Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 30 - Your DNA

You quickly throw on a pair of sweats, socks, sneakers, and grab a bag filling it with some clothes. You were going to the Heffley's and you didn't know how long for. Let Rowley tell your aunt and uncle, what do you care? Life is going to shit anyways, might as well do what you want.

That's what Rodrick would say, anyways.

Slipping on a hoodie, you quickly and quietly shut your bedroom door, taking the key that your aunt gave you while twisting it in the lock. That should buy you some time to figure out what you were going to do. You head down the stairs slowly, making sure no one was still downstairs. Rowley must have gone to bed.

You stop at the answering machine that the Jeffersons still had, as if they were in the stone age. You look at the past phone numbers and see your moms several times and then the one you were looking for. You take a photo of it and turn the machine off.

You slip out the front door and walk towards Rodrick's house. It was still dark out, but you knew soon the sun would be up. The streetlights were still on and you sort of knew the way there.

God, this was fucking nuts and you knew it. You should not be subjecting Rodrick to the craziness that is your life.

But here you were, in the dark street, at 3 something in the morning, trying to get to a boy's house because he was maybe the one person who could understand you right now.

You finally see his white van out on the street and breathe a sign of relief. You were really worried you had made a wrong turn back there.

You pick up the pace and call Rodrick again.

"Which window is yours?" You quickly say into the phone.

"Well hello to you too-" Rodrick tries to get out, but you cut him off.

"Rodrick, I am not fucking around we are at Def-Con 1. Which window is yours?" You angrily whisper-yell.

"Damn, okay. Look up and to the right. No, my right, sorry." Your eyes find the correct spot, looking to your left and his right, and you see him in the window, shirtless in his underwear. You see what he means by the disconnected garage and his window. Fuck, this wasn't going to be easy.

You motion for him to open the window and toss your bag to him. He catches it and you begin to climb on top of the garbage cans. This allows you to pull yourself onto the roof and closer to Rodrick's window. He puts out his arms and reaches for your hands. Grabbing on, he helps pull you up and inside. This probably would have been easier to do if you were as tall as Rodrick. Hopefully, you didn't make too much noise coming in

Rodrick helps pull you to your feet, fixing your clothes. You take your shoes off, as you normally did when you entered someone's house. You set them by the window before Rodrick pulled you to face him.

"Why couldn't you be a normal person and come through the front door?" Rodrick moves a strand of your hair out of your face. Normally, you would find that cute, but right now you were on the verge of a panic attack.

"It's 3AM dumbass. I do not need another family member thinking I was a booty call." You march into his room and sit on his bed.

"Another? Fuck, Rowley was was waiting for you wasn't he? What was wrong by the way? Why did he need you home so badly?" Rodrick follows you and sits next to you, pulling one leg under his knee.

"Way worse. Apparently, my mom tried to get a hold of me. I had her blocked on my phone so she called the house, but she wasn't the only one who did." You press your lips into a tight line. This was so fucked on so many levels.

"Your dad actually called? [Y/N], I thought you said you hadn't talked-"

"-Since the airport, I know. It wasn't that dad who called." Silence hangs between you as Rodrick figures it out.