A/N: Love the feedback! Keep it coming you guys! I will not let you down. Now, onto the crazy story of Rodrick and Babydoll. Just to let you guys know, I found most of the information from Google and also the routes.

To Mrs. Hutcherson-Mellark: Man, sorry! I didn't know until I checked your page out! My bad hehe :] Well, I love your username btw ;) Once again, my apologies for picking the name. I don't think you use the name Babydoll though lol XD

Enjoy lovelies :3 Slight violence, P.S I suck at drama.

Indiana Trouble: Part 1

"Are we there yet?" I mumbled, my head resting on a hand.

Indiana was rather near, so why is it taking so damn long?! Oh yeah, because my dear driver decided to stop by a gas station to pee or buy an energy drink every 30 freaking minutes!

Rodrick 'shhed' me,"Patience little one."

"Rodrick, I've been sitting on my butt for three hours, my body is all crunched up and I think I'm getting claustraphobic! Dammit don't tell me to be patient because I am known to be a very impatient girl who is trying so hard to be patient right now!" I pulled on my mussled hair.

He cringed and laughed, "Holy cow, calm down! You know if we're going to get to LA we've got to coordinate with eachother."

I froze in place. The face has got a point. I wouldn't want to risk being lost or, kidnapped, etc. anytime soon during all the states we're going to travel through.

I sucked in a chunk of air, "Okay, okay! I'll calm down, but only because of the trip."

"Good girl," He raised his hand to pat my head, but I growled him.

"You want to keep that hand, punk?"

"Yes, ma'am," He cleared his throat and withdrew his hand back to the wheel.

That's what I thought Heffley. I can become a bully though that was only when I'm stressed out and angry. Right now, I had a mixture of both. Trust me, I am thankful Rodrick is actually doing this even if he's bugging the living shit out of me.

Minutes passed and finally Rodrick obliged into putting the radio on. Sadly, we weren't in range of any stations right now. Stupid turd floater! Ugh! "Nice timing dumbass."

"Gee, did you add an extra hint of bitch in your coffee this morning?" He retorted jokingly.

"Oh shut up butt brain, it seems like someone added a butter of ignorance on your toast too," I chuckled, nudging him.

More silence until I snapped, sighing heavily.

"Rodrick, I'm bored. I would ask how your life is, but I'm afraid to throw up," I said with a smile.

"Excuse me? My life has actually decent stories!" He defended.

"Like what, the time your mom tried to hire someone to watch over you, but the mafia asked for to much?" I teased him, fluttering my eyelashes at his gaping face.

"That did not happen...because...she asked Coach Malone."

I snickered in my hand and pointed at him, "Coach Malone? Are you freaking serious?"

"Yeah, he said I was to much of a 'hooligan delinquent'," He laughed along with me.

"Says the assy 'best' athlete in Plainview who sneaks crappy junk food at night so his wife won't find out," I sneered and crossed my arms.

"Dude, me and my brother played that fake vomit game at him once! Fucking chased us into the mall," Rodrick shook his head in disbelief.

"Seriously? DId he catch ya'?"

"Nawh, we switched out jackets with some mannequins," He chuckled while sniffing. "After that, my girlfriend spend a whole hour yelling at me that I might've taken their coach for cheer."

My smile faded when all that Lindsey and Rodrick shit came running into my mind, "Y-you're dating Lindsey, right?"

He shrugged, pursing his lips sadly, "I don't even know anymore. Especially with so many boys after her that are so much higher in potential than me."

"Don't say that Rodrick. To be honest, I've never met a guy that decided to name their band from an infant toiletry wear."

I wanted to lighten this guy up. Seeing him so gloomy and glum freaked me out. On the other hand, I liked this side of Rodrick. It showed he does sort of have a sensitive part of him.

He cracked a smile, "I know right...thanks...Babydoll."

"And besides, girls that say a lot of guys are after her should keep in mind that low prices always attract many customers," I added in digust.

"You are so evil," He accused me playfully.

