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

16- First time for everything, pt.2

Content warming: smoking weed. 

"You've never smoked before?" Chris asked, surprisingly shocked.

"Uh, no."

Drugs and alcohol were never things you really had any interest in. Even though you had access to both, you were still too worried about getting in trouble. 

It's not like any drug dealer would take you seriously, and knowing your parents, they would immediately notice any missing alcohol. Both of which were risk you weren't willing to take. 

"Do you want to ?" Ben asks.

You think for a split second before Rodrick chimes in. 

"You don't have to." He tells you. 

"I know, but I want to." 

Chris and Ben share a look at your innocent interaction before looking at Rodrick, who's eyes were on you. The two laugh to themselves at some type of inside joke. Causing Rodrick to give them the side eye. 

"Relax, man, it's not like it's addictive." Ben jokes. 

"Yea, let her live a little." Chris says, starting to light the blunt he was holding. 

You and Rodrick stay silent while they take the first few hits. Him giving his friends a meaner look, it softening when his eyes land on you. 

"Here." 

They pass the blunt to you, and you realize you don't know what to do with it. You bring it to your lips and take in a cautious breath. The smoke fills your mouth, but nothing happens because you didn't inhale correctly. Before the boys across you have a chance to laugh, Rodrick takes the blunt from you. 

"Don't say anything." Rodrick warns them. 

You didn't know much, but this definitely was an interesting way of smoking. 

He brings the lit end to his lips, motioning you to come towards him with his other hand. You obey the request and scoot closer to him. You put your lips on the opposite end and Rodrick blows. Smoke quickly fills your mouth, and you inhale everything you can. 

Going against your first instinct, you hold the air in your lungs for as long as you can. Probably too long, by the way a heat fills your chest, and your dramatic coughs afterwards. 

The boys laugh at your struggle, and Rodrick passes you a water bottle. You gave him a small "thank you" and took a big sip.  The three start their normal rotation, occasionally passing it to you. It takes a few times, but with Rodrick's help and Ben and Chris's commentary, you finally inhale properly. 

Thirty minutes later Rodrick's van filled with a light fog, Chris and Ben were gone and Rodrick was lighting another blunt. He smokes alone, you were feeling too lightheaded to take another hit and instead getting a contact high this time. 

"I think I like being high." You tell Rodrick with your head in his lap. 

"Yea, what do you like about it?" He spoke soft and slowly.

"I think I like, like the feeling and like I like smoking and-" 

You struggle to get your thoughts out, causing you and Rodrick to burst into a fit of laughter. You two laugh for much longer than necessary, you still stumbling over your words. 

"Like I like smoking with you and-" 

"You already said that." Rodrick cuts you off.

"No, I said I like to smoke, but I think I like smoking with you more." 

"Why?" He questioned. 

"Because you're fun." You tell him with a toothy grin and half lidded eyes. "And I like love doing everything with you." You pause. "Don't you love doing everything with me?" 

You'd expect him to think for a moment before answering, to deny and come up with some excuse on how some things are in fact easier without you. Then you would have to force the answer out of him, but he doesn't. Instead, he agrees immediately. 

"Yea, I think I love doing everything with you too." 

"What!" His words make you jump, and your head leaves his lap. Leaving it to feel empty. "You do!" 

Slightly embarrassed by your reaction, he doesn't say anything. His hands lazily find your hips, and you quickly move to sit on top of him. You both smile, and he lets out a low groan as your weight settles on him. 

"Do you really like doing things with me?" You question him, genuinely looking for an answer. 

He doesn't reply but goes in for a kiss, which you dodge, so he brings his lips to your neck instead. 

"Don't get all shy now." You tease him. "Answer me." 

You tug lightly at his hair,  forcing his eyes to yours. 

"We're best friends, y/n you know that."

"And."

He lets out an annoyed sigh, a fake one. 

"And we do a lot of shit together, so I have to like love doing it."

A notification pings  your phone and your head turns towards the sound. 

"You are so fake." You tell him before you go to check the notification. 

Rodrick watches you open your phone and start to type, waiting for you to return. But it takes longer than he expects. 

"Who is it?" He asks you.

You ignore him and continue texting. He watches you giggle and smile at your screen. His face scrunches in confusion once the person you were texting calls  you. And to his surprise, you pick it up on the first ring. 

"Hiii." You say in an over cheerful tone, that toothy grin returned. 

"Who is it?" He asks again. 

"It's no one." You tell Rodrick and continue with your conversation. "No, I'm just with a friend, yea the one that was with me at the mall." 

*No one huh*