Black Sheep Rodrick X Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 23 -Bus Ride

You hadn't given much thought on what life would be like if your mom was still alive since she died when you were young. But now you have discovered she isn't actually dead, she just disappeared, somewhere. You aren't even sure if you should go looking for her. Your Father never did and maybe it would be for the best.

Since that day in Rodrick's room, things had been different. Your Father otherwise left you alone, you think he was scared to try to talk to you anymore. Rodrick's family didn't mind if you slept over, in fact, you were spending a lot more time there. You had dinner with them and helped out at the house like with Greg and Manny. It allowed you to babysit and hangout with Rodrick while Frank and Susan left for a date night. They were fine with you staying there as long as you kept Rodrick not acting like 'old Rodrick' which would be trying to shove his armpit in Greg's face and Manny finding a motorcycle magazine which I guess Rodrick has never lived down.

Other than that, life was going pretty well for you. Your Father left you alone and you have a boyfriend which you kind of thought would never happen due to your chronic illness of being a bitch to anyone who dared come near you, but hey guess there's miracles, huh?

As you stood on Rodrick's lawn, backpack and suitcase in hand, Rodrick reminded you to take a breath.

"Relax! The bus will be here soon and we'll be on our Spring Break trip at the camp, having the time of our lives." Rodrick pointed out. He grabs your shoulder and starts to shake you slightly, to get you excited to go. February had come and gone quickly and now it was nearing the end of March. Which meant it was time for spring break. Which also meant it was time for the Senior Spring Break trip to some campsite outside of town. Which meant a week away from parents, aunts, and anyone else who had bothered you this whole year. Of course, some of the teachers from school would be there to watch you all, but let's be honest here; they were being paid to be there and would ignore you the whole time you were there. There were some employees who actually worked there. But they would probably be ignoring you too.

"No offense Rodrick, you do not seem like the outdoorsy type. How will you even survive?" You say, sarcastically. Rolling your eyes at him, you keep looking towards the end of the street. Where is that damn bus? It's supposed to be here by now. You feel honestly anxious. This would be the first time you had gone camping. It would also be the first time you would be back at 'school.' You had decided to stay at home for a few more weeks to try and repair your situation with Mabel. Things were really strained between you. She had always known about your mom, but never said anything. She also never really apologized for what your Father had done; locking you up and never letting you out. He overreacted to your drinking. Don't most teenagers try a drop of alcohol before they're even 21?

Things were slowly getting better. They were. You were.

"I'm going to be just fine, city girl. I've done this whole week-long camping trip before. Remember? 8th grade field trip to this place . You, on the other hand, will be begging me to help you out and keep you safe from the bears." Rodrick pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly. He sways slightly and you're slightly worried he might fall over. He might have had long legs, but he was not graceful in the slightest.

"Wait," you say, "There's bears there?" You had never actually seen a bear, but this was not going to be the time. A bear, a bunch of high schoolers, in the woods, seems like a bad idea.

"I don't actually know, but I figure they probably won't be at the camp. Still hibernating or something." Rodrick kisses the top of your head and lets you go. You finally hear the rumble of the bus that was taking you to camp. Its yellow color was followed by black exhaust smoke coming from the tailpipe. Great, not only were you heading into nature, you were heading into it on a death trap.