Gas station

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Y/N tried to pass the blunt to him, but he curtly declined. She idly put it out and tossed it into the ashtray, the effects of the weed hitting her subtly.
"Good bud, huh?"

Rodrick flopped backwards onto the bed and put his hands behind his head, his hoodie rising just above his happy trail.

Y/N set her head back, the headboard bracing her. She smiled and took a deep breath, savoring the sensations.

Rodrick sat up on his forearms to face her. His hair was mussed, and his eyes were glossy and low. "I'm guessing that's a yes."

"Oh, fuck you," Y/N giggled with no true animosity and nudged him with her foot.

Rodrick fell back again, satisfied with himself, and closed his eyes. "I'd actually quite enjoy that."
A cocky smile formed on his lips. She nudged him again roughly and took to her feet. "Don't get too comfortable; 1 want a snack."

Rodrick sighed. "There's some Jolly Ranchers in one of my drawers. I forget which one, but help yourself."

"I don't want your sock-drawer candy,"

Y/N swiped at the air impatiently. "Any gas stations around here?"

Rodrick's eyes flickered open as he considered. "Yeah, there's one just a few blocks away. Need anything specific?"

"Nah, just craving some junk food," Y/N replied, stretching her arms above her head.

Rodrick sat up, suddenly more alert. "You know what? I'll drive.."

"You have a car?"

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