Rodrick Heffley, from Diary of a Wimpy Kid, X (masc) Reader oneshots.
|| mostly fluff and angst||
Y/N's height changes a lot.
The stories are pretty long so ya. (I have 21 hand-written pages for the first one)
Good grammar unless I just choose not...
Y/N is 5'7. Just barely taller than Rodrick. Slight mentions of sh and sewerslide.
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Da middle 1 is wut ur wearing^ u can choose ur other stuff such as bracelets n shit. :D
Twelfth grade. Wow. I wonder how Rodrick is doing. It was super weird. Me and Rodrick Heffley were best buds since we were 10 up until the last day of eleventh grade. He just completely cut off all contact and communication. It was peculiar. The last thing I remember him saying to me was that he 'liked someone he could never have' and that 'his crush grew every time he saw them.' I remember recommending that he should either tell them or ignore them for the rest of his life. He said he couldn't do either of those things because the person was 'his closest friend.' When he first said it I thought it was me, but then I told myself that he could never like me like that because he doesn't swing that way. Therefore, it's impossible. I hope to god that I get to see him before class starts. I kinda really miss him, to be honest.
I got off the bus and walked over to where Rodrick usually parks. Just as I guessed. He is here. I saw his van parked in its usual spot and looked on the inside. I saw that Rodrick was in there and he looked like he was preparing himself for something. I forgot how cute he fucking looked. God damn. I stood there, admiring his jawline, lips, hair, and eyes. After about 30-ish seconds, I knocked on the window. He glanced at me, looked down, and unlocked the door.
He looked over at me and I think I saw a slight blush appear. "Hey loser. Where the hell have you been? Dude, I legit thought you died, or worse, you got a new bff." I say to him, trying with all my damn might not to fucking heat up and just explode because of how god damn quirky and cute he looks.
"Ya, I knew we would have to have this conversation sooner or later." He said with a dreading tone in his voice. "Can we just- talk after school?" The fuck I do?
"Oh, um. Ya, sure, I guess. Meet you here after school then?" I reply, disappointed. We both got out and he locked the doors to the van. We walked over to the school doors, went in, and walked to our next class. The thing is, though, is that we have the exact same schedule and we both sit right next to each other. Therefore, he is stuck with me the rest of the year whether he likes I or not.
We got to our first class, which was English, and sat down. From the start of our teachers boring 'how was your summer' talk to when the bell rung, I was just dead. I guess I just zoned out or something because I did not hear a word the teacher said. As soon as the bell rung, I was outta there.Oh shit. I have math next. Fuuck. I was dreading going to math, but I had to. Ain't no way in hell I'm skipping on the first damn day. I got to math and noticed that Rodrick beat me there. Weird. He usually skips math. I sit down next to Rodrick, of course, and pretended to care.
"Welcome back students. I bet you all had a great summer," the teacher said.
"Not me." I whispered under my breath. Rodrick turned to look at me, about to say something, then changed his mind last second and turned towards the teacher.
