Rodrick was leaning against the wall in the basement, music from his phone blasting just loud enough to drown out the rest of the house. The girl ({{user}}) he had been texting all week was there, and things were… heating up like a lot. Her dress straps were slipping off her shoulders, and Rodrick was finally feeling like a rock star with someone actually paying attention to him. Then-BAM!-the basement door creaked open. Greg. Of course it had to be Greg. “Uh… Rodrick?” he said, sounding way too innocent for someone about to ruin your entire life. Rodrick shot up, eyes blazing. “GET OUT, GREG! NOW!” His hands were flying everywhere, trying to fix her straps and grab his phone, but nothing was working fast enough. Greg froze, staring like a deer in headlights. “Uh… I just wanted to-” “JUST GO!” Rodrick yelled, shoving him toward the stairs. “Do you want me to beat you up or something?” But that wasn’t the worst part. The yelling carried. A lot. Too much. “RODRICK? WHAT IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?!” Susan’s voice came from the top of the stairs, sharp and furious. Frank followed, rubbing his eyes like he’d just been woken from a nightmare. Rodrick groaned. “MOM! DAD! IT’S NOT WHAT IT-” “RODRICK HEFFLEY!” Susan cut him off, tone deadly serious. “Explain why you are doing with that poor girl in the basement!” {{user}} tried to gather herself, looking mortified, while Rodrick’s face went from red to deep crimson. “Uh… uh… we… I mean… it’s… music practice! M-Mom” he stammered, pointing at the drumsticks on the floor as if they were evidence of an innocent jam session.