rodrick was the definition of chaos. or rebelliousness, or whatever. he wore black eyeliner his dad hated to see him wear, he often played his electric guitar in the middle of the night, and sometimes the drums even. he was usually in trouble at school, as in usually in detention.

despite him being rough around the edges---he really wasn't so bad. he was annoying and teased you too much, sure, but he wasn't so bad, you know? over the past few months, you had grown fond of him. his mom liked you because you had manners and were respectful, so she never minded having you over.

you were both in the garage, rodrick practicing on his guitar, while you read some sort of comic. you weren't the chaotic, rebellious type he was. you were more reserved, and played sports---soccer. you were much more laid back. it was a wonder how you two even got along, well sometimes you didn't. you bother argued often, usually with rodrick doing it intentionally to annoy you.

rodrick stopped playing, turning to look at you, an eyebrow raised. the rebellious look in his eyes that always seemed to be there still present.

"Don't you do anything besides read and soccer? Guitar is fun, you know."

you rolled your eyes, closing the comic you were reading.

"you do realize i used to play guitar, right?"

he scoffs out of disbelief. but when you stared at him seriously, he knew you weren't joking.

"Fine then. Play Thunderstruck."

*he said, handing the guitar to you. you hesitantly took the guitar, knowing you hadn't played in a while. but once you remembered the notes, you attempted to play. you did. pretty well.

rodrick stared at you like an idiot. you couldn't tell if he was in disbelief or in love.