𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ⟪𝟏⟫ // ❮✓❯

Music, Weed, and Tattoo Designs // R. Heffley

"Hot girl summer, here I come," I mumbled to no one in particular as I walked out of the changing rooms and towards one of the loungers that lined the Plainview Public Pool.

I knew he was watching me, as usual, but I didn't want to crack under his stare this time. I wouldn't give in to having his eyes roaming my figure, that I painstakingly managed to get down two sizes throughout the spring.

I stuffed my tote bag under the lounger, then stretched out on it and let the sun work its magic on my, still, pale skin.

I lay there for a little while before I started to get bored. How the fuck do people lay here for hours? I fidgeted in my chair before sighing and heading for the water. I slowly slid into the clear water and relaxed at the edge of the pool.

I looked around as I floated before making eye contact with him after what seemed like years. His chocolate brown eyes that matched his fluffy hair bore into mine as I lightly kicked under the water to stay afloat.

He suddenly got up, not breaking our gaze as he marched over to Heather Hills and slipped his arm around her waist. Correction, my best friend's waist.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to make me jealous before swimming to the other side of the pool, already feeling nauseous.

Heather and Rodrick had been dating for about a month. Yep, a Heffley boy, I know. But anyway, after a week or so, Rodrick found out that my best friend of 9 years cheated on him with a jock. He had immediately crawled into my room since he lived next door and our windows face each other and cried to me about it for a solid two hours.

And that would've been fine... if he hadn't decided that two could play her game.

Uh-huh. He cheated back. With her best friend no less, savage. Back to the point, Rodrick and I had been screwing on the side since he found out that Heather cheated one time. At first, I didn't know how to hide it until I realized that she was never going to ask. So I just never brought it up.

A couple of weeks before Summer Break started, Rodrick broke it off, claiming that it was the right thing to do or some bullshit like that. I tried to avoid him as much as possible, but I still had to prove I was alive every once in a while.

I did text Heather yesterday saying that I didn't want to come to the pool today, but she just gave me a typical condescending response. It sounded something like, "Oh well, you're too boring to come out anyway." so, of course, I had to come after she all but dared me to.

I lifted myself out of the water and walked back to my lounger. Coming here was a mistake, I cracked under pressure. I grabbed my tote bag and made my way back to the changing rooms to leave.

I got to the lockers fixed against the wall and fumbled to unclasp my key from my wrist to get my spare clothes. I had just about got it off when a deep voice growled into my ear.

"Where'd you think you're going, Kitty-Cat?"

Rodrick. Of course.

I sighed and continued like he wasn't even there. Bad move. He spun me so I was facing him and held my body to the lockers by pinning my hands above my head. I glared at him, making him smirk.

"The fuck you think you're doing, Acid Boy?" I snapped quietly, I really didn't need to be lectured by Heather for her boyfriend pinning me to the changing room lockers.

"Someone's snappy today, aren't we?" He joked with a smirk.

"Dude, move. Go back to your fucking girlfriend," I ordered and tried to shift so my hands weren't so uncomfortable.

"Why would I, when I can just tease you here." He grinned.

Before I could ask what he meant, I felt his large hand moving downwards. Gracing over my hip bone and letting it rest on my upper thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

"I'm breaking up with her, Mixie." He mumbled into my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth and nibbling softly.

"W-Why?" I stuttered, immediately cursing myself for it.

"Because I want you." He murmured, his nose barely touching the skin covering my neck as he ghosted his lips across the joint between my shoulder and neck.

"You had your chance, Acid," I spat, biting his cheek to startle him, before twisting my way out of his grasp and facing the metal locker again, "Now, fuck off."

"What's wrong, Princess?" He says with a smirk, rubbing his hands up my sides in comfort.

It takes all my self-control not to spin around and smash my lips onto his, but I will always remember that he made me like this. A stone-cold bitch on the outside, a pile of rubble on the inside.

"You're the one who ended this, remember. Don't just come back when you're bored, or lonely, or shitfaced, or horny," I spun to face him again and poked his bare chest with my finger, "Don't come back, unless you fucking mean it." I whimpered slightly towards the end.

I pushed off his chest again and grabbed my stuff from the locker, hurrying to a stall to change in. I quickly did so, and was about to leave, before I heard Heather's muffled voice having what sounded like an argument.

"You can't just leave. After everything I stayed for, that's it?" Heather's high-pitched voice snapped.

"I met someone else, Heather." Rodrick's familiar voice admitted with a sigh.

She scoffed and spat, "There's no one else like me, Rodrick." at him.

"No, there isn't. That's exactly my point, she's so much of a better person than you." He said proudly, with so much confidence before footsteps echoed away.

I heard Heather's offended, whiny scoff, and 'mean girl' flounce, probably looking for a jock to immediately replace Rodrick with. Fucking whore.

I scrambled to leave the changing rooms as fast as I could. Darting past people and hastily getting to my car. What the fuck did he just do? I silently wondered before his voice rung out across the parking lot.

"Minx!" He yelled, making my shoulders shoot up and cringe internally. I felt like a child who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

I couldn't even look at him as I dropped my shoulders, listening for the sappy romance speech that comes at the end of the movie. I sighed as I watched the ground next to the tire of my car, my ears perking up at the sound of running across the lot.

"Princess, please, I didn't want to end it. Honest, I didn't! I was still with Heather then, but I'm not now! Please, just- can we just make it how it used to be? You and me in your room listening to my music, high off our asses, and watching you draw your tattoo designs in your notepad?" He pleaded, pausing occasionally to try and figure out the right words.

Fuck. That was actually a pretty good sappy speech, I had to give him that. I slowly turned to him and sighed, the desperate look in his eyes was not helping. I swallowed, my throat suddenly becoming dry as I quickly racked my brain for something to retort with.

"I- I, um..." I literally couldn't think at that moment, "Rodrick, I-" I could not think of what to say, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to say right now." I admitted finally.

"I was kinda hoping for a better response, not gonna lie." He looked down and scratched the back of his neck.

"Look, Acid, I like you. A lot. But you fucked that up, for my ex-best friend, and it hurt like hell." I said sorrowfully, a look of defeat overcoming him, "But..." His head snapped up, eyes meeting mine, "Maybe a night like we used to is a good enough band-aid to make me forgive you?" I offered with a slight smile on my lips.

Rodrick's face contorted into joy and relief before he pressed his lips swiftly to mine. I responded quickly and dropped my bag to the floor, bringing my hands up to his fluffy ass hair I loved so much. We pulled apart and smiled at each other, our foreheads resting together.

"Thank you." He mumbled.

"Always, Acid," I mumbled back before encasing our lips again.

{Book: Diary Of A Wimpy Kid}