"She's an angel" Rodrick heffley x black fem reader

11- Can I ask you something weird? pt.2

You'd be lying if you said you were immediately comfortable being "Friends" with Chris and Ben. It took you a day or two to fully believe they didn't know anything about what you and Rodrick did. But when you did, you actually found yourself enjoying spending time with them.

But something about it seemed to make Rodrick irritated. You assumed it was because now that you were inside on the joke, you could tease him along with Chris and Ben. That or the fact every time you hung out now was a group thing and not one on one.

Not wanting it to cause some distance between the two of you. You decided to invite rodrick over for a sleepover.

In all your years of friendship, you two had never had a real sleepover. Of course, his parents were fine with it. For obvious reasons, yours weren't. But when your dad approved of your brother having five boys over without speaking to your mom first. She wanted to use Rodrick as a way to get back at him. And Rodrick sleeping over meant so was Greg and as an extra measure Rowely too.

With the boys occupied downstairs, you and Rodrick were having the sleepover of your dreams. You were halfway through your first as Rodrick would call them "chick flick". At first, you were honestly worried that Rodrick might not find anything in your long list of activist interesting. But without expecting to, Rodrick was actually enjoying himself. Either it was the fact that he finally had you to himself or the fact that you were so close to his face.

"Stay still." You told Rodrick, who couldn't stop moving.

"It's fucking cold" He complains as you continue to spread the mask on his skin.

You could have been doing this while sitting down, but then again, they wouldn't be as fun as the feel of Rodrick hands on your hips. Fingers finding their way under your pink sating Victoria's Secret pajamas. One of his thumbs occasionally stroking your skin. But usually in unison.

You sitting down would also make eye contact a lot less bearable. As if you weren't struggling from this angle already. As if having his deep brown eyes piercing yours as he looked up at you wasn't enough.

Rodrick normally didn't like eye contact. It was one of his dead giveaways when he was lying. But with you, it was a must for him. Like now, as he stared into your eyes while you focused on applying the cucumber mask to his skin. When your eyes meet his, and you freak out and look into another direction. To him, it was cute making you nervous. You were cute.

"Please don't get it in my eye." You told Rodrick who was no standing above you.

"Trust me, I won't. I've got great aim." He assured you.

"I've used the bathroom at your house before and trust me I know you don't, and I don't see why you can't just use the silicone brush. Its more sanitary."

"Because I know what I'm doing. It's just a face mask and won't it like ya know kill the germs."

"That's not how face mask works."

"Whatever y/n I'm not a-"

The door swung open before either of you could register it. The sudden movement startled Rodrick, causing him to spray cucumber mask across your face and in your eye. You yelled at the feeling and ran to the bathroom.

"Yall good in here?" Your dad ask standing in the doorway.

You both ignore him. Rodrick joining you in the bathroom to wash your eye.

"What that on your face?" He asks suspiciously.

"Cucumber." You say in unison as Rodrick holds your bonnet from getting wet as you cup water around your eye.

"Oh ok." He says, more suspicious. "Well if you need anything you know we just down the hall. Goodnight baby." He tells you smiling. "Goodnight Rodrick." He says less sincere before leaving the room.

Too worried about getting anything else in your eye, you moved onto painting each other's nails.

"Can I ask you something?" Rodrick says facing your tv.

"Of course." You tell him applying a glob of black nail polish to his nail.

"Would you ever do that?"

You look up, and he nods toward the movie you were using as background noise. You hadn't been paying much attention to it, so while his finger cured, you watched. After a few minutes of watching, you got the gist of it. Basically, the two main characters were friends pretending to date each other to make their exes jealous. To make it more believable, they were making out at a party.

"Like friends with benefits?" You questioned him for clarification.

He shrugs. "Yea, like ya know, for practice."

"Relationship practice?"

"No sex practice." He clarifies.

You took a breath and went silent, returning your attention to his nails. Rodrick does the same, giving you a moment to think. He watches as you dab the small collection of bristles into the white nail polish. You were giving his nail a small skull design. Or at least what was supposed to be skull.

"You don't have to say yes." He tells you worried he'd made you uncomfortable. "It's just like an idea."

Your eyes don't leave Rodrick's hand. You knew if they did, he'd be able to tell how they'd darkened.

"Yea, I know, I just need time to think about something like that." You say more to yourself than him.

"Is that a no?"

"No, but it's not a definite yes."

"So it's a maybe."