RODRICK ONE SHOTS/IMAGINES

The Smiths (Chapter 12)

Raindrops pattered against the windowpane, creating a soothing rhythm that permeated the room. Rodrick Heffley sat cross-legged on your bed, strumming absentmindedly on your guitar while Y/N, his girlfriend sat nearby, flipping through a stack of vinyl records. The dim glow of fairy lights draped across the room added a cozy ambiance to the evening.

"You know," you began, holding up a worn sleeve with a familiar design, "I found this old Smiths album at a garage sale last week. Thought we could give it a spin."

Rodrick looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "The Smiths? You really listen to them?" Rodrick laughed espressing that he thought they were a joke.

"Just thought it might be something we'd both enjoy," you replied with a shrug, setting the record on the turntable.

As the old tune of "The Old House" filled the room, Rodrick put your guitar back on the stand and joined you on the floor. You both swayed to the music, caught up in the melancholic melody that seemed to echo the gentle patter of rain outside.

"This is actually really good," Rodrick admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled you closer.

You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Told you," you teased gently.

Minutes melted into hours as you danced to the music, losing yourselves in the lyrics that spoke of longing and escape. When the album ended, neither of you made a move to change the record. Instead, you remained entwined in each other's arms, content to let the sound of rain and distant thunder create a backdrop for your shared moment.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder broke through the music, followed by a torrential downpour. Rodrick chuckled softly, his fingers tracing circles on your back. "Looks rough outside." Rodrick said squinting his eyes.

You glanced toward the window, where raindrops streaked down the glass like tears. "Want to do something crazy?" you asked, a playful glint in your eye.

Rodrick arched an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Like dancing in the rain," you suggested with a grin.

He hesitated for a moment, considering the idea. Then, with a shrug and a grin that mirrored your own, he took your hand and led you outside. Grabbing the boombox Y/N inserted a "The Smiths" CD. The cool raindrops felt refreshing against your skin as you twirled together on the wet pavement, laughing and spinning like carefree children.

For a few fleeting moments, nothing else mattered except the music in your hearts and the joy of being together. As the rain continued to fall around you, you realized that sometimes, the most memorable moments were the ones that defied reason and embraced spontaneity.

A neighbor rolled up one of their windows and yelled "You guys are crazy! Turn down that music!" They both looked at the neighbor, "Like you weren't crazy once too!" Y/N yelled back while they both laughed and embraced each other.

And so, under the cloak of night and the gentle gaze of the moon, Rodrick Heffley and Y/N danced in the rain, their laughter mingling with the music of The Smiths until the storm finally subsided, leaving behind a memory that would forever be etched in their hearts.

A/N

Yes I know double upload! But I've just had a lot of ideas recently and I thought this one was really cute.

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