Waking up in Rodrick Heffley's bed a second time should not be a regular thing for you, but it felt like this was inevitable. The first time you met Rodrick, he got under your skin immediately and you wanted nothing to do with him. While you weren't the highest achiever, he definitely was below average. He seemed like a good for nothing guy, not even a bad boy. He just seemed like he would amount to nothing.
But.
But, you thought, he proved himself these last few months. Getting to know Rodrick Heffley was something... else. He made you mad, happy, and still somehow got under your skin.
But.
But, you thought, You weren't sure what to feel about him. Everyone already thinks you're together. It wouldn't hurt to just play into that fantasy a little longer would it.
But.
But, you thought, as you lay in Rodrick's bed; your arm wrapped over his torso and your chest pressed to his back. You can't help but count his heart beats and listen for the rise and fall of his breath. There's comfort in seeing him peaceful and not always pulling a shit-eating grin.
But.
But nothing. Rodrick always jokes with you about your feelings. About his. Now that you're sober (and with a killer headache) you can see him for what he really is. Someone who won't take the leap to admit his feelings. Someone who will ask you to undress in front of him, wear his clothes, and sleep in his bed. It was infuriating that he couldn't really admit how he felt about you, even drunk. You definitely felt it last night. He practically begged you to come over and you took the first chance you could get.
And for what? TO tell him off? To smoke with him? To end up in his bed once again?
You are better than that, [Y/N]. Way better.
You slowly unwrap your arm from his body and find your pants. As you get dressed, you catch a glimpse of yourself in his floor length mirror. You were still wearing his shirt. You quickly slip it off and put your original shirt back on. You slip on your sandals once more and leave through his bedroom door.
Right into Mr. Heffley.
"{Y/N}, what... Why are you coming out of Rodrick's room? It's 7AM. Did you spend the night?" Frank looks at you with his large eyes. His mouth is open staring back at you. Ah, shit.
"Mr. Heffley... Ugh, it's not what it looks like. Rodrick texted me last night about a birthday present, but I was at a party so I didn't see his text until it was too late so he told me to come over in the morning, but it seems he's still sleeping so I'll just come back another time." You try to push past Mr. Heffley, but quickly realize that he is not going to believe that story when his wife has probably mentioned that she thinks Rodrick likes you. And you visibly cringe when he calls you out on it.
"{Y/N}, it's fine that you and Rodrick are... exploring your relationship, but please do not sleep over without permission." His large blue eyes pierce yours and it feels like he can see past your eyes, through your skull, and onto the wall. Why was he so bug eyed??
"Uh, yes sir. Bye, Mr. Heffley." You take off for the stairs and run your hand down the banister as you quickly hop down towards the front door.
"Oh and {Y/N}?" You stop at the first landing of the stairs and turn back to Mr. Heffley. "Happy birthday, kiddo." You let out a 'thanks' and quickly go down the rest of the stairs, and out the front door.
You know why you don't want to be there when Rodrick wakes up. Why can't you be there when he wakes up? Rodrick and you were not going to work out. You realize it so much clearer now. Your Father hates him and will take away everything from you if he ever found out you had your little sleepovers.
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