Hello! This is my first fanfic! Please read and review, more will be coming soon! Enjoy!
She was staring out the window across the street, her blue eyes fixed upon the window she stared at regularly.
"Lindsey, honey, come down stairs and help me with the groceries!"
'Shit' she thought to herself. She ignored her mother's shouting and continued to look out the window. It was nearly 4:15. She knew he was scheduled to come home any minute now...
Just as she was about to leave the comfort of her bedroom, the neighbor's old beat-up van came roaring down the street. Her heart pounded through her chest with excitement. It was him, the boy next door (well, technically the boy across the street, but same thing.) The van stopped suddenly in front if a pale blue house. A tall, slender young man practically threw himself out of the automobile, almost tripping. It was Rodrick. She looked down and his trim but muscular body, noticing his distressed black jeans and his white T-shirt. On his feet were worn out Chuck Taylors, which by her observations, was his only pair of shoes. The usual drumsticks in his hands, he rushed inside.
As he disappeared from sight, Lindsey thought to herself. There was just something about Rodrick that made her in love him. She had only been acquainted with him a few times before, but she felt like she knew him.
"Lindsey, these groceries aren't going to unload themselves!" her mother nagged.
Sigh. "Coming, Mommy Dearest..." she said to herself, chuckling, recalling the childhood movie that scared her at a young age. Lindsey got up from the comfort of her bed and headed down the stairs, her long brown hair whimsically flowing behind her.
"What were you doing up there? You busy or something?" her mother asked excitedly, hoping it was something juicy or fun.
"Nope, nothing mom, just stuck in a fantasy." she replied, unloading the food from the brown bags.
"Care to tell me about it?"
"You wouldn't get it; it's just my imagination acting up again."
"Well, you certainly got my creativity!" she said as she warmly smiled. Lindsey couldn't help but grin, too. They had a good bond compared to the typical mother-daughter relationships you hear about.
She quickly finished the task, hoping to go back to her room and think about Rodrick for hours on end. Just as she headed up the stairs, she heard her mom. Again.
"Oh before you get comfortable up there, would you mind walking Charlie?"
"Ughh, I guess!" Then it hit her. If she walked her dog, she'd get to pass the Heffley's house. Lindsey quickly grabbed the dog's leash from its hook and went to search for her dog so she could get outside.
"Charlie! Come on, time for a walk!" she yelled. Charlie spent so much time with Lindsey; he could practically understand English by now.
She heard a few quiet patters on the floor above. Before she knew it, the fluffy white puppy was running down the staircase, anxious to run around as far as he could on his leash.
She snapped on his leash and hurried outside, excited to pass Rodrick's house.
As she approached the house across the street, gradually decreasing her pace, the change in speed causing the small dog to whimper. She glanced at Rodrick's window, taking note he was in his room. She could hear his Metallica blaring from his stereo. She recognized the song. She walked slower so she could listen. 'Hmm, Whiskey in the Jar? Good song. Damn he's adorable...' she thought as she sluggishly walked past. She continued on her walk, reaching the col-de-sac and headed back home.
Several minutes later, almost at house, she noticed someone on the front porch. Her heart stopped. 'God, please be Rodrick, please!' She kept on walking, not even looking to see if it was really him. As she was about to cross the street to her house, she heard someone approaching her, running, as to not miss her.
"Hey!" a deep, and not to mention sexy, but nervous voice cried out from behind her.
She turned around to see none other than the one and only Rodrick Heffley staring into her eyes.
"Umm, hey…" he repeated, still nervous.
"Hi, hi Rodrick," she replied, trying to keep her cool around the boy she had the hots for. "H-how are you?" he asked. She could see he was nervous. That made her think a bit; guys like Rodrick are supposed to be sly and confident.
"I'm doing fine, how are you?" She slapped herself on the inside, feeling dumb for saying something so predictable.
"Me? I'm good, I'm good." His voice slurred. Both youths could feel the awkwardness surround them like the hot, humid summer air. A silence between the two was just awkward. Too awkward…
He looked down at the small white dog, now lying in the grass. "Hi Charlie!" he cooed, sticking his hand out to pet the cute bundle of fluff.
'He remembers my dog's name?' she thought to herself, surprised. 'Wow, he's so…easy to talk to….'
Rodrick decided to break the air and do what he came to do. "So, uhh, Lindsey, what are you doing? Later? This weekend?" he asked, lifting up his plain white T-shirt to scratch his toned stomach. She melted.
"Nothing, nothing at all!" she blurted, almost too quickly. A grin spread across his face. "Good. You're going to hang out with me." Lindsey couldn't help but smiling wide too. "I'll call ya later."
"You have my number?"
"Of course I do, I have all my friends' phone numbers!" he said, lightly punching her shoulder in a playful boyish manner. She almost jumped in excitement from the touch.
'Oh. My. God. Rodrick freaking Heffley just called me his friend!' she thought to herself. "Yea, that'd be cool." she replied.
"Alright. See ya, Lindsey!" he said with a wink. He turned around and ran back to his house.
"Bye Rodrick!" she yelled, almost too excited. She faced her house and practically skipped home, her dog trailing behind her. She felt like she was on top of the world for the rest of the night.
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