You wake up to your phone alarm breaking the peaceful silence. Getting up and stretching out all of the events from last night rush into your mind. 'No way that actually happened it must've just been a really realistic dream' you try to convince yourself as you step out of bed to get ready for school feeling something under your feet. You look down to see the undies you had on last night before Rodrick came in. A hot blush spreads across your face as your mind replays the events of last night over and over enjoying every moment of it. You put on an old pair of baggy jeans along with a cropped tank tying it all together with Rodricks "borrowed" hoodie. It still smells like him or maybe its the bed, or maybe it's you; whatever it is it smells like he's still there. You make your way to the bus stop thankfully the bus already being there and waiting. You get on and your stomach sinks seeing Heather along with her dumb blonde possie already riding. You try not to get noticed and move past them but of course as soon as they see you she can't shut her mouth, "Look what the whore house dragged in girls" she said quietly to her friends but loud enough for you to hear as you sit nearby. "I can say the same about you Heather, by the way is that gonna be your stripper name or was that your moms?" you sarcastically ask catching her by surprise. She stuttered for a response, "Do you suck dick with that mouth?" she proudly scoffs earning giggles from her groupies, "Yeah, and if you don't shut yours I'm gonna shove my fucking foot it in!" you spit out loudly unfortunately loud enough for the bus driver to hear "Ladies enough! One more word and you're both in detention!" he yells from his seat upfront. You slump back and roll your eyes 'Can this morning get any worse?' you ask yourself as the bus pulls up to the front of the school, you stomp off the bus into to school already annoyed by Heather. You open your locker angrily shoving your books and supplies into it when you feel a pair of hands grab onto your waist. A soft smile comes appears on your face, "You forgot to say bye before you left..." you say turning around to your surprise not seeing Rodrick standing in front of you but Conor, "Oh sorry I thought I did" he smiles even though you're looking at him with shock and confusion. "No no you did, I just thought you..." you trail off not wanting to mention Rodrick to him or make him suspicious, he's now looking at you confused and you take notice "never mind I must've forgot" you force a smile hoping to make it less awkward. "Alright then, do you maybe wanna take a drive after school? I got my car back from the shop so I can finally give you that ride home" he smiles optimistically. "Um.." you glance around him thinking for second when your eyes land on Rodrick at his locker distracted laughing and roughhousing with his friends. "I'll let you know later, I gotta go" you tell him in a bit of rush to beat the bell. "Oh ok then I'll see you later I guess" he says sort of discouraged as he walks away. You slam your locker shut and rush over to Rodrick and his friends all shoving each other around and laughing. You clear your throat and get the attention of all the boys who look at each other and giggle except for Rodrick who scoffs at them and shoos them away. "You told them didn't you"? you ask him crossing your arms slightly annoyed, he smiles sheepishly "Have I ever told you how good you look in that flannel?" he ask kindly trying to divert the question. You roll your eyes and groan "Rodrick come on", "Hey I didn't tell them everything and it's not like they don't know" he argues trying to save his ass. You sigh annoyed "whatever Rodrick fine, just no more kiss and tell" he nods in agreement, "but I'm not lying you look better in that flannel than I do" he smirks and you can't help but smile back "thanks I'm keeping it" you say cooly the bell ringing before he has a chance to protest.
Time skip
You never really go into the cafeteria at lunch because of crowded and noisy it always is but you wanna try and find Conor to patch up this morning; or maybe even better Rodrick but he'd be with his goofball weirdo friends. You walk aimlessly through the crowded mess hall keeping your eyes peeled on that dirty blonde hair not even being able to hear yourself think. You walk past crowded tables and laughing teens, eyes wandering until someone slams into you with a lunch tray spilling red juice and slop soaking the front of your shirt and a bit of Rodrick's stolen flannel now stained with suspicious browns and reds from the food. You look up from your ruined clothes to see Heather, an amused smile on her face "Oops, you should really watch where you're going" she giggles along with her groupies. Your face turns as red as the new stains on your shirt and clench your fist, "you did that on purpose bitch" you spit through clenched teeth; Heather steps closer to you "And what are you gonna do about it? You don't wanna do something that'll give you detention, or even suspended" she says innocently. By now surrounding tables and people are watching the ordeal, you stare daggers at her for a second rethinking your decisions getting more and more pissed at her cocky smile. You kick the plate of slop at her getting it on her shoes and stomp out of the cafeteria her shocked gasp making you feel a little better as you rush into bathroom. You manage to get the slop out of your clothes but the big brown food stain was there to stay, you groan hearing the bell now having to go the rest of the day like this.
