Loded Diper sucked. It was an indisputable fact. The band sucked. The lyrics sucked. Everything about it was a disaster. And yet, somehow, you had caught yourself catching feelings for the stupid drummer.
He was handsome, sure, tall with tan skin and dark hair and those hazel eyes that you found yourself getting lost in. But he was also a lot less intelligent than your Harvard graduate parents would have liked.
Because you were in mostly AP classes, the two of you hardly ever crossed paths, except for in the hall sometimes or in the parking lot. So, to see him more often, you had started sneaking out to watch his band play. At first, it had been like once a month, but that had quickly turned into once a week. So, every Friday, you found yourself in the very back of the small crowd assembled to watch them play, bobbing along to the music, watching him, but never daring to stay after to get one of their hastily-made T-shirts signed like the rest of the groupies.
You were pretty sure Rodrick didn’t know you existed. Pretty positive that he had never given you a second glance…until he did. One day, he stopped you at your locker, a question waiting behind his lips.
“Did I…see you at my concert Friday night?”
“What concert? Are you in a band?” You asked, nearly dropping your Algebra book.
“I swear I saw you in the way back. I did, though, right? I’m not going crazy?”
“I, well- I don’t know. I might have…stopped by on my way to my knitting club, but I-”
“I didn’t take you for a rock kinda girl.” He shrugged, smirking irresistibly. “You know, I could hook you up with a free t-shirt.”
“I…might like that.” You admitted, blushing.
“Do you think I could get your number? To make sure you get your t-shirt, of course.”
“S-sure, um, here’s my phone, just put yours in.” You held it out to him as he handed you his to do the same. So, with shaking fingers, you punched in your phone number and then returned his phone to him.
“And then maybe after I could take you out for onion rings or something?” He offered, the slightest waver in his tone. He was nervous too. Just a little. He knew you were too good for him, but you were giving him a chance, so he wasn’t going to waste it.
“Yeah, that’d be great. So, Friday then?”
“Friday.” He nodded, a little skip in his step as he walked away to brag to his bandmates.
He was handsome, sure, tall with tan skin and dark hair and those hazel eyes that you found yourself getting lost in. But he was also a lot less intelligent than your Harvard graduate parents would have liked.
Because you were in mostly AP classes, the two of you hardly ever crossed paths, except for in the hall sometimes or in the parking lot. So, to see him more often, you had started sneaking out to watch his band play. At first, it had been like once a month, but that had quickly turned into once a week. So, every Friday, you found yourself in the very back of the small crowd assembled to watch them play, bobbing along to the music, watching him, but never daring to stay after to get one of their hastily-made T-shirts signed like the rest of the groupies.
You were pretty sure Rodrick didn’t know you existed. Pretty positive that he had never given you a second glance…until he did. One day, he stopped you at your locker, a question waiting behind his lips.
“Did I…see you at my concert Friday night?”
“What concert? Are you in a band?” You asked, nearly dropping your Algebra book.
“I swear I saw you in the way back. I did, though, right? I’m not going crazy?”
“I, well- I don’t know. I might have…stopped by on my way to my knitting club, but I-”
“I didn’t take you for a rock kinda girl.” He shrugged, smirking irresistibly. “You know, I could hook you up with a free t-shirt.”
“I…might like that.” You admitted, blushing.
“Do you think I could get your number? To make sure you get your t-shirt, of course.”
“S-sure, um, here’s my phone, just put yours in.” You held it out to him as he handed you his to do the same. So, with shaking fingers, you punched in your phone number and then returned his phone to him.
“And then maybe after I could take you out for onion rings or something?” He offered, the slightest waver in his tone. He was nervous too. Just a little. He knew you were too good for him, but you were giving him a chance, so he wasn’t going to waste it.
“Yeah, that’d be great. So, Friday then?”
“Friday.” He nodded, a little skip in his step as he walked away to brag to his bandmates.
Hey! So, this is Alana! I deleted my other account MissRodrick55 for a while a long time ago because I was having writers block, then I got a new account, MissRodrick56, then didn't write my fan fictions for like, EVER, but ow I have a NEW club called "RodrickXLauren", but I have to change the club name, because I decided to change Lauren's name to Kendall. Yeah. I also changed Danielle's name to Brookelyn, but Rodrick will always be Rodrick, of course!:) So, I haven't changed the club name YET, don't know when I will do that, so for now just type in RodrickXLauren, and I have three... Is it three? Yeah, I think it's three-stories up already, so enjoy those, leave a comment, and you can always leave comments on what you think should happen in my stories, because I always like hearing ideas! I will give you credit though, don't worry:) Oh! and leave a comment on what you think in my other club, and I will post articles here every so often:) I promise I'm real!!!
Byee!
~Alana<3
Byee!
~Alana<3