Summary:
Odette Channing seeks liberation in life from her over-protective brother, Dean, and from her own peers in high school. In the process, she discovers her dynamic self while romancing with the focus of her quiet infatuation, Rodrick Heffley. Rated T for language. (unedited ((sex)) third chapter coming soon!)
Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my first fanficition for Diary of a Whimpy Kid. This will be a three-shot fic, meaning this story will have only three chapters.
Although this fic is Rodrick x OC, please note the OC is not a marysue! My OC, Odette, is based off of a new singer, Porcelain Black, who inspired me to write this after viewing her music video, This is What Rock 'n Roll Looks Like.
Hope you enjoy!
~Much love
Disclaimer: I do not own any DOAWK characters mentioned. I DO, however, own Odette and Dean Channing.
This Is What Rock 'n Roll Looks Like
"I'm going to band practice later after class. Tell mom, would ya?...Sis?...Odette!"
Dean shouted from the foyer with a beaten red plaid backpack slung over one shoulder. It was painfully close to eight thirty, and the siblings were in dire need to leave the house for school. Of course, Dean simply did not care for his attendance. However, his younger sister was another story. He was vigilant of Odette, or "Oddy" as he named her due to her eccentric and introverted ways. How was this so?
"Sorry, Dean. Needed an extra second.." spoke an alto, somewhat raspy voice.
The petite young lady with curved legs was clad all in lovely midnight shades, a floor length black skirt with lace trim concealing her lower body, and a purposely ripped "Alice In Chains" t-shirt which bared one vanilla crème shoulder. Her hair was…well…
"What the HELL?" Dean murmured, his crystal blue eyes wide as the blazing sun.
Odette's previously chestnut brown hair had been partially dyed a platinum blonde, while the other half was a raven black.
"I felt compelled to, I cannot explain why! I love it," she simply stated, a closed mouth smile tugging at the corners of her petal rose lips.
Dean merely smirked as he composed himself from the outrageous sight.
"Mom is going to murder you," he chuckled.
As Odette descended the mahogany staircase with rapid footsteps, she spoke with certainty.
"If she hasn't killed me yet, then I should be still breathing sweet air when I come home."
"Touche'. But still.."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Perhaps."
The pair of youths exited the empty household, the elder sibling permitting Odette to walk out before him. She bid him "thanks," and the ten minute walk to hell school, erm, high school began.
*Next Scene*
"I have an idea for the band," Odette began.
"You always have ideas for the band," her brother shot down.
"Dean, c'mon, I can really help out! I can help you get recognition!"
Dean and Odette were close to the school entrance, passing by the group of hipsters and art fanatics grouped together beneath a blossoming cherry tree.
"Oddy, we're fine on our own. We don't need you barging in on our scene."
"Scene? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Wouldn't understand? Dean, stop looking at me as if I'm still your baby sister. I want to work with you, I want to really make this band soar."
"First off, it's Rodrick's band, and I'm the singer. Second, you're too young. Third, I don't want some horny douchebags chasing after my baby sister."
"Look, I appreciate the concern, but…you and I have always loved music since we were kids. Ever since you joined LD, you pushed me away, and don't even include me anymore."
"It's nothing personal, I wish you would let that go! It's a different world, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out and be safe!"
And she remained silent, as per usual.
Entering through the large double door entrance of the school, they progressed through some of the crowded madhouse of a hallway before encountering a rather tall, dark haired young man with plump pink lips and an innate devilish twinkle in his eye. Rodrick…And cue the blonde/brunette's cheeks to flush scarlet.
"Dean," the young man greeted.
"Hey, vamp boy," Dean teased.
"'Vamp boy'?" he repeated.
"The black get-up, the smeared eyeliner from last night's gig. Dude, you're frickin' Dracula."
"Oh shut up," he seethed.
"And now you sound like my sister."
It was now Odette's turn to transmit a dagger-sharp glare in his direction.
"Yeah, well, at least Odette's cool," Rodrick responded smoothly, looking in the said young lady's direction.
She smiled to herself.
"Dude, shut up. I'll see you later. Odette, wait for me after class, ok?"
"Yes, my liege," she answered sarcastically, brushing a pale gold lock of hair behind her ear.
With that said, Dean left for his first period class sluggishly, leaving his younger sister alone with his bandmate.
"Uh," Odette breathed, nervous in her current situation with the young man she fancied for quite some time.
