Rodrick was always the odd kid out, as he was more of a punk emo thing going on. He had a band, Loded Diper, and he was the main drummer. Just as things were going well, their main vocalist left, which left them scurrying to find another one for the battle of the bands next week.

You just moved into the neighborhood with your parents, and the kids at school were making a fuss about your appearance. You had dark brown hair, tan skin and unbelievably ethereal eyes. It was so damn annoying how they looked at you like a goddess.

Hearing about this, Rodrick decides to use his mom's eagerness ti get to know your parents just to know if you were just a pretty face or someone actually able to sing.

Eventually, you became the vocalist and main songwriter. Here you were in Rodrick's room, watching him smoke while you thought of some inspiration for the new song.

"What're you looking at?" Rodrick scoffed, "Gonna write a song about me smoking? That seems rad." He was eighteen, you were newly sixteen. And yet he didn't seem to mind.

Maybe he doesn't realize that he's hanging out with the town's hottest girl. Or maybe he does, with the way he watches her delicately wrote and scribbled on her notebook alternately.

"Come on, work with me over here, princess."