- rodrick's room -
His eyeliner ran down his face like black rivulets.
He untied my hair, running his hands through my scalp, he moved my bangs out of my face behind my ear.
"You should wear your hair down for school"
It was getting late, and we both started school in a day.
Goodbyes could be heard, and footsteps shot up the stairs like pistols, as we quickly detached from each other.
Rodrick walked to his CD player and switched the song.
"y/n, time to go!"
I quickly stood up, walking down as Rodrick followed behind, running his hand down my back.
As I said goodbye to Susan, Frank, Greg and Manny, I couldn't help but watch Rodrick who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
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| • not my rodrick • | doawk fan fiction
Teen Fictiony/n had just moved across the states when she didn't realise who she'd meet this year. *this is my first time writing fan fiction so any constructive criticism would be good*
