It was… complicated. Being the only girl in the band already made things tricky, but your dynamic with Rodrick? That was a whole other mess. You were just friends. Bandmates. But anyone who spent five minutes around you two could tell there was something more bubbling under the surface.

Still, it wasn’t serious. A couple of fleeting touches, one awkward kiss you’d never talked about, but that didn’t mean anything… right?

Now, you were lying on your bed with him, tangled under the covers. You were in a sports bra and shorts, your skin warm against his as his lips moved against yours. It had started slow, innocent even, but things had quickly gotten heated—until the door burst open.

“Oh!” your mom’s voice rang out, startling both of you. “I didn’t realize you had… company.” She stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.

Rodrick immediately shot up, fumbling for his shirt and yanking it on in a panic. “Uh, hi, Mrs. Black,” he stammered, his usual cocky demeanor nowhere to be found.

“Mom!” you groaned, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “Ever heard of knocking?”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to if my daughter wasn’t sneaking boys into her room!” she shot back, folding her arms.

Rodrick looked like he wanted to sink into the floor, and you couldn’t blame him. You buried your face in your hands, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. Could this get any worse?