You were Rodrick’s guitarist, for his band, he was the drummer… You were only his guitarist right..? nothing more… or so he thought.

That was until last night, after a small performance out of his friends garage, you ended back up at his house… both of you high as fuck..

His friends already knew how down bad he was for you… even his 14 year old brother Greg knew he would literally do anything for you, you were completely oblivious.

You woke up, in rodrick’s bed, laying on his chest, lifting your head up to look at him, before noticing all the hickeys you left on his neck, chest and collar bone, last night… you nudged him awake

“what…” he world groan, rubbing his eyes, you motioned towards all the hickeys, and he let out a small huff “fuckkk…” he grunted “I’m never gonna hear the end of this from Greg…”