Devon Bostick Imagines

Rodrick Heffley - Drum Lesson

Rodrick was sitting at his drum set, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers as you sat on the floor in front of him fiddling with your phone. He looked over at you just for the sake of admiring your beauty when a brilliant idea washed over him.

See, he was hopelessly in love with you and he took any and every opportunity to be close to you or touch you. This idea of his allowed him to do just that. He smirked at you, "Y/N, come here."

You got up, setting your phone down, and walked over to him; eyeing him curiously. That smirk always meant he was up to something. "What's up?"

"Come sit down." He says.

You look around the area, finding no other chair in sight. You laugh, "Bitch, where?"

"On my lap," he says, like it's obvious, slapping his hand against his thigh.

"What?"

"Just do it."

You laugh and roll your eyes as you sit down on his lap and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left leg and his right leg is free. It's a tight squeeze, and a bit awkward positioning, but you both manage to sit on the one stool behind the drum kit. "Remember when you said you wanted to learn how to play drums?" Rodrick asks. You just nod, smiling slightly. You were secretly loving every goddamn second of being on Rodrick's lap. "I'm going to teach you." He says.

You snort, "Like this?"

"Hey, don't question my methods."

"Pft, okay..."

He hands you his precious drumsticks and points to the drum heads. "Okay, hit this one, then this one, and then this one twice; okay?"

"Sure," you say and do as he told you, tapping the drum heads lightly with the drumsticks.

"Good, now do it again, but louder. And faster."

You play it again and he tells you to play faster each time you finish the sequence as he presses his foot on the foot pedal to create a beat. You eventually get the hang of it, so he decides to teach you a slightly more complicated pattern. It was going well at first, until Rodrick told you to start playing it faster and you ended up screwing up. "Fuck," you muttered and Rodrick just laughs.

"Here, lemme help you, potty-mouth." Rodrick says. He slips his larger hands over yours and you shiver from the touch. You hope he doesn't notice, but of course he does and smirks to himself. With your hands in his he guides your arms across the drum kit. As he started picking up the pace you started to laugh.

"Rodrick, this is ridiculous. I feel like a puppet." You laughed.

He begins to laugh along with you, "I know."

He doesn't stop though, finding the whole situation far too entertaining. He continues flailing your arms about as you lean forward, almost falling off his lap. He catches you quickly and by now you are both laughing hysterically.

Susan Heffley opens the door to the garage slowly and quietly to see what all the noise was, just to find you in her son's lap laughing your heads off. She smiled, thinking it was one of the most adorable things she'd ever seen. She pulled out her phone quickly and snapped a couple photos before leaving you two in the garage, laughing away.

Frank appeared in front of her. "What was all that racket?"

She shows him the photos she took, "Look at how cute they are! I'm framing these and giving them to them when they get married."

"Married?" Frank asks, confused.

"Oh, come on, Frank. It's clear they're crazy about each other. I say they'll be married in three years; if that."

Two and a half years later

You peeled back the brightly colored wrapping paper to reveal a framed photograph of you and Rodrick: You were both sitting at his old drum kit in his parents' garage, laughing hysterically as tears flowed down your cheeks. You gasped as the fond memory came flooding back, "This is..."

"From the day we first got together." Rodrick finished. You both looked up at Susan incredulously. "Where did you-?"

She smiled, "I took it in secret. I never showed it to you because I wanted to give it to you on your wedding day. And here we are!"

You engulfed your new mother-in-law in a loving hug. "Thank you, Susan."

Now you have a permanent reminder of the drum lesson that changed both your lives for the better.

A/N: Sorry this one is so short, but I just had the urge to write a cute little fic about our Emo King, Rodrick.