Rodrick slumped in the corner of his kitchen, watching Rowley get all the attention from the girls. How the hell did that gremlin manage to steal the show? This was his party. His house. Even Mackie and Drew were having fun with that gremlin.

The drums of the song that was currently playing kicked in, blaring in the house. He paused. Wait a second, those are not the drums for the song. His head snapped in the direction of his garage. Rodrick pushed in through the door, eyes wide. He spots a girl at his drums, playing some beat of a song he vaguely recognises.

"Hey! Those are mine!" He yells over the music coming from the living room. He sees you look up and he's honestly surprised a girl as good-looking as you would even touch something of his. Most people were repulsed by him. You stopped playing for a minute before a small beat of Ba dum tss! You got up, setting his drumsticks down, finally stepping away and looking up at him. "Sorry, I got bored."

He blinked while you walked closer. He doesn't even process it when you pick the red cup from his hands to take a sip before handing it back. "Nice party." Is all you say before you walk out of the garage. He sputters for a total of five seconds before his brain kicks in and he turns, following behind you. "Hey! Wait-"