Maniac // male reader x Roderick Heffley

🎸chocolate🎸

another day, same dream.

I rode my bike today, my mom was called in early and I don't have a drivers license nor a car.

entering the school I saw students making out, fighting and eating junk food. it's 7 am!

walking to my class I passed Roderick. he was with his friends, talking.

I quickly headed to the room, not wanting to distract him.

english passed, we wrote a test the whole period. I had a bad feeling about it but it was always like this. 

bad feeling, but good outcome. it was boring and not very interesting. mom was used to me getting great grades, expecting a B- at least.

after school was basketball and I rode my bike to heffleys.

i rang the bell after leaning my bike next to their garage. Frank opened the door. "oh, hey m/n nice to see you, uh, roderick is in the garage. just that way." he pointed to a door.

"oh, hello mr. heffley, thank you." I said with a smile and opened the door. there was Roderick.

his mom stood in the door frame, holding a magazine. "oh, hello mrs. heffley-"

"hi y/n, what do you think this is?" she held a womens soft porn magazine between her fingers, so naturally I said that what I thought it was.

"you're right, and would you mind telling Roderick and his band, since they don't have secrets from another, what's wrong about it?"

"it's uh, sexualizing the women, making her an object of pleasure and desire?"
"again, correct. what do you have to say to all the women out there, roderick?"

"I'm... sorry women." he mumbled clearly embarrassed. his band members clapped and cheered but stopped as Susan's gaze killed them.

"house arrest for two weeks-"
"but mom!"
"four weeks! but y/n can come to tutor you and I get your keys to the van."

his members left, giving him pats on the back. his mother left too, leaving me and him alone. "uh, that was awkward." I tried to lighten the mood.

"just... shut up..." he left his drum sticks on the drum itself. we went to his room, preparing the essay.

he showed me the notes from yesterday. "in what order do I write it?" he asked.

"oh, so we're getting right into it? okay, let's see... I'll put a red point next to the intro stuff and you'll try to sort out the main part."

we worked silent for the rest of the day, only exchanging a few words. we finished surprisingly early, I mean the assignment, of course.

"so... you're in a band?" I tried again to start a conversation. "mhm."

"what's it called?"

"löded diper."

"oh, uh cool. so... you're the drummer?"

"yeah..."

"nice. do you have any other hobbies?"

"no... what... uh... about you?"

"I play basketball. do you write your own songs?"

"sometimes, we cover mostly."

"what kind of bands? like nirvana or..."

"you know nirvana? they're the best!"

"uh, who doesn't? I love them!"

we went on talking about our common interests, learning about each other. he wasn't acting his usual tough cool  guy role, showing me his passionate, soft side.

he laid back on his bed, locking his hands behind his neck and propping up one leg. he sighed loudly.

"what's up?" I asked him. "oh nothing, I'm just feeling better after having that argument with mom."

I smiled at him looking back at him. "you're welcome my guy, call me whenever you need someone to talk."

he nodded, smiling slightly. I laid next to him. "dude, what are you, gay?" he laughed and tried to push me off his bed.

"funny how your mind went right to homosexual activities." I said back, fighting back. "well you lay right beside me, after getting very sentimental." he accused me and threw a pillow on my face.

i pushed it off, finally getting the top hand. i sat on his hips, holding the pillow above his face. "no homo bro." I said, looking down at him.

he turned red, because I hesitated, capturing his delighted expression. the pillow fell out of my hands as Roderick tried to move, making me loose my balance.

I didn't want to hurt him, catching myself with my hands beside his head, making him turn even redder.

I froze. shit. slowly, almost instinctively after seeing the red, cute boy under me, I leaned in for a kiss.

my eyes flickered from his eyes to his rose lips. I felt his breath hitch. just a centimeter away from heaven-

"Greg! Roderick! Dinners ready!"

I snapped back to reality. faster than he could react, I removed myself from him, standing up.

"sorry, uh, I'll be leaving, this never happened, sorry again." I apologized, turning around.

a... hand gripped my wrist.

what's this? a romance novel?

"could... you finish it?" he asked, not looking into my eyes.

"I'm trying to... figure out my... uh, sexuality anywa-"

I stopped him. I grabbed his neck and his waist, pulling him closer.

leaning down, i smelled his minty breath.

he quickly closed the gap between our lips, crashing our teeth against each other.

i groaned, snapping my head back. "ouch, let's try that again." I smiled.

he looked away embarrassed.

turning his head with my hand to me, I closed the gap.

his lips were so soft and cold.

he lost strength in his knees and I held him up with one of my legs.

"you okay?" I asked worried.

he just stared at me and regained his strength, removing himself from me.

he still stared at me.

"I... think you need to leave." he stuttered.

I left.

I just left.

no goodbye.

heading straight (or not, ah haha) to my bike and driving home.

that... was...

a

mistake.

fuck....