m pretty… compared to an old woman.”
“I think you should let me start over.”
“But-”
“Y/N!” You heard Greg yell from upstairs, and you left the kitchen to go see him, going up the stairs and entering his room.
“Okay, we ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you brush your teeth?”
“Yes!”
“Both of you?”
“Yup.”
“Okay I’ll believe you. But your mom told me you’re on thin ice.”
Greg rolled his eyes and both boys got on the bed.
“Okay, goodnight. If you don’t sleep right away don’t make too much noise.”
“Are you coming over tomorrow?”
“Why, did you actually like me?”
“Just a little.”
You smiled. “Well no. But I think I might next week.”
“Cool! ‘Night, Y/N!”
“‘Night!”. You closed the door behind you, and walked downstairs to wait for Mrs. and Mr. Heffley to return so you could go home.
You stopped on the hallway to send your mom a quick text saying you were fine and should be leaving in a few before making your way to the living room.
To your surprise, Rodrick hadn’t gotten back to his room. Instead, he was laying on the couch, his entire body draped over it as he scrolled through his phone. He sat right up when he saw you. “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey. You not have anything to do?”
“I’m offended. But no I don’t.”
You laugh, sitting down beside him. “Okay. Well your parents must be on their way, so. Don’t have much to do either.”
“You wanna watch something?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well a real movie.”
“Zathura’s a real movie! I like it!”
“You actually do?”
“Yes!”
“Whatever. Well an adult movie I mean.”
“Uh, an adult movie?”
“No! Not that kind!” He was blushing furiously and you found it hilarious.
“Yeah whatever. What do you have?”
You ended up settling on a Marvel movie, but you barely had the time to start it before the doorbell rang, and you had to go get the door.
“Hey Y/N! I’m sorry we took so long, we had to go get Manny.”
“That’s fine! Rodrick and I were just about to watch a movie!”
“Rodrick came downstairs?” Mr. Heffley sounded genuinely surprised.
“Well you can finish it if you want!”
“Oh, no, I really should get going. We can finish it another time.”
“Oh well. Okay.” She put Manny down and grabbed her wallet, handing you your money. “Here, with the extra from Rowley. Hope they didn’t cause too much trouble.”
“Oh they were so cool! I was surprised.”
“Oh that’s great to hear! If they haven’t traumatized you too much we’d love to have you sit them again.”
“Oh definitely! Just give me a call.”
“Thank you, Y/N. Are you driving home?”
“Oh, no, I’m actually walking. I thought we’d be done a little earlier.”
“Oh that’s not good, we can take you-”
“I can take her!” Rodrick yelled, almost falling off of the couch in his eagerness. He stood up, walking toward you. His dad looked like he was short-circuiting.
“Are you sure?” His mom asked.
“Yeah! Come on, let’s go.” He walked quickly past the front door and into the white van.
“Sure. Bye Mrs. Heffley!”
“Bye sweetie! Tell me if he bothers you too much!”
You walked towards the van, getting in on the passenger’s seat. He turned the engine on in silence. There was an awkward atmosphere surrounding you, and you didn’t know why.
You cleared your throat. “So uh. Thanks for driving me.”
“Yeah it’s chill. Where do I turn?”
“Oh let me just- give me your phone.”
“What?”
“So I can put the address on the GPS?”
“Oh. Sure.” He handed it to you after unlocking it, and you did as you said.
“Turn left in 200 feet,” the disembodied voice said, and he did.
“You don’t have to uh- do these things for me. You know, drive me home, help me with the dishes. It’s nice, but I’m not gonna tell on you if you don’t.”
“I know. I uh. I want to.”
“You wanna do the dishes?”
“I wanna help you.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Fine.”
You got home pretty quickly, as you didn’t live a long way from the Heffley residence, and got out of the car.
“Thank you for driving me! Goodnight.”
“Yeah!” Rodrick yelled back, and waited for you to get in to drive off. There was a smile on your lips you couldn’t shake off, and you felt stupid for it. Was the weird wannabe rock band kid really having an effect on you?
. . .
On wednesday, you got a call from Ms. Heffley again. And then on friday, and saturday, and sunday. This could not be normal, right? But it was money, so you obviously wouldn’t refuse it. So you pulled up to the Heffley residence for the fifth time on sunday, knocking on the door as usual.
Greg opened it this time, greeting you with a confused expression. “You’re here again?”
“Miss me, kid?”
“Are they going out again?”
“Apparently.”
“Mom, Y/N’s here!”
“Oh hey sweetie! Thank you for coming!”
“No problem! Where are you off to today?”
“Well we’re going bowling. Rodrick found us these pamphlets at the mall and wouldn’t stop bugging us about trying it out, so we decided to give it a go.”