You can't wait for the day to be over so you just hope the last period goes by fast. You walk in surprised to see Rodrick already sitting next to your usual seat, you slump over to the desk giving him a weak smile when he notices you. "What happened to you"? he asks as you sink into the chair "Heather" you groan looking at him frustrated from the events at lunch. He looks at you with sympathy in his eyes "I have some extra shirts in the van" you smile until he pinches his nose and cringes his face "cause you fucking reak" he laughs. You punch his arm and he laughs harder "thanks asshole" you giggle back before your teacher stops you two. After class you follow Rodrick to the parking lot seeing his friend Ben already waiting at the van "Cmon dude we gotta go if we wanna finish a whole set before your parents get there" he says hurriedly getting into the passenger seat. Rodrick pulls open the vans door "We'll be there just give me a sec" he gets in and you follow after, watching him rummage through a box he hands you an old small t shirt Loded Diper scrawled across the front of it. You look at him with confused eyes but all he does is smirk and wink at you before climbing into the driver seat. You stare at the shirt for a moment smiling at the obvious handy work that Rodrick is probably very proud of. The harsh rocking and speed of the van break your thoughts. You look at Rodrick in the rear view mirror fear in your eyes and he catches your gaze, "don't worry Ill be slow this time" winking at you once again; "or she can sit in my lap" Ben chimes in laughing expecting the same from Rodrick but he shoots daggers at him in what you can tell is a jealous fit. The ride is filled with awkward tension not even the heavy rock blaring from the radio or Rodricks half hazardous driving can cut it. You get to the heffley house thankfully in one piece, Rodrick stumbles out of the van to open the sliding door for you and to get extra equipment. The rest of his band mates are already there but they look at you with awkward amused smiles like little teenage boys, 'goddamnit Rodrick why'd you have to tell them' you curse the boy in your mind as you follow them all into what looks like the garage all decked out in a homemade Loded Diper banner, party lights, a few instruments and a full drum set. Your eyes wander around the immaculate instrument set up and you can't imagine this tall lanky dorky boy plays it. "Uh Y/N you head inside and change your shirt we're just gonna set up and then show you the awesomeness that is Loded Diper" Rodrick brags cockily as he fiddles with his set. You roll your eyes and smirk before heading inside to the restroom hearing Greg and Rowley upstairs screaming over a video game. You get into the bathroom and peel the rancid shirt off of you balling it up in disgust and slip on the t shirt Rodrick gave you, it's a little baggy so you tie it up at the bottom cropping it short. You give yourself a once over in the mirror and head back into the garage to see them almost done setting up. They all glance at you in awe as you walk over to the couch and take a seat trying to control the awkward blush on your face from the unwarranted attention. "That's the hottest anyone's looked in our shirt" you hear Ben whisper to Chris another of Rodricks dorky punk friends, your blush deepens at the quiet compliment but not so quiet as Rodrick hears it too "we still have a full set to rehearse so I wouldn't get so distracted" he mumbles openly obviously referring to his mates. Once set up, they quickly start their set with a favorite of theirs Exploded Diper, from there it's a free fall of loud but not horrible rock with obscure titles and lyrics. When the set is done they all look at you with eager eyes sweaty and sort of exhausted "So what'd you think?" Rodrick asks with enthusiasm. You clap for them impressed by the garage band "not bad you're actually really good" you smile at them but look at Rodrick meaning it especially for him, they high five and praise each other as they start to pack up equipment. They head inside for some water and to raid the pantry leaving you and Rodrick alone; you stare at each other and he smirks at you "so I'm really good huh?" he ask cockily twirling his drum stick around, you roll your eyes and smile "I meant you're all really good" you cross your arms and sit back into couch. He twirls his drum stick then points it at you "and all includes me" he says gesturing to himself before playing a little rhythm grasping your interest, "Can you show me how to do that?" you blurt interrupting him and surprising yourself with the sudden question. He looks at you shocked, "uh um y-yeah yeah sure" he stutters out not expecting it, you walk over to him and stand by as he plays the same rhythm from before. You watch him intently all you can think about is how hot he looks so focused on playing sweat stippling his forehead running underneath his shirt knowing soon he'll take it off "You wanna try?" he asks taking you from your thoughts looking up at you handing you his drum sticks. You take them from him but he doesn't get up from the small stool he slightly shifts on it as if making room for you ,"Ummm..." you trail off standing there waiting for him to move; he pats his lap gently "cmon I'll show you" he smiles as you awkwardly shift between him and the drum set taking a seat on his open lap. He wraps his hands around yours and directs them to play, after a while getting the hang of it, he relaxes behind you watching you play on your own but you start to lose focus as you feel his hands snake around your waist holding your hips gently squeezing them. Your heart races and you stop all together as you feel his breath on your neck "They're right, you do look really hot in this shirt" he says against your skin making chills run down your back. He starts to kiss and lightly suck at your skin grasping your hips harder rubbing deep circles sure to leave bruises; you tilt your head back onto his shoulder to give him more room to roam your neck. Small gasp and moans spill from your mouth as he sucks deep marks into you skin, he pulls you closer onto his lap and you follow his lead grinding down onto his growing bulge. The drum sticks slip from your hands and fall onto the drums and to the floor with a clatter that startles you both breaking the intimate moment. You turn to look at him with wide eyes, he has the same and you can't help but start to laugh at his shocked appearance. He cracks a smile eventually laughing with you. Your laughs slowly die out and you're left staring into his dark brown eyes and his soft but defined features, you start to feel shy as he stares back into your eyes admiring you making you flattered but insecure. You break your gaze awkwardly, "it's-um, it's getting late I better go" you stutter out hopping off his lap "oh uh yeah yeah no problem" he runs the back of his neck awkwardly as you pick up your things and head for the door "again you guys are really great" you smile at him holding the door handle. He smiles back with a slight blush on his face, you open the door to Rodricks friends stumbling through it almost bumping into you, turning to look at Rodrick with an annoyed face knowing that his friends had been behind the door listening to everything. They stutter out apologies embarrassed that they are caught Rodrick looking the slightest bit guilty for it. You leave shaking your head out the door heading home.
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"You're such a dork" Rodrick X Reader
FanfictionPOV you reluctantly move to a new town "Plainview" unmotivated as you do this almost every year, this time is different though, like really different and you would've never expected it to involve your next door neighbor....
