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rodrick knew greg didn’t have many friends. he was weird and geeky, after all. he had rowley, but that was it. except for this new kid. from overseas. he also knew that your parents had buddying it up in the school yard. your mum had even made it into susan heffley’s renowned column, susan’s musings.

what rodrick didn’t know, was that his dorky brother’s new friend had an older sister. well, he didn’t know that, until you, along with your younger brother, appeared at his front door on saturday morning.

he nearly pissed himself at the sight of you, running a careless hand through his dishevelled hair. he rubbed his hand over his face, leaning on the doorframe. he tugged on the hem of his sleep shirt, some forgotten 80s punk band logo peeling off the front. he had to look cool. which wasn’t hard because he was, admittedly, the coolest guy ever. … okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch.

whatever. you were hot, and you were new. and this was a perfect opportunity to impress you.