your new house was alright, and your siblings seemed to really like it. so that was cool. you decided the first night to decorate your room. you threw some posters up, put a colorful rug down and set up your record player and guitar.

the next morning you threw on some clothes, docs and a sweater with a jean skirt. your mom said you were going to your neighbors for lunch. they had little kids for your siblings to play with.

you tossed your hair and scrambled out the door. when your neighbors door opened you almost let your mouth drop open. they had a teenage son, clearly. and holy mother of fuck me. he was wearing eyeliner and had spiky brown hair, looking back at you with the same "whoa" expression.

"hey." he said shakily.

the night went on and you learned his name was rodrick. he was going to the school you'd be attending, and he had a perfect group of punk friends for you to join. he played drums in a band. yes yes yes yes yes yessss.

you clicked instantly, sitting in the garage and laughing your asses off. you got his number and he texted you immediately once you walked home.

roddy

• heeeey {{user}}, u get home ok?? i cnt wait 2 see u at skool :):)