Beast of the Band •

01.

rm: this is about RODRICK HEFFLEY, not DEVON BOSTICK,, the appearance however is devon bostick. please, i do not make fanfics about real people. 

a/n : f/f = favorite food  ×

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pe·cu·liar |

strange or odd; unusual.

@𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊-𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘

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The murky-brown waters drifted and rippled below your feet. Bubbles arose and swirled around in clouded mini tornados, often spewing out a handful of small dead things and carrying them downstream.

The amber sun reflected across these waters, making the dirty trait of it much more distinguishable to your eye .

The small things left in these waters danced together and waltzed in the single apricot beam, a wet cigar, a pink brush and a single poster. You'd bend down into a capital C to inspect and observe it, your head leaning so far that you could even see soda stains and make out a baby fish gnawing on the perimeter.

You were tempted to pick up the poster, after all, "Löded Diper"was a very peculiar name for such.

It has been ages since you used to go river diving, you'd remember the clear shiny river, a river where it seemed you could drink the water from, the fishes greeting you with warm hues and multicolored scales. The comfortness alone of the old river and the soft rays of sunlight hitting against your skin would make you instantly attached to the river, as if it was speaking to you in a graceful and gentle rhythm, listening to every single sentence and word you spoke. You sighed, if you could, you would go back in time to the precious memories of that delightful river.

You leaned even further into the murky river, grasping the wet poster with your hand. You watched as the baby fish cascaded off of the perimeter of the poster, and landed with a plop into the river. 

You'd scooch off of the metal and cold railing guarding the river, sprinting back home, for the sky was fading out salmon color into a midnight blue.

The ring of a buzzing noise came out from your left pocket, however, the sounds of the night hushed the noise immediately. You'd continue walking off to the sidewalk, only a couple of feet away from your residence.

However, not even a single minute later, you'd hear the buzzing again. The mind-numbing buzzing tired your ears out, so you decided to give in and just looked at the cellphone.

5:00 PM 11/05/7   THU ∎∎∎∎◫

mom

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"Y/N??"
"Y/N???"

"Why aren't you home?"

"5:56"

"Or else I'm throwing away the  [ F/F ], love you!"

" 💖"              

4:59 EST    

           -- 6 UNREAD MESSAGES --

                                                                                               y/n       

                                                                                               ---

                                         "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming home."

                             "I just went to the bakery! That's all :)"

                                                                                           " 💖"                  

                                                                                  5:10 EST

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You'd sigh at the texts on your phone, wiping the screen of brown splotches and cramming it back into the pocket of your sweatpants. You opened up the folded poster, observing it closely and noticing multiple imperfections. Multiple people on the front page, numerous instruments scattered around in the background and foreground. 

"A...band?"

Your eyes would widen when you glanced to the direct front of the page. The person felt familiar, the smudged eyeliner, wrinkled shirts a pungent smell of axe and bodyspray.

"...Rodrick? Oh...the bedhead goth.." you'd giggle a bit at the thought of him starting a legitimate band, "hey, sucks I haven't told him the back of his head is flat."

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a/n : a new chapter is coming soon!! not sure when because procrastination stay tuned tho el oh el  ×