“Oh he did?” That was strange.
“And you seem to have things so under control! I can’t believe we’ve been going out so much!”
“Well I’m happy to hear it. When will you be back?”
“I’d say eleven if that’s not too late for you?”
“Oh definitely not! As long as Rodrick can drive me.”
“Oh that won’t be a problem. You ready, darling?” She asked her husband, who walked by holding Manny in one arm and a huge bag in the other.
“Yeah.”
"Everything there?” Susan asked him, referring to the bag. She turned back to you. “Manny’s staying over at my mom’s for the first time today. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Yeah!" You exclaimed, not really getting all the excitement about it. You supposed you would if you were his mom. Right now you were just happy you didn’t have to watch over him too. Little kids were always more difficult.
“Okay bye everyone!”
Greg and Rodrick were right behind you the moment you closed the door.
“Can we make pasta?’ Greg asked, and damn, the little dude must have had some sugar because he looked like he’d downed like three energy drinks at once.
“Well yeah. I make a killer pasta. Is Rowley coming today?”
“Yeah!”
“Cool.”
“Do you want help with the food?” Rodrick finally spoke up, and Greg looked at him like he was speaking Greek.
“Sure.”
“Are you okay?’ Greg couldn’t contain himself from asking him.
“What do you mean, assface?”
“Did you just offer to help with the food?”
“Yeah?”
“Who are you?”
“Oh shut it, dickhead.” You didn’t miss the nervous glance he gave you, clearly signaling something about you to Greg. And then Greg seemed to figure something out, his eyes going wide.
“Oh! Is that why you-” Rodrick looked alarmed, putting his hand against Greg’s mouth to keep him from talking, but he managed to get himself free. “Is that why you’ve been trying to get mom and dad to go out all week?”
“Uh sure. Well I’m already hungry so I’m thinking early dinner and then we can make dessert?”
“Yes!” Greg yelled.
“Okay but if we’re making the food you gotta set the table. Deal?”
Greg groaned in annoyance, but agreed. “Fine.” He went on his way, and you and Rodrick made your own way to the kitchen.
“So,” you started, as you grabbed the pasta from the cabinet. “You’ve been trying to get your parents to go out all week.”
He looked everywhere but at you. “Uh, I don’t know what the kid’s on about.”
“Well, shame. Cause I was gonna thank you.”
“For what?”
“Well the more times a week I work the more money I get right?”
“Oh right. Right. So yeah you can thank me.”
“So you were setting them up to go out. Why?”
He shrugged, trying to seem cool. “Wanted to be alone.”
“You’re not alone now. You could be in your room. Or like out with your friends or whatever.”
“I didn’t anticipate that you’d actually be cool.”
“Oh you think I’m cool?”
“Yeah.”
The water started to boil, and you threw the pasta in the pot, stirring it with a fork.
“Cool. You’re kinda cool too. You know when you’re not trying to be impressive.”
“I’m not trying to impress you!”
“I didn’t say you were trying to impress me .”
“Well I was.”
“You were.”
“Did it work?”
“Why’d you want to impress me?”
“Cause you’re cool. I wanted you to think I’m cool too.”
“Huh. Maybe I do.”
“Cool.”
“Y/N I’M DONE! I THINK ROWLEY’S HERE !” Greg’s voice came from the dining room.
“I didn’t hear the doorbell, are you sure?” You yelled back, walking past Rodrick to get the front door. Maybe you were too lost in the conversion to hear it, because the boy was standing right there when you opened it.
“Hey Y/N!” He said with a smile, greeting you with a hug, which was very on-brand for the kid.
“Hey Rowley. You alright?”
“Yeah! I brought water balloons!”
“You did?”
“Well they’re not full of water yet so they’re just balloons but yeah.”
“Cool! You should tell Greg!”
“Will you play with us?”
“Oh I don’t know, I don’t have clothes I can get wet-”
“Well that’s not a problem!” Rodrick said, and you frowned in confusion. “You can borrow mine!”
“Oh I don-”
“C’mon, Y/N, you really gonna disappoint the boy?”
“Shut up. Fine, but you’re playing too.”
“Deal.”
“Yes!” Rowley exclaimed, before taking off, presumably to go find Greg.
“Well you wanna go up to my room?” Rodrick asked, apparently having otten some confidence from out of the blue, sporting a cocky smirk.
You laughed. “You wish. Just bring me a t-shirt.”
“Yeah. Someone’s gonna be looking like the number one Loded Diper fan out there.”
“If you bring me a white shirt I will beat you up!” You yelled, and he was already on his way upstairs. You took the past out of the pot, mixing it with the sauce you’d made, which was the easiest one you could find.
Rodrick was back as soon as you set the pot down on the table, handing you a gray shirt that , of course, had ‘loded diper’ written on it in terrible handwriting.
