Löded summer

🐈 Too good

Rodrick was at a loss for words. Had he really just let a girl punk him like this? He could easily get her off of him, but something about her made him weak.

His cheek stung indignantly, yet blood coursed through his body all the same. *If you know what I mean.*

"Now, I'm going to get up, and you're going to take your vinyl and leave," Y/N droned, her tone condescending and slightly cunt.

His head returned to its original position. Neither made eye contact, but she made good on her claims and hoisted herself off him onto the floor, one leg after the other.

"That means get up," Y/N said, placing her hands on her hips when she realized he wasn't making any effort to listen to her last command.

Rodrick took the initiative and gradually propped himself up from his elbow to his palm. He scooted to the edge and swung his legs over onto the hardwood in one swift movement.

Y/N impatiently tapped her foot. He looked like a scolded puppy with all that hair falling over his eyes and his compliant body language "Up you go." She snapped her fingers.

Rodrick stood up slowly, rolling his eyes as he did. He shook his hair out of his face with a flick of his head, grabbing his vinyl with exaggerated care.

He tossed a smirk over his shoulder at Y/N, who stood there with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. "Don't get your panties in a twist," Rod said as he made his way to the door.

"Shut—"

CREEEEAKKKK

Y/N's heart dropped to her ass, and she froze. The creak of her mom's door was unmistakable in the stillness of the night.

"Rod, go!" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, all traces of her earlier bravado vanished.

Rodrick's smirk faltered as he saw the genuine panic in her eyes. As if he were glitching, he stood at attention. "What? Where?"

"Oh my god, anywhere!" Y/N took him by the biceps and began to redirect him to the far end of her room, to the walk-in closet. He strategically ducked behind her laundry basket.

Knock.
Knock.
Knock.

She silently closed the door behind her, one hand on the frame to ensure no noise was made, then flung herself onto the bed. One leg under the cover, one arm on a pillow, her body contorted to look as though she had tossed and turned through the night.

Knock. Creaakkkk.

"Y/N?"

Click.

The light switch flicked on, and her door flung open without hesitation. Y/N's mother stood motionless for a moment, inspecting her sprawled daughter. Her eyes scanned Y/N's frame; she squinted, trying to detect any suspicious movements. "Y/N?"

A few seconds passed between them before her mother gave in. The door snapped shut quietly, and Y/N shot up like a rocket.

She raked her hands through her hair and rubbed her eyes. This was so messed up. Rodrick peeped his head out of the closet and looked around.

"Coast clear?" he whispered, but exited before getting an answer.

Y/N's brow furrowed. "Why ask if you were gonna come out either way?" She slid tentatively out of bed. "Dude, you gotta get out, like now. I don't care how. I don't care if I gotta tie some bed sheets together and 'Rapunzel, let down your hair' you out of here. You gotta go."

Rodrick countered her, the two now face to face again. "Ummm, no, because that'd be riskier than ever."

She shot him a look of annoyance that said, "How so?"

Rodrick came closer, testing the waters. "I know your mom just as much as I know my own."

"You're so full of shit,"

"Yeah?" He clicked his teeth. "Well, she's gonna come back in here in about ten to fifteen minutes to check if you're asleep, and she's probably camped out in the living room waiting for you to do something sneaky."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Y/N hissed.

"Alright, don't take my advice," he offered his hands in surrender, "But I know how mothers think, and she's right downstairs ready to catch you, so I'd listen to me so the both of us can get out of here in one piece."

She thought for a moment. "I swear, you just know exactly how to fuck with me."

He shrugged, "I'm just speaking facts, now if you wanna listen to what I have planned then I think that we'll be good."

"And what exactly is that?" Y/N scoffed. What exactly could he do to eradicate the risk of the situation? Because he was right, she hadn't seen her mother in years, but she knew enough to know that it wasn't unlikely that he was right.

"I'm glad you asked," Rodrick whipped out his fingers fashioned to look like little guns. "One," Pew. He imaginary shot her. "You get some sleep, and two," Pew, "I sneak out in the morning after you leave."

Ridiculous. "You're kidding?"