2005 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Classic Teenage dirtbag—Roderick Heffley.

Infuriating? Check. Annoying? Check. Dumb? Check.

Emo? Mega check.

If there was one person who is a total metaheald, dirtbag, emo,, well. You get it, right? He’s rebellious, idiotic, and so, so, soooo hot!

Did you just say that??

God. Never.

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Somehow, your friends had convinced you to roam the mall with his friend group. Something about a house party later on.

Walking around the mall was nothing extraordinary, just the classic shops, buying shit you wanted, arguing with Rodrick about Auntie Anne’s pretzels.

The usual.

After a while, the group decided to sit down at the food court, hungry for lunch. Rodrick sat next to you, taking out his ipod and plugging in an earphone.

My chemical romance. Loud and clear.

He noticed your reaction to his music, smirking over at you. “What? Never heard real music, bratz -doll?”