“Thanks.” You draped the shirt over your shoulder and all of you ate in silence, apparently all stupidly hungry for some reason.
You were done pretty quickly, but made sure to get Greg and Rowley to promise to help with the dishes this time, since there were more.
“Okay! We’re gonna get changed!”
“Yeah me too!” You yelled back, making your way to the bathroom, changing into Rodrick’s gray shirt.
It didn’t hang as loose as you thought it would, and you laughed at the thought of Rodrick wearing a tight shirt for no reason. You supposed it was an old one he decided to turn into loded diper merch. Loded diper. What a stupid fucking name. You guessed it was fit.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door. Rodrick. “You done? These kids are little demons, they talk so much!”
You laughed, unlocking the door and grabbing your own shirt before opening it.
“Hello?” He looked wide-eyed, like his brain was malfunctioning, staring profusely at his shirt. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, awkwardly. “Fine. The shirt alright?”
“Yeah. A lot smaller than I expected. Does Rodrick Heffley wear crop tops?”
He shrugged, embarrassed. “Sometimes. That bad?”
“No.”
“Chicks dig the crop tops, you know.”
“Oh do they?”
“Don’t you?”
“I guess I’d have to see you in one to give an opinion.”
“Yeah that’s not happening any soon."
“Shame.”
“What?”
“I said let’s go.”
You barely had the time to walk into the front yard before Rodrick was hit on the face by a huge water balloon. You turned to see a terrified-looking Rowley at the other side. Rodrick gained his bearings again.
“Oh you’re in, you little shit!” He seemed way too determined on winning this, but who were you to judge?
Him and Rowley occupied themselves with each other pretty much the whole time, as you did with Greg, until you got hit rather strongly in the back. You stopped what you were doing, which was aiming your next balloon at Greg, who was right in front of you, and turned around to see Rodrick laughing at you.
“Motherfucker-” you cursed yourself mentally for swearing in front of the kids, hoping they wouldn ‘t tell on you, and launched the balloon at him at full speed, it landing on his chest.
“Hey!”
You played for about half an hour more until the sun set, and you decided it was best to get back inside. All three complained, and you laughed at the situation, because you supposed you did sort of sound like a mom when trying to convince them to get in, but they ended up listening.
“Okay what are we watching tonight?” You asked as you closed the front door behind you and dried your feet on the mat by the entrance.
“Oh can we watch a horror movie?” Greg asked.
“Nope, we know how that ends.”
“But we’ve changed!”
“It’s been less than a week!”
“People change!” Greg tried to plead, but you knew Mrs. Heffley wouldn’t like it if you caved in.
“No can do, Gregory. We can watch that Adam Sandler movie you wanted though.”
“With the little kid?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine.”
You were halfway through a second movie when the boys decided it was time for dessert, and you still had a little while before the Heffleys came back, so you decided you’d all bake cupcakes.
They didn’t turn out as great as you wished they would, but also weren’t half bad. They were a little flat and maybe a little toasted on the top, but were otherwise pretty edible. You covered them with some frosting and ate them as you finished the movie.
It turned out when you were done the Heffleys still hadn’t come back, so you decided to put the boys to sleep then. You came back to Ridrick looking at you at the other end of the hallway.
“Hey,” you said, not expecting him to be there.
You stood there in silence for a few moments before he cleared his throat and started talking.
“Um do you wanna hang out? ‘Till they're back?” It was funny, with him. One moment he’d be full of confidence, flirting with you at the max, but, in a second, his entire demeanor would change and he’d look unsure, insecure to ask you anything.
You were starting to wonder if he wasn’t just being a stupid hormonal teenager and if he actually, maybe, had a little bit of a crush on you. But you wouldn’t entertain those thoughts, of course. First because you could be completely misinterpreting the situations, and second because you needed the job, and you hadn’t gotten enough of a read on his mom to know if she’d be cool with that.
Still, you did have nothing else to do but scroll through your phone as you waited. “Sure.”
“Oh! Cool. Uh, my room’s right there,” he pointed to a white door by his left, and you followed him in. It actually looked pretty cool. It was sort of exactly what you expected his room to look like, except maybe a little messier, if that was possible.
To each their own, I guess. It’s not like you were the cleanest person to ever walk the Earth. You sat down on his bed, and he opted to sit down on a beanbag just in front of you.
TIt's safe to say things were a little awkward. “Uh. So. Cool room.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
You studied the multiple posters he had glued to his walls. “Oh, The Cure. Cool.”
“Yeah. They’re not like super my style or anything. But they’re cool.”
“What would be your style?”
“I don’t know. Hard rock.”
