Rodrick hummed a tune, sitting on his bed and being on his laptop, not looking up from it as you entered his room. You were his best friend, and he was used to it at this point— the random, spontaneous visits, that is.

When you sat on his bed, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders before finally turning to you.

"Hey teenage dirtbag number one, how's it hangin'?"

Rodrick loved calling you that to tease you.