Black Sheep Rodrick X Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 7- You're Really Not A Good Boy

"Do you think I'll need a rabies shot? God, what kind of squirrel just attacks like that out of nowhere?" You sit back on the hood of an abandoned car. Rodrick is laying down next to you with a notebook and has been scribbling for half an hour God knows what. The sun was still high enough in the air that the temperature was warm, but was slowly getting colder as the sun started to dip behind the big screen. Rodrick let out a small laugh.

"Honestly, if you had rabies, I'd pay to see it. You, foaming at the mouth, absolutely feral, haha." Rodrick lets out a snort as well while still writing things down. You hit his arm lightly, eliciting another ow from him.

"Rodrick, you brought us out here. What are we doing to even clear our heads? I'm pretty sure you gave me a concussion!" You hated to complain this much but honestly, Rodrick was the reason you ditched school because he kept asking personal questions. And Rodrick was the reason you were out here and then got attacked by a freaking squirrel and now just sitting and shivering while he writes down whatever he's been writing down.

"Okay, okay [Y/N]. We are out here to write a song. I've got some things down, I'm not the singer of the group, that's Ben's job. But we need a song that can win and judging how the talent show went two years ago, I'm worried this town just can't handle Löded Diper." Rodrick sits up and hands you his notebook. You see some lyrics about being an outcast and people judging once again. It could be good, just minor tweaks like not trying to rhyme loser with poser. Honestly, has this boy even read a book?

"You are probably right, I've seen the video and you guys were good. Some of your lyrics are questionable, but still sounding good together. Why don't I ask Mabel if you can rent out the studio or something." You hand the notebook back and offer a weak smile. Rodrick takes the notebook back and puts it away in his backpack.

"Honestly, if we could sit down with someone who knows the ropes of recording professionally, it would really help us." Rodrick shakes his head and slides down the hood of the car. You jump off as well, dusting whatever dirt may have fallen onto your pants.

"We should get back, I have to babysit soon. I can drop you off at your house and you can meet me at 5 at my house?" Rodrick starts to head back towards his van and you follow after him.

"Are your parents aware that I'm going to be helping you babysit?" You cross your arms as you walk through the dead grass and gravel field. You were now regretting leaving your coat in the van and if you probably brought it with you. You would have had at least some protection from that damn squirrel.

You finally reach the van and Rodrick grabs the passenger side door handle from you, effectively stopping you from getting into the car and out of the cold.

"No, not yet, but they like you and would appreciate you being there to ensure that I am not being a bad boy. I would appreciate you being there." Rodrick said softly. Ouch. You hated when Rodrick went soft on you. He was making things difficult keeping them purely professional and now he wants to add in stuff like appreciation? Sure, you'd like a Thank you, [Y/N] everyone once in a while, but this mushy stuff? You quickly focus on something else.

"I thought being a bad boy was like your whole personality? What are you going to be a good boy now because of the Program?" You take the handle from Rodrick and finally get yourself seated into the van. You go to grab the door's inside handle to shut it and Rodrick once again grabs the door and stops it from closing.

"I'd be a good boy for you. So you could finally accept that we can be friends. And that you're definitely in love with me." Rodrick smirks and then opens his eyes real big while shutting your door. You watch as he keeps eye contact with you smiling as he crosses over to his side of the van. Your hand quickly moves to the wheel and you lightly tap the horn. Rodrick jumps from the sound as he passes the hood of the car, glaring at you. You wait until he shuts his door to start speaking again.