The Drummer Across the Street (Rodrick Heffley Fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

I woke up to the sound of my text tone going off on my phone. I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright light flooding through my window. I groaned and reached over to check my phone to see none other than Rodrick's name pop up. I unlocked my phone and blinked a few times to help my eyesight adjust to the light.

Party at My Place. Rodrick.

I smirked, looking over at the house and watching the Heffley's car leave the driveway. So his parents were out for the weekend I assumed, and of course Rodrick would be one to throw a party.

It was a few hours until the party started but wanted to hang with Rodrick for a bit anyway, so I text him back:

Mind if I come over early and hang around?

No more than a minute later, Rodrick replied:

Sure.

After I fully woke up and spent a couple hours getting some homework done, I got dressed in a plain white singlet and tucked it into a high waisted black leather skirt that rested above my knees. Under those I wore fishnet stockings and black converses for shoes. I wore a plain silver bangle that was originally my mother's on my left wrist and swapped my nose ring for a small stud with a black gem. I matched the outfit with thick eyeliner with a small wing and my thick mascara.

I waked over to Rodrick's house and let myself in, calling out when I entered, "Hello?"

"Yeah, up 'ere." Rodrick informed me as I watched his brother run from the kitchen to the main living room with a pile of solo cups. I walked up and went into Rodrick's room, planting myself on a chair resting just across from his bed.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, eyeing my outfit choice. "Did I go overboard?" I asked, crossing my right leg over my left.

"No!" Rodrick said suddenly, like he snapped out of a trance. "You look...great." I hid my face so he couldn't see the blush creeping at my cheeks. I took in his outfit: a black shirt with white writing in the middle in a circle along with an olive coloured jacket with black jeans, a black belt and brown volleys. He had just gelled his hair and made it spiky and might I just say...it looked really good. "What do you think?" He asked me.

I grinned and told him honestly, "You look pretty good. Actually...do you have any eyeliner?"

Rodrick smirked, "Isn't eyeliner a girl's thing?"

"Not if you're a heavy metal drummer," I winked. "I'm sure your mom won't mind if I borrowed some..."

Rodrick shrugged, "I'll go get it. I'll be right back." He then left the room, leaving me alone. I looked around his room at the cluttered mess. It was a good thing he had heaps of room, because all of the random junk scattered around his room made the floor almost invisible. Something from under his bed caught my eye and I walked over to it and knelt down, picking up the magazine. As soon as I looked at the cover, I rolled my eyes and put it back. Horny teen boys and their magazine preferences.

I jolted upright when I heard footsteps heading towards Rodrick's room and turned to look at Rodrick right as he walked in. He held up the eyeliner pencil, my mouth forming an involuntary grin. I gestured for him to come towards me and to give me the pencil and I took it. "Close your eyes," I ordered, and he obliged. I ran the pencil over the edge of both of his eyelids, using my thumb to smudge it a bit. "Look up," I ordered again, and Rodrick again obliged, looking up to his ceiling. I applied the eyeliner under his eyes, again using my thumb to smudge the liner a little bit. I stood back and marvelled at my work. "Now you look really good."

Rodrick turned and looked at himself in his full length mirror and smirked. "Woah," he said, moving his face closer to the mirror to look at himself. "Sasha is gonna have to pay attention to me now, right?"