Black Sheep Rodrick X Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 1- Death by Basketball

Hello, author here. This is a Rodrick x Reader fanfic. I will include some fanfic lingo and add them in at the top of each chapter if you're new to this, that way you can easily read the story. This is actually my first [Y/N] fanfic so if you have any tips, let me know! I'll appreciate it and the story will be better off for it. Thanks, enjoy!

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You usually are a seriously hard worker, but today was the day you did NOT have to prove that. Moving day usually meant you could be sitting on a lawn chair in a bikini, CapriSun in hand, music blaring on the radio. Your only job was to make sure the movers did not screw anything up. You were an expert in moving since this marked moving truck #12 in your 17 years of existence on this flame ball of a planet. Moving wasn't always awful and neither was being the new kid. You knew you wouldn't be around long enough anyways for any friends, which is the way you liked it. You grew up with more than anyone would ever need. Being an only child to a CEO meant your childhood was filled with money and desperate friends. You learned around maybe move #6 to just be alone by yourself rather than lonely surrounded by these so-called friends. You get to live out your mysterious girl fantasy and everyone is better off for it.

SWOOSH! You feel the breeze of something heavy fly right next to your head. You whip your sunglasses off to see two boys trying to hide behind the moving truck. You get off the lawn chair to see a basketball still rolling through the yard.

"Hey! Get over here. I can see you, yeah, you two trying very badly to hide behind the truck.," Both still aren't moving. So you go to grab the ball and notice a name sprawled in Sharpie. HEFFLEY.

"Heffley! If you want your basketball back, I suggest you come claim it before I head next door and ask where you live and make a house call to your mom!" That seemed to get both boys to come out, as slowly as they did. One was wearing a baseball tee in blue and gold that said Westmore Middle School. His dark hair stuck up in three places around the crown of his head. He looked so nervous that you were going to kill him. The other looked like he might cry. He was chubbier than his friend and wore a t-shirt with the face of Joshie, the pop singer for tween girls. Must be laundry day at his house to wear something like that. Even you wouldn't be caught dead in that.

Both stood in front of you looking like they were going to piss themselves. "Okay, now, which one of you is Heffley?" You crossed your arms over your chest and watched as the two boys were sweating from the hot Plainview sun and from the guilt of almost killing a teen girl with a basketball. Wearing your bikini top helped keep you cool, but you were wearing shorts still because a few years back in another state on yet another moving day, apparently being in a bikini on your own lawn was deemed 'inappropriate.'

The skinnier of the two spoke up, "That's just a ball we found! We just came over because we wanted it back, we really don't know any Heffley!" He stuttered over almost every single word. And the other one's face was so squirmy looking you were scared his face might get stuck that way.

"You are bad at lying," You turn to the chubby kid, "And you have such a bad poker face. Also, don't write your name on things if you don't want to get caught!" You walk back over to the lawn chair and grab your CapriSun. You march back over to the two boys and look at them expectedly. Both looked even more confused that you had yet to do anything.

"Well? Let's go to your house. I'm sure your parents would love to know what their son is doing for his summer vacation. Throwing basketballs at unsuspecting teenagers just trying to move into her new house." You head towards the curb of the street, both boys still reluctant to follow. The Joshie fan makes the first move to follow you home. "But you're not even moving anything. Those guys are. You're just sitting in your yard, drinking juice." That one starts to lead you down the street while his friend still stood in disbelief in your yard. He would catch up soon. Or the smarter option would be for him to get to his house before you do.