Diary of a Wimpy Kid Fanfiction
Back Again
"I'm not making your little brother sit-well there aren't even seats back there, but I'm not-!"
"Get in back, Greg."
"Rodrick!" Gwen scolded, her breath fogging up in the mid-November air.
School has been going on for almost a whole semester already, and Gwen couldn't believe (still) that she managed to drag Rodrick, her boyfriend of almost a year (okay, that still gave her the chills) to homecoming. He went more willingly than she expected. He might've even enjoyed himself...
Anyway, back to November; Gwen raised her eyebrows and met Rodrick's hazel-honey gaze for a while before melting. It didn't take much for him to make her melt. And Rodrick Heffley seemed to take advantage of this anytime he could. Like now.
"Get in back, Greg." Rodrick repeated, although his smirking eyes were on Gwen.
Greg sighed, sick of their bantering, and pulled open the van door taht had crudely written on the side "Loded Diaper", the name of Rodrick's band. Gwen, frowning, watched as young Greg climbed into the storage bin that was the back of the van. Drums, garbage, and even an amplifire were awaiting Greg. Before Gwen could say anything, the door was slammed shut, and she was pinned between the van and Rodrick.
She squealed in surprise as his hands smacked onto the white door on either side of her face. He smiled slyly, leaning in slowly to give her a kiss. At first, she gladly accepted it, looping her arms around his waist. Then, she remember that they were making out right in front of both of their houses. And Gwen's father's car was still parked in the driveway. Her parents finally learned to accept Rodrick, but they were still somewhat wary of them and their, lately, major PDA. And so, she quickly pushed him away, gently and regretfully, and ducked under his arms.
"Come on, we'll be late at this rate." She told him, pulling the passenger door open.
"You act like I care." Rodrick retorted, a faux-shocked look on his face as he went around to the driver's side.
"You do." Gwen smiled, buckling her seat belt.
With a careless air, Rodrick buckled himself in and started the van. He glanced back, a dangerous look plastered on his face. Just as the shaggy-dark-haired seventeen year old was about to shift into drive and, most likely, drive even more recklessly than usual, Gwen cleared her throat.
A warning.
Rodrick froze, his fingers wriggling impatiently on the gear shift and his eyes begging like a puppy dog's. Before his gaze could ensnare her, Gwen shook her head and closed her sky-blue eyes. Her shoulder length brown hair, which was twisted into a side braid, brushed her shoulder as she shook her head.
"Do I have to drive?" She threatened.
"It's my van."
"And you were just about to risk two lives, which happen to be lives that you should probably really care about."
"I, uh, I don't wanna be late, guys-" Greg piped up from the back.
"Problem solved, then." Rodrick exclaimed, smiling as he violently jerked the van away from the curb.
Greg and the items in back immediately began to shift and swerve around, hitting and colliding with both each otehr and the van walls.
"Rodrick!"
"He's fine, Gwenny."
Greg's shouts of surprise and whimpers begged to differ. As Rodrick calmly put his right around over Gwen's head rest with a satified smirk on his face, Gwen was clutched the dashboard for dear life, her eyes shooting daggers at her sometimes (okay, pretty much always) stupid boyfriend. Rodrick jerked the van to an abrupt halt in front of Greg's junior high. All the items in back seemed to freeze for a second before gravity took back over, crashing everything back to the floor. Gwen looked back to see Greg toppled over one of the snare drums with a cymbal on his chest.
"Oh dear, you alright, Greg?" Gwen asked, her brows knit together with worry.
She unbuckled and stepped out, pulling open the van door. She climbed into the back and helped Greg gather his things that flew from his backpack. Rodrick laughed, but it was silenced when his girlfriend glared up at him. Once Greg had his things all back in his bag, and his clothes and hair fixed by Gwen, they both got back out. Gwen patted his head and gave him a kiss in the same spot. The boy looked up at her, red in the face.
"Have a nice day!"
When Gwen got back in the car, Rodrick was staring at her with a strange expression. It made her blush, the way he was staring so intently at her. She brushed a fly strand of hair back into place, then glanced away.
"Well? Do you want us to be late? Let's go." She urged, pointing at the radio clock, which read "7:48".
"You're beautiful."
The way he said those two words made Gwen look at him right away. And then she was lost completely in his eyes. Gwen felt the blush travel from her toes all the way to neck, and then her face. She felt ridiculous, but Rodrick never said those words like that. And his expression was serious, Gwen could tell. It rarely was, but she knew it when she saw it. And there it was.
"I-" She was at a lost for words, so she looked back down at her lap, playing with her fingers with the cut-off gloves.
Rodrick reached across and took one of her hands in his own. And then slowly, ever so slowly, brought it to his winter-chapped lips. Gwen's heart sped up and froze at the same time, leaving her breathless. Then, as quick as it happened, Rodrick dropped her hand from his lips, but kept in hold as he pulled away.
In a serene silence, with fingers entwined, the couple drove to school.
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