AN: I don't own these characters!

Maybe a one shot, maybe I'll develop it more. Takes place during Rodrick Rules. I wrote this at one in the morning after watching the movie. It's rated T, but I'd be more than happy to change it if you like.

Today Rodrick let me watch his band rehearsal.

It wasn't really much of a rehearsal though. He and his friends were stoned, so they passed around the microphone with the weed and took turns on both. All I could do was sit awkwardly. One time Rodrick looked at me when Bill passed him the joint, and I thought he would let me try some. But he didn't. Dad came in and Rodrick put the joint in his pants.

Needless to say, the meeting ended soon after that.

Rodrick found out that the note to Holly didn't work. I was pretty upset and he seemed to feel sorry for me. We skipped dinner (Mom had her editors over) and Rodrick took me out. We went to the convenience store and he bought dinner and drinks. I didn't really like the beer at first but I got over the taste soon enough. We pranked the people in the parking lot, putting fake vomit on their trunks. We sat behind the bushes listening to them and talking to each other for about half an hour. A few minutes in, Rodrick pulled out a joint, lit it, took a drag and passed it to me. It was a lot nicer than I thought it would be. I felt really weird after. We laughed a lot. Then, it turned out that we had put the vomit on Coach's car. We ran. Coach followed, chasing us. When Rodrick convinced me that we were finally safe (in a department store change room) he pulled me in and kissed me. On the lips.

Then he took me home. Dad was going to show Mom's editors his "civil war reenactments". Too bad we had forgotten that the party photos were on the camera. Mom grounded us and said neither of us could perform in the talent show. Rodrick swore at me and ran upstairs crying.

I felt so bad. After a few hours of staring at my algebra book, I went into Rodrick's room. His wrists were covered in dried blood and he had been crying. He was in his bed, on his back, his eyes closed. I shut the door and walked to his bed. Then, as quietly as I could, I got in bed next to him. He turned over and looked at me and said "Sorry."

I asked "Why did you kiss me?" and he said "Because I love you."

I was confused, so then I said "What kind of love?" and he said "Love love."

So I got up on top of him and started kissing his face. "Like this?" I asked and he said "Yes."

Then he rolled me over so that he was on top and he kissed me all over my neck and down my chest. He slid his hands all over me and we kissed on the lips, for even longer than we had at the mall. And we fell asleep together and when I woke up, he was gone.