"So.." Rodrick spoke. "Heading to your locker?"
"Yeah, yeah. I mean, yes.."
"Cool, I'll walk with you. I'm avoiding first period as much as possible."
She tittered, her nerves settling down beneath her flushed skin.
"Why is that, hm?"
"Ms. Ingate. Need I say more? The prehistoric bat wants my blood, I'm telling ya."
Rodrick and Odette walked beside one another, locating her locker down the end of the hall.
"What did you do now, set her hair on fire?" she humored.
"God, I wish!" he shouted, his hazel irises lighting up with thrill.
"Ha ha! Well, I just inspired you."
"Perhaps, perhaps."
The pair had both arched a single eyebrow humorously, only to laugh further more. The laughter ceased with Odette when three young ladies, clad in pink plaid and khaki delights, passed by, snickering in her direction. She did not need subhuman hearing to register the audition sourcing from one of their glossed pretty lips. "Freak!"
She despised the fact that this consistent teasing was able to slither through her veins, pestering her. Even before her hair antics, she was known as the recluse, the odd one, the circus freak who drew on her arms out of boredom. Only occasionally would her older brother be present to repel these neanderthals from his precious sibling.
Taking notice of this nonsense, Rodrick automatically saluted a middle finger in their direction.
"Fuck. You."
The young lady was slightly surprised, yet simultaneously flattered. Although intense by nature, Rodrick did have a side that exhibited loyalty. Either way, the gesture made Odette smile.
The tall brunette withdrew his whimsical slim hand, and looked back down onto the shorter young lady beside him.
"Give them no mind, you hear me? They have no class."
"Hmm," she partially smiled. "Neither do we."
"Yeah, but we make it look good," he winked.
Arriving at the very last locker door down the hall, Odette rested a hand on the turning knob of the lock before settling her darling crystalline irises upon the naturally flushed tan face and chiseled cheekbones of the young man.
"Thanks, Rodrick. You're pretty cool sometimes," she admitted shyly.
"I keep telling my brother that, but he doesn't seem to agree."
"Wow, you're not arrogant at all," she teased.
"Nope, not the least," he grinned in response.
"Well…Thank you. I'll see you around."
"You too," he said as he waved and turned to walk back down the hallway.
His footsteps ceased, however, turning back around to look at Odette with an uncharacteristic gentle look.
"For the record," he began with a velvet voice laced with introversion. "I like your hair that way."
Odette grinned, her arms crossing before her bosom. That lovely look on her face was just as good as a "thank you" in Rodrick's mind. He dismissed himself once again by walking back down the hallway. Her eyes drifted slowly over his back….how the thin cotton black t-shirt seemed to hang from his lean frame so seductively, carelessly. The way his studded black belt hung loosely around his hips. The way his denim pants just hugged his-
'Ugh!' thought Odette. 'Stop it, damnit! Stop looking, stop looking!'
Thus, she stopped, flushing a maddening shade of scarlet as she unlocked her locker and began to dump her bookbag's contents into the compartment.
"Damn you, Rodrick Heffley…" she grumbled.
*Next Scene*
Throughout the rest of the cloudy Thursday, the mind of Odette had progressed in its swarming of the years-old argument between her and her elder brother, and the stifled attraction towards Rodrick. Dean would never approve. He never did. He had a way of tainting her relationships with boys, which was not many to begin with. 'Gee, I wonder why,' she thought sarcastically. She could easily recall a time when she was thirteen, and a boyfriend had come by to study. Dean, unfortunately, had also been home, leaving the battle field open for the protective young man. He so-called "disliked the guy's attitude," and threw the poor boy into a dumpster.
Family ties. Oh, how dreadfully bothersome it all was…
She was tired of being suppressed, not only by Dean, but by her parents, her peers, everything. She felt as if there was always someone to judge her, pressure her into a certain molded figure. She despised it all with such passion. Yet, she also despised herself for allowing this all to disgruntle her.
She prayed for freedom…Freedom from herself.
These realizations and ponderings had been swimming within her mental chambers for some time. A plan had actually been conceived over the course of a few days to break her own rules and regulations. The bi-polarized dying of her once chestnut honey locks was only the first step.
Depicting images of leather and lace clothes with intense vocabulary and musings, Odette was set to perform to this very night at band practice…at Rodrick Heffley's residence.