“Huh. I don’t know. You just look like one of those guys who like rock but secretly listen to Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber or something when they’re alone.”
“What- what I would never- I don’t-” busted.
You laughed at him as he tried to deny it. “I think it’s cool.”
He stopped. “You do?”
“Yeah. Taylor Swift’s cool.”
“Yeah uh. Girls dig that.”
“Do you really know what girls dig or do you just make random guesses?”
“I’m well-informed.”
“Oh are you? You have a girlfriend or something?” Subtle.
He scoffed. “Pfft. Yeah.”
“Uh- huh.”
He gave in. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay”
“You're a girl. What do you dig then?”
“What a romantic way to phrase that question. I guess I don’t know. Never stopped to think of it. What do you think we dig?”
“Uh. Bad boys?”
You let out a laugh. “Yeah I guess. But it depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether they’re nice to us.”
“So you want bad boys who are actually nice.”
“Yeah.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Uh. But I can be nice.”
“Who said you’re a bad boy to begin with?”
“Um rock band? Cool eyeliner?” He motioned to himself, mockingly.
“Well who do you wanna be nice for?”
“Uh. You? Obviously.”
Your smile faltered. There was the confidence making an appearance again.
“What?”
“Uh. You know. So I can uh- practice. For other... girls?”
“Right.”
“Or maybe not.”
“Okay I ‘m lost.”
“Do you wanna go out with me? ” He blurted out at rapid speed.
Okay, sudden much? “What?”
“Uh. We could… go to the movies or something? You seem to like movies.”
“Right. But as a… date?”
“Yeah.”
You thought about it. It was just a date, it’s not like his mom would get mad about a date, right?
“Sure.”
“What?”
“I said sure.”
His eyes widened, he didn’t seem to have been expecting a positive answer. “Oh! That’s cool! That's- cool.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
He began standing up. “Well, do you wanna-” In that very moment, before he could finish, the doorbell rang, and you made your way past him, running downstairs and getting the front door.
“Y/N! How are we?”
You hoped the blush on your cheeks wasn’t as visible as it felt as you talked to her. “We’re great! Greg and Rowley are already in bed, Rodrick and I have been uh. Hanging out.”
“Oh that’s nice of him!” She turned to face her husband, who, in turn, grabbed your wrist.
“What have you done to him? Are you some sort of witch?” He asked you.
You laughed awkwardly. “Oh it’s all him! He was showing me the posters in his room, we like the same bands!”
“Oh do you uh. Like rock too?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Well we’re taking too much of your time. Is Rodrick driving you home?”
Oh, right. Shit. He was.
“Yeah I uh, think so.”
With that, he walked into your view, holding up the van keys. He’d apparently put on shades, probably so his parents wouldn’t see he had eyeliner on.
“Why do you have sunglasses on?” Mr. Heffley asked him as he walked past them.
“It’s called fashion, dad!”
Mrs. Heffley handed you the money for the night, and you went on your way, getting into the van with Rodrick, who, by now, didn’t need the GPS to get to your place. Except he wasn’t driving to your place at all.
“What are you doing?”
“Wanted a slushie. That cool?”
“I guess.”
He stopped by a 7/11 and bought each of you a slushie and some chocolate bars, which you ate outside. The wind started to get harsher, and you crossed your arms around your chest for warmth. He caught on to that, taking his striped hoodie off and giving it to you. You looked up at him, confused.
“What?”
“You’re cold.”
“Yeah but you’ll be cold.”
“Rockstars don’t get cold.”
“You’re not a rockstar.”
“Not yet."
You raised an eyebrow at him, unamused.
"Just take it!”
You did, and put it on. This one hung looser than the shirt you’d borrowed earlier. It did help. You tried your best to contain the smile that was insisting on forming on your lips. You knew it was dumb.
“Thanks,” you mumbled under your breath, and you could see him smirk, proud of himself. “You’re so cheesy. Wouldn’t take you for it.”
“I’m not cheesy. I’m just not an asshole.”
“You kinda are.”
“Shut up!”
You ate in silence for a bit before you decided to say what was on your mind. “Hey about that date?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t… I don’t know if we should do it.”
He tried to seem chill about it, but he looked a little hurt. “Why?”
“Well it’s not that I don’t want to! I do. For… some reason,” you added, trying to lighten up the mood. “But do you think your mom would be cool with it? I mean I don’t wanna lose this job and I don’t know if she’d really like us being alone if we’re dating.”
His face lit up. “So you’re thinking about dating me?”
Oh, you’d messed up big time now, he’d never let this go. “No! That’s not what I meant!”
“I think it is.”
“Fuck off!”
“Oh we’re using big boy words now?” He grinned.
“Shut up.”
“Well. Don’t think that should be a problem. They don’t have to know.”