"Look at my face, do you think I care that you said that?" I dabbed a finger at my smirking expression.

"Well, from the looks of it, God didn't care either," He spluttered out a laugh, spit flying everywhere.

"Callin' me evil huh?"

"A pretty girl can kiss a guy, a bird can kiss a butterfly, the sun can kiss the grass, but you my friend can kiss my ass," He quoted, my hand flying at his right cheek.

The car swerved slightly when he flinched away.

"Since when did this turn into a version of ghetto Shakesphere?" I grumbled and turned back to the window. I watched the grassy areas around me, some desert, some mountains. Yes, call me moody because I'm always like that even after my monthly torture.

"Aww, did I upset the little baby?" Rodrick cooed sarcastically.

Talk about a dysfunctional relationship we had. It's like whiplash...whipping us all the time!

"No! I'm just...sweating in my eyes!"

"I've heard that one before," He snorted, a green sign coming up beside me.

"Shut up! WE'RE HERE!" I cried out in joy. We finally entered Indiana! Man, have we been talking that much? 5 hours of comebacks and insults and you get Heaven folks.

"Ugh! Yes! I need gas anyways," He agreed.

Once we reached the outskirts of a city, we pulled up to a Chevron Gas Station. I quickly got out of the tiny van, stretching out everything. Oh God, feels so good. Oh God, that sounded dirty. Haha! Rodrick cut the engine off and jogged over to the station to pay. I walked around to shake off the lag, observing my surroundings. Really sunny out today, but we left at 1 p.m, so it's nearly evening. I think we may have to take up 2 days on this trip.

But, I don't mind, I kinda...enjoyed talking to Rodrick. "Hey."

I turned around when a man's voice greeted me. "Um...hi."

He had shaggy long brown locks, brown. Piercing blue orbs, pale skin, and a very muscular figure. Rodrick was a bit taller, maybe by 3 inches or 4. He appeared to be the same age as us though. He was cute at least. I could see his eyes trailing up and down my body, the blue irises slowly filling with interest. Ooooh, awkward.

"I'm sorry if I'm freaking you out, but, I was wondering if you had a phone so I could call my mom," He shyly asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Oh, sorry, but I don't have one. My mom took it away from me," I smiled sheepishly at him from below my eyelashes.

"I see. Does anyone with you have a phone..or are you alone? Because I don't think a beautiful young lady like you should be wandering around Indiana alone," He explained with a toothy grin.

I started backing away subtly, "I'm not alone, I'm with my f-"

"Babydoll! Let's go!"

Rodrick came charging up beside me. I felt a bit uncomfortable once Rodriick and the guy started having a stare-off. More like glowering.

"Sorry again, um...let's go," I nodded up at Rodrick.

Sensing my insecurity, he slung an arm over my shoulders, "Sure baby."

All my blood stopped when Rodrick bent over to kiss me on the head. My face reddened as he turned us away and walked over to the van. Once we reached the van, we got in and drove out of the station, Rodrick's driving more aggressive that usual. "Why'd you do that?"

"That guy was creeping me out too," He lied, gulping down the anger he wanted so hard not to let loose.

"Liar...you did that for me," I gave him a light-hearted smile.

"Pfft, no! Wuh...what makes you say that?" He came back as his voice went up an octave rather than his low one.

I dig that in guys.

"I don't know, but...I know you just did," I declared, finalizing the conversation.

"Bu-"

"Nope, just admit it," I interjected.

"N-"

"Shush."

"FINE!" He snapped, obviously upset he lost. Hahaha! Loser! Bet he never felt like that in school, so he it's all new to him.

Shaking my head, I stared up ahead at the road. There were small motels, tiny suburbs, and a bit of buildings. Walmart, K-Mart, Mini Mart, Shoe Mar- oh what the heck! I swear, people need more imagination on their store names. Like...Apple! I always wonder how Bill thought of that fruit. I mean, what about a peach, or...a strawberry! Oh! A grape! Yeeeaahhh, I'm good.

