Löded summer

The addiction to a man...

After a brief pause, Y/N went home, and Rodrick begrudgingly let her leave with the records.

Nothing much happened between her and her mother. The ride home was pretty silent. There was something about being in a car in the middle of the night that made her sleepy.

She kicked off her shoes and hit the cold bedsheets in no time.

Clink.
Clink.
Clink.

Y/N's eyes sleepily opened. She looked around her dark, unfamiliar room for the noise; nothing. They lidded again.

Clink.
Clink.

"What's that?" She groaned, and looked around again for the sound seemingly coming from her bedroom.

Clink.

The window. She looked towards it. Another clink interrupted her silence, and the glass shook with the impact.

Y/N furrowed her brow and hoisted herself off the bed. "The hell?"

She pulled back the curtains and craned her neck to see what the commotion was about. Below stood a dark figure, dressed in all black.

He stood on the grass, looking up at her. She couldn't discern who it was. A few moments passed as she looked down at the intruder.

"Are you going to stare at me or open the back door?" the figure yelled. Then she knew exactly who it was.

"Rodrick?" Y/N whispered, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Let me up." He shouted.

Her eyes widened, and she pressed a finger to her lips. "Quiet, for fuck's sake." Y/N swept to the other side of the room and grabbed his records. "I'll drop them to you."

He waved his arms in a signal of refusal. "Bring them to me."

Despite her disposition, Y/N didn't want to damage anything. "I'll bring them to you, but you have to go home."

"Deal."

Y/N closed the curtain and slipped on her house shoes. She sneakily left her bedroom and descended the staircase, careful not to alert her mother. Slinking around the house was her specialty.

He waited patiently outside the back door. She unlocked it and pulled it open, careful not to make a creak.

Y/N peered out the crack. Rodrick grinned, smug. "You gonna give me my shit?"

"Well, yeah," She straightened her posture and widened the gap, "Here."

He swiped the records. "Good, now—" Rodrick pushed the door open further and forced himself into the space. "I told you to keep the door open for me."

Y/N was at a loss for words. She looked up at him, her heart beating out of her chest, sweat accumulating in her palms.

"My mom is home," she whispered urgently. "You can't be here."

Usually she'd make a scene but for some reason the only problem Y/N had with the situation was her mother.

He pressed his index finger to his lips. "Where's your room?"

"Upstairs. But dude, you can't be here." She gestured toward the door and tried to direct him to it.

He easily broke away from her, "Upstairs we go."  Y/N tailed him.

"You don't even know where you're going."