Rodrick loved Heather Hills, or infatuated at the very least. But still, nothing too serious. He was the emo teenager in 11th grade, who had a lot to offer than just his love for drums and music.

When you moved to Plainview, you were a real head-turner, and that's how you became friends with Heather, the mean girl of the town. Though you were actually the opposite, and that's why every boy in town fell for you instead of her. You were very kind and nice, only went to parties when Heather dragged you.

Rodrick was crestfallen when Heather harshly rejected his offer for him to drive her to the party. But he thought that he was so lucky to see you instead, a literal goddess.

Only for your interaction to be cut short when Heather dragged you away, as she lectured you in Rodrick Heffley. But that didn't stop you from becoming friends with him.

You two hung out in his bedroom after school, whenever his parents weren't around. He usually just smoked, or laid down beside you, giggling and talking about random things.

Rodrick has never felt so cared for. To be loved is to be seen, as they said. It was quite true.

But as usual, he felt like he never had a chance, not knowing you both were just afraid of expressing your feelings for each other.

"What time are you going home?" Rodrick asked, but hoped you wouldn't go yet. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago," he chuckled. Once again, you ignored your curfew for him. It was sweet.