"You wanna stop by In-N-Out?" Rodrick suddenly asked as the fast-food resturant came into view.

"Sure," I simply stated.

He drove up to the parking lot and parked the car. We got out and started making our way towards the crowded resturant. Rodrick nudged me and laughed.

"You know why it's called 'In-N-Out'?"

I looked at him confused, "No, why? Enlighten me."

"Because the food goes in and then out right away! Hahaha!" He slapped his knee and howled like a madman.

I had to admit, that was freaking funny. I giggled as we entered through the glass doors. Dear God, it's more crowded in here than out there! Me and Rodrick stood there for a second, just bewildered at such amount of people there were in here. Poor workers must be sweating like fuck. We lined up for 20 minutes until we finally made it up at the cashier. Though, the cashier was a very slutty woman, running her eyes up and down Rodrick. Oh great.

"Hello, what may you like?" She seductively purred, batting her eyes at the poor guy.

"U-uhm..uh..just two burgers please and two medium sized drinks," He chuckled nervously.

I snorted, trying so hard to hold in my laughter.

"Would you like more?" The cashier giggled. It sounded more like a maniacle evil laugh.

"N-no...thank you."

He payed her and we walked away, the cashier appearing very unsatisfied. Whore.

"Aw, why didn't you get her number? I think you got the hots for her," I teased him, walking my fingers up his chest.

"Ugh! No! She's like 30 something! Way to old for me," He disgustedly shuddered.

"I know, I'm just playing around."

We got our drinks and someone called our order ready. Now, we were still hopefully trying to find vacant seats.

"Dang..." Rodrick whispered.

"You can say that again," I approved.

"Dang..." He repeated with a grin.

I chuckled before my eyes searched for a seat for 2. C'mon...there! Far...in...the...corner. Through a mob of hungry customers. Fuck nugget!

"Rodrick! Over there!" I pointed to the seats.

Then, a couple across the room also pointed at it. They saw us pointing then glared at me and Rodrick.

"No way, we saw it first," Rodrick shook his head.

Me and him started walking to it, as did the couple. That made us shift into a power walk, so did they. I screamed a little when we got closer to it. The couple at the same length me and Rodrick were at. Many people got in our way which made us slower in speed.

"No!" The man in the couple yelled angrily.

"Yes! I got an idea! C'mon Babydoll!" Rodrick gripped my hand and dragged me up on top of the line of tables.

"Are you crazy!" I shrieked, the families sitting on the tables staring at us in horror.

Without a response, Rodrick handed me our tray with our food, pulled on me and we ran down the tables, the food below our feet flying everywhere. This would be the time where that trumpet racing music would come up.

"Sorry! Sorry! So sorry!" I chanted as we kept our sprint.

The couple was only 2 feet away from the table and Rodrick did an insane dare-devil trick by flinging himself at the table. He fell on top of the table with a grunt.

"No!" The couple cried out, sulkly walking away.

I sighed heavily, jumping off of the last table. I turned around and saw the people all smothered in food contents. Whoops. I blocked my face with my hand and skipped to me and Rodrick's table.

"What the hell was that for Rodrick!" I snarled, pushing him off of the table and onto the seat. I set the tray down and put my hands on my hips.

"That was for the table!" He weakly replied.

He dropped his head onto the table tiredly. I sat down on the seat, unwrapping my burger. I think we'd better hurry this meal up before the families call the police on us.

Dawltons and Heffleys

The two families were huddled together at the Dawltons' hotel room. They had landed just an hour ago and the parents were all extremely tired and wary.

"Don't worry, Angela. Babydoll is smart, I doubt something will happen to the both of them," Dylan assured the teary mother.

"I wish I could say the same about my son, but I know Rodrick. He can be smart too...in a way...and he'll always know what decision is right and what is not...at the time," Frank unsurely sighed.

Susan nodded. Eventhough her son isn't the brightest or maturest, he's born to survive during conflictive situations like this. He knows what he's doing..sometimes. She knows he'll know what to do.