“What do you mean?”
“What, do you tell your parents everything? They don’t have to know we’re dating.”
“Yeah but we’re not dating.”
“Not yet.”
“Shut up!”
“They don’t have to know we’re going on a date, then. Plus, the days you work can be like little dates.”
“Yeah except there will be two children up our asses.”
“You can manage.”
“Fine, Heffley. But if I lose my job you’ll be owing me. Like literal money.”
“Deal.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
[. . .]
A/N: sometimes ur 20 pages into a diary of a wimpy kid rodrick heffley oneshot and you ask urself wtf am i doing with my life. this is the product of that. i wrote this THREE YEARS AGO WOW so i edited some of it to post it here but nothing major cause i didn't want it to lose its energy lol. btw i was in fact like. actually in high school at the time lmao. luv yall!
warnings : not proofread, cussing, i have never read diary of a whimpy kid so all of this is (sort of) based from the movies, use of y/n, english not being my first language, i'm actually not good at writing the stories in my blogs are just me experimenting
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rowley jefferson and greg heffley are pretty much two peads in a pod. wherever greg goes, rowley will follow. normally that wouldn't bother rodrick much, he rarely even spends time with greg, much less rowley, he's too focused on löded diper. so when his parents suddenly announce that they are going to a "relaxing" getaway and they agreed for greg and rodrick to stay at the jeffersons house, greg was thrilled, rowley always stays at his house but he never stayed at rowleys but rodrick was not happy at all.
rodricks and gregs parents were all set to go, they had put all their suitcases and stuff in their trunk, they all said their goodbyes when rodrick asked, "do i have to stay at the jeffersons too? i-i'm 17! i can handle myself". rodricks dad sighed, "yes rodrick, you have to stay there too, don't worry, rowley has an older sibling so you don't have to watch over greg and rowley all by yourself!" his dad tried to make light of the situation but from the looks he got.... it was clear it didn't work, "yeah okay, let's go" his mom said before waving them goodbye.
greg and rodrick are walking to rowleys house with their bag slung over their shoulders, greg clearly being more excited, "rowley has an older sibling tho... maybe you two will get along" greg said, obviously trying to tease rodrick, unfortunately rodrick didn't give a fuck. he has seen both of rowleys mom and dad, he can't imagine rowleys older sibling would be diffrent.
after a while they finally arrived, "you knock." greg simply said, rodrick rolled his eyes "yeah right, rowleys your friend dimwit" greg sighed and knocked on the jeffersons household door, after a few moments rowley opened the door and invited greg in... and of course rodrick. rowley and greg wasted no time and immidietly ran to rowleys room to do... kid stuff? well, rodrick didn't care, he just needs to make sure they don't die right?
rodrick walked around the jefferson household, there were a lot of pictures, drawings... it looked like a perfect house... for a kid. a kid like rowley. it was too clean, too motivational, too- "you're gregs brother right?" rodrick turned around to see you. "damn..." he muttered to himself, "i- i'm rodrick- rodrick heffley! drummer of lö- löded diper!" oh god why is he stuttering?! he's totally embarrassing himself in front of a hotty. "i'm y/n" "y/n! yeah, hi. uhh- you must be rowleys..." he tried to think of something while pointing finger guns at you... for some reason, you can't be rowleys older sibling, you look nothing like him! "i'm rowleys older sibling" rodricks eyes went wide for a moment before he managed to control his facial expression, can't let a hoty know he's a loser- okay well he isn't but... we all know he kind of is. "rowleys... older sibling?" he still can't believe it, how can someone like rowley have an older sibling like... you? "well... we should talk about older sibling stuff... r-right?" rodrick was desperately trying to find a topic so you two can talk, but unfortunately that's the best he could think of. "uhm... sure? lets sit" you invited him to sit on the couch and rodrick seemed to be fighting with himself on whether he should sit closer to you or not. "y-you know i never seen you before..." rodrick spoke up first, "i've never seen you either" you countered. yes you're little brothers are best friends, but your dad quite dislikes the heffley family, saying that it's a bad influence to rowley, that's probably why you two never seen eachother.
after some more awkward conversations, rowley came downstairs, "i'm hungry..." rowley said, with greg appearing behind him. "think mom left some lasagna, can you please help check the fridge, rowley?" you asked and rowley obliged. rodrick and greg seemed... surprise? you and rowley weren't constantly fighting like them, rodrick smirked a bit to greg, clearly a lightbolb turning on, but when he looked back at you to say something sarcastic, the words got caught in his throat.
rowley didn't only check if the lasagna was there but also heated it up in the microwave, "oh? thanks rowley" you told him as he walked to greg to invite him to the dining room, unfortunately you didn't trust him much yet with those things so you excused yourself, when you walked to the kitchen you saw how he set the microwave timer to 20 minutes. you looked back at rowley and sighned, you changed the timer to an apropiate time.
