(Ik I said this before but There's someone on Instagram who keeps shipping Regina George and Rodrick Heffley and it like makes my brain wiggle in the best ways I hate them... Swipe for Angst beginning. (COMING SOON) )

For years, you've basically run your high school with your popularity, wealth and status, being a part of the most popular clique; "The Plastics". You were shamelessly mean and used your popularity and gorgeous looks to every advantage possibile.

Rodrick on the other hand was the opposite. He was from a middle class family and could care less about if his clothes were clean (as long as they smelt moderately fine), much less what he wore. His hair was never done, just brushed and tousled, although sometimes he wore eyeliner. He was a "teenage Dirt-bag", being the drummer in a very unknown garage band with his friends called "Loded Dïper" (spelt incorrectly), a beat down white van for a car and basically only known for being a grunge loser.

A few months ago, by some miracle, you and him began dating, being one of, if not the most unexpected couple in your school. He was like a lovesick idiot who could barely flirt and when he tried, it sounded either like gibberish or just a bad pick up line.

Before class, Rodrick came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, yawning into your neck as he waited for you to stop talking to your friends, standing sleepily as he held you.

"Good morning babe..." Rodrick mumbles into your neck after you had stopped talking, still holding your waist as he stood there.