"Both our kids are strong, that's why my worries are slowly subsiding," Susan muttered, the other parents nodding in approval.

The kids were all knocked out from the eventful day, so they didn't need to hear the conversation.

"I wonder how they're doing right now."

Babydoll's POV

"Rodrick! Stop it!"

He was swerving all around the road, cars honking at us while others screamed very nasty curses. Rodrick thought it'd be funny to spray paint a biker's motorcycle pink. Now, there were 4 very angry bikers hot on our trails.

"Get back here you two runts!" A raspy voice warned us.

"I don't feel like dying, so nut up or shut up, Babydoll!" Rodrick was in near hysterics.

"Neither do I!" I shouted at him. "This all your fault!"

He sped us into an alley. No! They'll freaking corner us! The fates and my theory were right when a wall gated in front of us.

"Shit!" Rodrick whispered, stopping the car.

I heard the motorcycle engines behind us. One of them came stomping out beside Rodrick's door.

"So, you think it's pretty funny to do this to my bike huh?" The biker cracked his knuckles. Ugh, gross.

Rodrick gulped, twisting his head out of the window to stare at the Barbie styled vehicle. "Nope."

Really? At this time, that's all you say? 'Nope'? I chuckled, sweat beading down my head, "I think we can all work this out."

"Yeah, like this," The biker pulled Rodrick's door open, grabbed Rodrick by the collar and dragged him out.

I gasped, opening up my door, but another one of the biker's 'thug' friends wouldn't let me. "Dammit let me out!"

"Sorry little lady, but your boyfriend needs to be punished," He smirked, winking at me.

"Shut the fuck up and..he's not my boyfriend!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the biker punch Rodrick right at his eye. Then another one came and kicked him in the guts. I screamed, putting my hand over my mouth.

"Let him go! Stop! What do you want from us?" I asked, tears blurring my eyes.

The two bikers stopped their beatings at Rodrick, proudly smiling at me.

"How about your ride?" One suggested.

"That's seems like a deal. Lover boy, or the van. Pick one," The guy who kicked Rodrick challenged me.

WTF. Why? It's the ride, or Rodrick. Paradise or Rodrick. I can't leave him here. I'll never be able to live with myself. Leaving him...no way...we're in thsi together. That's when a stupid and crazy idea danced in my mind. Epic!

I took a deep breath, "The van."

Rodrick's eyes widened. They shown betrayal and anger, something I never wanted to see in him. I don't know why, but it stabbed my heart with a cleaver when he looked like that.

"Wrong choice, my dear," The biker chuckled evilly.

"We'll see about that," I growled, jumping into the driver's seat. I started up the car, and stared daggers at the bikers. I backed the car up with so much speed, it hit some of the remaining bikers on their bikes. I spun the car 180 degrees, knocking the bikers who were restraining Rodrick away. "Hurry c'mon!"

Rodrick's red, and purple face brightened. He limped up to the passenger's door, opening it and climbing in. I drove us out of the alley before the bikers got to their ride.

"Are you okay?" I panted, still trying to steady my alarming heart rate.

"Yeah, just a bruised eye, and my guts freaking ache," He groaned, leaning his head back on the head rest.

"I'll fix you up. We need to get away from those lunatics first," I shakily said. I also needed to find a place to stay at for Rodrick to recover at least. The...park! It's perfect! My eyes fell upon a far away, tall sign that said: Indianapolis Park. I remember when I got into a fight in 4th grade with a girl and my mom always took me to the park back home for ice cream. That made me feel a lot better and she brought me there when I was in recovery after surgery for my broken ankle. That's how it mostly came into mind.

Damn I'm smart sometimes.

"Thank you," Rodrick croaked. "I thought you were going to leave me alone."

My lips tugged up into a wide, meaningful smile, "Never."

A/N: Awww poor Rodrick! Sorry baby, but I had to put in a little action there and some drama! Well, Babydoll has finally said she'll never leave him. Double awww! My mind is starting writer's block badly so do not flame me if my chapters are rather...lame.

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