you walked back to rodrick who was still sitting on the couch and invited him to sit in the dining room, he reluctantly obliged, but when he arrived there, he was a bit confused on where he should sit, 2 more seat options left, maybe it was obvious, maybe he was supposed to sit near greg because well... you would prefer to sit near rowley right? but what if you didn't actually want to sit near rowley? what if you purposely try to avoid rowley because he's an annoying duffus? maybe- "why haven't you taken a seat yet?" he heard your voice, "well- uhm- i was..." they all waited for him to continue but he decided it's best to just sit beside greg, you laughed a little.
after a few minutes the microwave timer went off and you pulled out the lasagna from the microwave and set it on the dining table with rowley helping you set the table. you excused yourself for a while to go to the bathroom, and when you came back, the lasagna was almost gone with a tiny piece left for you. you sat beside rowley, confused. "wheres the rest...?" you asked obviously and the heffleys just looked at you with awkward grins. "y-you can have some of mine!" rowley slices his piece in half to offer it to you, "no- you can have mine, it's okay" rodrick interjected and sliced his piece too, rowley was about to say something before rodrick shut him up, "it's okay, really!" rodrick was about to slide his piece to your plate but- "i'm fine, don't worry, don't worry. this piece is enough for me" you told them as you took the last piece of lasagna.
a few hours later, it was bedtime for greg and rowley... well it's also supposed to be bedtime for you two but you guys are old enough to not follow bedtime hours, that's for kids right? it was sort of easy convincing the two peas in a pod to sleep... or well go to rowleys bedroom. they promised they'll immediately sleep but it was obvious they were still playing, you just didn't wanna interrupt your brother and his best friend.
you went back to the living room to see rodrick just... being there? since he went into the jefferson household he didn't really know what to do, his initial thought about pranking his little brother and his best friend was ruined because he needed to get the best first impression from you. "you can sleep in the guest room by the way" you told him while pointing to the direction of the guest room, "the couch isn't really comfortable" you joked a bit, trying to make him less... tense. "oh- yeah. yeah i-i'm- i'm gonna go there. yeah. uh. bye?" rodrick tried to act cool and it was backfiring, but at least it made you laugh... yeah maybe he would rather have you laughing with him than at him but this is a start, right? you gave him a simple wave as he walked to the guest room. when he opened the door and saw that soft bed he threw himself on it. "did i make a fool of myself?" he muttered to himself and scoffed, "nah" he convinced himself and immediately fell asleep.
i tried to avoid making it a romance cause well... i'm bad at writing those, sorry ya'll
Summary; After Rodrick’s found that he likes his best friend, he begins to avoid her. And after a month of not talking to or being around her, it all changes the night he decides to lock Greg in the basement.
Notes; I literally wrote this in 10 hours and I think that’s a new record. It’s maybe poorly written but I just wanted to get something quick out and thought Rodrick would be a good “contestant”.
Warnings; Very little foul language, kissing(?) That’s all..
Word Count; 2,391
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“And don't have anyone over this weekend. Got it?” Mr Heffley scolded, pointing his finger at the two boys.
“Yes, yes.” Rodrick said, rolling his eyes
“Wait, what about Rowley and Y/n? Can they come over?” Greg asked.
Rodrick's eyes grew wide and his head whipped to look at Greg. Greg knew something that Mrs and Mr Heffley didn't, and something that Rodrick would kill him over if he ever said anything about it.
Susan looked at Frank and sighed, looking back at the boys.
“Fine. But only because Y/n will be here. She'll keep all of you three in line. Won't she?” Susan said.
“Yes, mom.” Rodrick rolls his eyes.
“Alright, let's go. Remember, nobody but the Jefferson's.” Susan says before closing the door.
Greg rushes to the phone.
“Get back here you little asshole!” Rodrick shouts, rushing after Greg and getting to the phone first. “No way.”
“Why? I’m just gonna call Rowley to come over. And Y/n.” Greg smirks.
“No you’re not. I’m the boss here so I say Rowley doesn’t get to come.”
“What? Why are you the boss?”
“Because I’m older, idiot. The older one is always the boss.”
It wasn’t really a problem at all, having Rowley over. But what the problem was, was that Y/n would be coming over, too.
Y/n Jefferson, was Rowley’s older sister. She was in the same grade as Rodrick and became friends with him when Greg and Rowley became friends, so a long time. The two were practically attached at the hip, it was rare to see them out and not with eachother or at least not in the same place.
And where the center of the problem lies, is that this now hormonal teenage boy, started catching feelings for the girl he had been friends with since he was 10 years old. And the even bigger problem was that Greg knew.
