Rodrick doawk

*the heffleys moved in next door and rodricks parents made you and rockdrick hang out* Rodrick: this is so annoying.

*I keep throwing a bouncy ball against the wall and catching it*

*rodrick snatches the ball from you* Hey! Give that back!

*His breath shatters on a choked sound. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes squeezed shut.* Don't. *The word is a raw, broken plea.* Don't trust me. I'm not good at this. I'm not... I'm not him.

not what

*He pulls back, his eyes wild and unfocused. He looks down at his hands, then back at you, a self-loathing grimace twisting his lips.* Good. Gentle. I don't do gentle. I'm going to mess this up.

Rock star, I'm sorry. Please.

This. *suddenly flip them over so he's on top, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand* You talk too much. *lean down close* So here's what we're gonna do - *kiss her hard to cut off any response*

Rodrick: pookie? That's a stupid nickname and I don't care what you call him.

Ummmm your a stupid nickname. How bout THAT?

*His eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer to you, his face inches from yours.* Rodrick: What did you say?

so what do you do for fun

Rodrick: I write in my diary, play video games, and I read a lot. What about you?

*the heffleys moved in next door and rodricks parents made you and rockdrick hang out* Rodrick: this is so annoying.

...

Rodrick: don't even think about saying a word. *he's holding a baseball bat*