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

18- #1 Groupie

Author's note: This chapter is in Rodrick's pov, tell me if you like it 🧍🏾‍♀️

"I don't know, man, it does kinda sound like you are jealous." Ben tells me as I open the garage. 

"Yea Rodrick, why do you care some much who she goes on dates with." 

"It wasn't a date, it was a hangout." I correct Chris. "And y/n's my best friend, and I'm like her only friend." 

"Aren't we her friends too." Chris says unplugging the speaker wires. 

"Yeah, but only because of me."

Chris and Ben share a look, something they'd been doing a lot around me. I ignore it, as I always do, and we continue to move our instruments into my van. Once everything is inside, we get in the van and I start driving. Not to the gig, but to y/n's house. 

I send her a quick text message to let her know I was outside before hopping out of my car. 

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 :) -𝚢/𝚗

I smile when she replies instantly. Quickly putting it away and replacing it with my normal scowl. And as she promised, a minute later, y/n is outside the house and practically skipping towards me. Well, at least doing her best attempt in those big black boots. 

I swallow as I take in how she looks. I told her she didn't have to dress a certain way for the concert, but she insisted. 

*y/n we both know this isn't heavy metal*

But she looked hot as always, so who cares.

She was wearing a tight cropped black shirt with a skull on it. Not a scary skull or even a regular one. A cartoon skull with a bow on it. Her bottom half was a short leather skirt stopping at her thighs with fishnets and lastly a pair of long black boots. Also, leather, which added a few inches to her natural height. 

"See anything you like." She says with a smile, hands motioning up and down her body.

"You look so fucking cliché." 

Her lips pull into a dramatic frown. I smile at the expression, and she does the same. Happily, she walks well, more like a waddle. To the other side of the van and gets into the car.

The drive to the gig is quick. Once we were  there, we all get out and start moving things out of the van. When we're done,  the boys go backstage, leaving me to help y/n find a good spot in the crowd. 

"Make some noise for Löded Diaper."

It's a roller coaster of anxiety every time we perform. The planning and thought of it is pure excitement. Then you're actually sitting on that stage and your body is buzzing with nerves. Finally, the lights are on us, and we just  start playing. Almost like my hands start moving on autopilot. 

Nothing really compares to the feeling. 

"I know the drummer!" y/n yells. "He's my best friend! GO RODRICK!"

Except maybe having sex. With y/n. I twirl one of my drum sticks in my fingers and point it at her with a smile. We play a few more songs, ending the last one with a drum solo. And even though my focus is on my drums and even when the crowd roars cheering me on, y/n's voice is the only one I hear. 

"You guys did so good!" She exclaimed,  practically jumping into my arms and pulling me into a hug. Voice rough from yelling. 

Our bodies swing around as we struggle to keep balance. I hold her tightly, so we won't fall over. Once we have some balance, I set her down, loosening my hold but breaking the hug.

"We're we really that good?" I ask only so I can hear her say it again. My voice rough as well. 

"So good, I think I might have to be Löded Diapers number one fan." 

"You mean my number one fan." I tell her with a cocky expression. 

She makes a fake thinking face. 

"I don't know about that. I kinda have a thing for guitars to be honest." She teases me  her fingers playing with my hair at the back of my head. 

I scoff dramatically. 

"Drummers are way better." I whisper against her neck teasing her back.  

"You have to be really good with your fingers to play those strings, though."

Not replying to the comment. I drag my lips against her skin from her neck to her jaw, then her ear. A small gasp leaving her at the feeling. 

"And I'm not good with mine." I hummed before pulling away and looking into her eyes. 

She stammers for a second. 

"I never said that."

"Good because my number one fan would never say something like that." 

"I guess that makes me your number one fan." 

"I guess it does." She smirks. 

Unknown to me or y/n the other boys watch from afar as we talk. 

"Maybe he isn't in the friend zone." 

"The way she was screaming his name in there, definitely not."