That being– whenever Rowley came over, he prayed that Y/n wouldn’t come either, because just even the thought of being around her, made his ears ring (or maybe that's just because of the most recent session with his band where he decided to not wear ear plugs) and stomach all swirly to the point he felt nauseous. He couldn’t say a full sentence around her anymore.
Unfortunately for Y/n, this gave her the impression that he no longer wanted anything to do with her. Not good. Rowley noticed her newly found sadness, her once cheerful self that always played with Rowley, now began to isolate herself in her room away from everyone else. He was her brother, and he had to know what was going on. So simply, he just asked.
Three knocks before he entered her room. “Y/n?” Rowley asked.
“Yes, Rowley?” Y/n answered, writing in her notebook in the dim lighting of her room.
“Do you want to play Twisted Wizards with me? I got you a new controller with my allowance.”
Y/n sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I can’t right now, Rowley. I’m busy, okay?”
“But you've only got your name and title on the page and you’ve been in here for hours. Are you okay?” Rowley said, concerned.
And then she broke. She began to sniffle and soon enough Rowley was right next to her rubbing her back.
Y/n turned around in her chair and wrapped her arms around Rowley, pulling him into a hug as she cried.
“What’s wrong?”
Y/n hiccuped before pulling away from the hug and wiping her eyes. “It’s Rodrick.” She sniffled.
You know that brotherly instinct that almost all brothers have about their sisters no matter how old they are? That’s what Rowley felt right now. He knew Rodrick was a little mean, but he was also practically Y/n’s best friend.
“What did he do?” Rowley said, his face plastered with a look of confusion and slight anger. It was hard for Rowley to hate someone because he was very forgiving. Last year proved that with Greg, but someone had just made his sister cry and that just didn’t sit right with Rowley.
“He just, I dunno. Stopped talking to me like, last month. He avoids me at school, doesn’t eat lunch with me anymore, and I think he even told his bandmates not to hang out with me either, because they do the same thing! I just don’t get it, Rowley. Do you know if I did something to upset him? Can you ask Greg?” Y/n waved her arms around.
Rowley knew exactly what the case was. And that’s because Greg can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him when it came to stuff like this.
Click.
Greg had told Rowley about a month ago that he started suspecting Rodrick was catching feelings for Y/n. He noticed that Rodrick started acting funny around Y/n. Like how he would get some new mean sort of confidence whenever she would come over. Like how he would get so red in the face you might suspect that Greg had played another prank on him. Like how he would start stumbling over his words like a kid with a stuttering problem. Or like how Greg saw discarded and crumpled up letters that he dedicated to Y/n.
“Oh. You didn’t do anything, Y/n. Rodrick just likes you.” Rowley shrugged.
“He liked me. Emphasis on the liked, Rowley.”
“No, Y/n. He like likes you. Like how mom and dad like eachother.”
Y/n lifted her head up slowly and furrowed her brows in confusion. “What?”
“Rodrick likes you, Y/n. Greg told me. He said that Rodrick likes you but doesn’t know how to tell you because he’s an idiot or something.”
“Really?” Y/n says with a smile.
The phone began to ring and Rowley left Y/n’s room to go pick it up.
“He likes me?” Y/n smiled to herself as she spun around in her chair, wiping her nose. “He likes me.”
Rowley ran back into Y/n’s room after about a minute of being on the phone with a concerned look on his face. “We have to go, Greg says that Rodrick locked him in the basement and we have to save him.”
“Oh, is mom okay with it?” Y/n asks.
“Yeah, totally.”
“Okay, alright, let’s go then.” Y/n sighed as she got up from her seat.
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Rowley sneaks around the house to go to the basement window where Greg was probably waiting.
“Rowley, why are you going down there, let’s just go through the front door.” Y/n says as she shuts her car door.
“Shhh, I don’t wanna get caught.”
Y/n shakes her head and waits, seeing Rowley come back to the front of the house and go in with Rodrick. Uh-oh.
She decided to wait it out, but when she found that Rowley still hadn’t come out after five minutes, she decided she needed to go in.
She went to a couple parties, but she was only in 11th grade, so not as many as movies made them out to be. As to how Rodrick got this many people to come to this party of his, she had no idea.
“Rowley? Where are you?” Y/n called out through the crowd. “Hey have any one of you seen a little kid? Red shirt? A little chubby?” She asked a small group of girls. They shook their heads no and walked away.
She huffed and turned around when the house phone started to ring.
“You, don’t touch that phone!” A voice calls out as the music stops. “Everybody freeze! Freeze. If anyone makes a sound, the party is over, and I am a dead man. So shh!”
Y/n turned around the corner into the living room to see Rodrick cautiously and anxiously walking to the phone.
