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Dinner came quickly, and Manny's bedtime arrived even faster. Y/N tucked him in and left, leaving the door slightly ajar before heading back downstairs.
"You're late," Rodrick said, coming into the hallway to greet her.
"I had to put Manny to bed. Working, remember?"
He waved her statement away. "Whatever, you're technically clocking out now, so..."
She rolled her eyes at this. "So?"
"So, you should be in my room, as we agreed," Rodrick elaborated, his delivery assertive.
Y/N scoffed. "Is this on paper? Because if not..." She attempted to pass him, but he gently grabbed her by the nape of her neck, stopping her.
"Don't do that," Rodrick warned. "Downstairs, now." He directed Y/N to the basement door and opened it for her.
"I can walk myself," she swatted his hand away and went down, holding the rail.
They reached the bottom, and he led her to his room. It was slightly cluttered and decorated with band apparel. The bed was made, and on top of it sat a grinder, pre-rolls, and an ashtray.
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Rodrick sank into the bed and patted a spot next to him. Y/N couldn't help but crack a smile. "If you wanted to spark up, you could've just said so."
"Wanted it to be a surprise." He started to roll up. "Heard through the grapevine you were coming, so I wanted to give a warm welcome."
"Through the grapevine, huh?" Y/N plopped down beside him.
Rodrick sealed the blunt before answering, "Well, your mommy is friends with my mommy." He smirked knowingly before getting serious. "I might've overheard a little something about you getting involved in some stuff, so I assumed, and I was right."
"Oh, like it's so hard to conclude that a teenage girl likes getting lit from time to time," Y/N retorted, making it sound like the most obvious thing.
He raised his palms in a non-threatening gesture. "No need to get all defensive and use those big words on me, just answering your questions."
She nodded listlessly, blatantly feigning interest. "Yeah, right."
Rodrick lit the joint between his lips, took a long, smooth drag, and allowed the smoke to exit through his nose and mouth. "You should watch your attitude," he offered it to her.
Y/N took the blunt and hit it. "Yeah, don't tell me what to do."
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