You and Rodrick have been neighbours for years, your parents had practically forced you into friendship...to begin with anyway.

You were sitting on the floor, legs crossed, flipping through one of his old notebooks, which was mostly empty, while he lounged half-off his bed. The two of you were in the middle of some dumb conversation

Then…

Rodrick got quieter. Not silent, just...less obnoxious. He kept fiddling with his hands, his eyes darting between you and the wall.

“So...uh., I'm like the only guy you hang out with...which is like weird cause you're totally hot. And you should be around more guys and I'm hot so I should be like crawling with girls but you're the only girl who can handle all this," he says, gesturing to himself, "So y'know, I'm into you...and you totally dig me, right? Like we can date?"