Chapter 2: Y/N

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"Pick up your feet, Y/N." My mother criticizes my shuffling. I drag my feet louder as a sign of protest.
We finally arrived at my sister's school, where a bunch of squealing little girls in pink and white tutus are parading around with their parents. I make note of how there's practically no one my age there. "Seems like every other family had the common sense to not bring their adult kids" I mumble. My father gives me a nudge "They're called Teens, and you're not an adult yet missy." I roll my eyes "I'm almost 17 now dad, I'm an adult." My dad laughs it off. "Sure kiddo, but until you're out with your own job and place, you're attendance to family outings is mandatory." I just glare at the floor, but that sticks in my head. My own place...

We find our seats as the lights go dim. My mom has excitedly taken out her video recorder to capture this "precious moment". Sure she'll record a stupid play, but tells me to pipe down when I'm playing my electric guitar. Whatever, she wouldn't know real music if it slapped her in the face.
I lean back in my seat and close my eyes as the swan lake soundtrack fills the room. I hear the awkward stumbles and shuffles of little ballerinas onstage, and I drift off to sleep...

"Yo, you mind dude?" A voice comes from my left side. I snort slightly, realizing I'd fallen asleep and let my head fall on the stranger next to me. I jolt up, embarrassed "sorry! Ah, sorry..." I look up, still a bit bleary eyed. I can't make out his features in the dark auditorium, but I can see his silver chain, dark scruffy hair, and... guyliner?
I blush, either from embarrassment, or realizing he's probably the only other guy my age here, and he's cute.
"No probs, you snore like a lot though" he says nonchalantly before turning to whoever is on his other side "tell mom I'm going to the John, dick cheese" he punches the guy in the arm and gets up. I look up after him and realize how tall he is. I blush even more and plant my eyes firmly to the ground. 'Great' I think 'You just embarrassed yourself in front of a cute guy by snoring on his shoulder. Ugh this day CANNOT get worse...'

But it does. It ALWAYS does.

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