Reaching your room, you close the door, restying your head against wood..
What the actual fuck.
What happened tonight?
Why did this have to be happening to you, right now, in this life, tonight?
Locking the door, you move towards your dresser, pulling off your top. You throw on a large top and slide your pants down, forgetting you still have shoes on, you fall to the floor.
God, can you really be so dense? Letting out a sigh, you begin to untie your laces, pants wrapped around your ankle, sitting on the floor.
Your mind reels with the possibilities of what any of this could mean? Your mom finally reaching out after weeks of not talking to you, your biological dad calling, Rodrick fucking you, Rowley being pissed at you and potentially blackmailing you.
You pull off shoes finally and the pants. Dragging yourself into bed, you pull the covers over your face. If only you could stay in this bed for the rest of your life, not having to see or talk to anyone ever again.
Seriously, what the fuck happened?
There's no one you could really talk to about this. Your dad was MIA with relatives. Your mom wasn't someone you wanted to talk to. You couldn't talk to your school friends because of what went down. They all saw you as nuts. And was Rodrick an option?
It felt like he could be that someone, but you couldn't ask that of him. It wasn't fair. Your relationship was supposed to be casual. Not "hey, my biological dad I have never met because I didn't know until a few weeks ago that he existed and I'm having a crisis because he's trying to contact me and I need someone to be there for me."
Yeah fucking right.
You couldn't do that to him. You also couldn't rely on family in general because of how Rowley was reacting. He could blab at any minute to your aunt and uncle. And why is it an issue? They would tell your dad you were spiraling out with Rodrick Heffley who they would paint as the villain, causing him to freak out, your dad would blame himself for all of this when really it was your moms fault.
Fuck, none of this was working out.
You take out your phone anyways and are already calling before you can stop yourself.
"Hey, I thought you weren't gonna call until later tonight-" His voice sounds light. Happy. God, you were about to wreck his morning.
"How good are you at climbing through second story windows?" You quickly get out.
"Uhm, I mean I've done it before for my room, but the garage was right next to it-" He stumbles over his words, obviously unprepared for your question.
"Good, I'm coming over in 10, your room better be clean." You hang up the phone, satisfied with his answer. If he can climb through his window, so can you.
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Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction
Fanfic"Rodrick could derail you... but he could also rail you." Y/N is a soon to be senior in college, but the summer before you are sent to live with the Jefferson's, your extended family. The reason? You screwed up your family and they need time to sort...