“Hello? Yeah everything’s fine. I was just.. washing dishes.” Dishes? “No problem. Bye. Greg? Oh uh, he can’t. He’s asleep. I don’t want to wake him.” Rodrick talks on the phone as everyone looks at eachother, clearly bored. “The basement? What the heck are you doing down there? Wouldn’t you rather be up here, hanging with me?” Rodrick laughed nervously.
Y/n followed Rodrick as he left the living room and to the basement door, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall as he opened it and gave the phone to Greg.
“Yeah, mom. And I have your number if I need you.” Greg says before the call ends and the music continues.
“Listen up. If you do anything that embarasses me, anything at all, I will-” Rodrick says before Y/n cuts him off.
“You’ll what?” Y/n says with a raised brow.
Rodrick turns around and looks at her in horror. “I uh- I will uh- I will be totally cool with it.” He shrugs.
“Sure.. Hey, Rowley. Let’s go back home now, yeah?” Y/n glared, taking Rowley’s hand.
“What? You don’t want to stay?” Rodrick asks.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Rodrick stayed silent for a moment. He was no longer able to just avoid her, he brought this upon himself.
“How about we go up to your room for a second, yeah?” Y/n proposed quietly.
All Rodrick could do was gulp and nod. The two made their way up the stairs and into his room, with thankfully no one inside. Y/n sighs and sits on the bean bag in the corner of the room.
There was an awkward silence as the two sat across from eachother.
“So.. what have you been up to?” Rodrick laughed nervously.
“I dunno, but you’d know if you were still talking to me this past month.” Y/n felt bad for reminding him, but who wouldn’t be upset about something like this.
Rodrick looked down at the floor, clearly guilty. “Sorry.. It’s just…” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say it so I just avoid it.”
“Like your homework and chores?” Y/n laughed.
“Yeah, I guess.”
This is probably the most serious she’s ever seen him. He didn’t even laugh a little or crack a smile, he just picked at the nail polish on his fingers silently.
Y/n got up from her seat and took a new spot right next to Rodrick and put her head on his shoulder. He never had problems with it before, but now she noticed that he stiffened.
“Do you remember when we would just stay up here for hours doing whatever we wanted. Laughing so hard and yelling so loud that your parents could hear it all the way from the living room? Or even when we would just lie together in silence. The good silence.” Y/n said with a smile.
“Yeah. Remember when you got me grounded for a month?” Rodrick looked down at Y/n with a smile.
“That wasn’t my fault, Rodrick. You took the blame.”
“If I didn’t, then you probably wouldn’t be allowed here anymore.”
Y/n laughed and lifted her head and looked up at Rodrick, a now more comfortable silence filled the room for a minute.
“You like me, don’t you?” Y/n smiles.
“Duh. We’ve been friends for like, 7 years already.” Rodrick said as if it were common sense.
Rodrick obviously wasn’t the brightest out of the bunch in this chaotic family, and that was obviously obvious when he’s so oblivious to things like this.
“No, dummy. I mean like like. Duh.” Y/n laughs.
Rodrick’s mouth felt dry and he couldn’t talk again. If he tried to say something it was sure that only a single word would come out, so without even thinking, he let out that one single word.
“Yes.” He replied with a gulp. His cheeks and ears flushed a bright red.
Y/n grins and lays down. “So Rowley was right?” She said to herself.
“What?”
“Rowley. He told me that Greg told him that you may or may not like like me. He was right.” Y/n giggled.
“What?!” Rodrick’s eyes widened and he shot up. “I’m killing him, he’s so dead!”
“Oh my god, Rodrick, get down here and kiss me already, I’ve been waiting years for this.” Y/n pulled him down back onto the bed with a smile and he complied.
For a guy who thought he was hot shit, he was awfully nervous. His hands shook and he had no idea where to put his hands, how does one even kiss someone? And after what felt like ages, he finally managed to close the gap.
Y/n smiled as he kissed her gently and wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
They pulled away from eachother now out of breath, their lips swollen, and they simply stared at eachother in awe and disbelief. Rodrick had just kissed Y/n? And Y/n definitely did not expect that her childhood friend would be her first kiss, but she couldn’t be more happy that it was.
Y/n pushed Rodrick down onto the bed with a laugh and laid beside him, her hand on his chest and face buried in the crook of his neck.
“I really like like you, Rodrick. Like, a lot.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“Don’t get too full of yourself, now.” Y/n groaned. “Let’s go back downstairs. God only knows what our brothers are doing.”
“What? Who cares about them?” Rodrick says.
“Me? Let’s go, Rodrick.”
The last thing that Y/n ever expected to see as she got down there was Rowley leading a large conga line with some 16 year old girl holding on to him. Sister instincts had just kicked in.
