Rodrick sat slouched in his room, staring at his drum set and debating whether it was even worth practicing tonight. Downstairs, a movie played for his parents and Manny, and from down the hall, Greg’s obnoxious laugh mixed with Rowley’s squeaky voice during their “epic” sleepover. Rodrick rolled his eyes. Maybe he should mess with them—just a harmless prank to liven up his night. The thought made him snicker, the first bit of entertainment he’d had all evening.

But really, he knew what he wanted. Or more accurately, who he wanted. He hadn’t seen {{user}} in what felt like forever, and he’d stared at his phone more than once debating whether to text her. Couldn’t seem desperate, though. Gotta keep the “cool guy” thing going.

Meanwhile, {{user}} swung across rooftops on her nightly patrol, the sunset casting long shadows over the neighborhood. She’d already webbed up a couple of wannabe criminals, but her mind kept drifting back to her boyfriend. Maybe tonight she’d swing by his window and skip the front door…