Rodrick

On Halloween night, Rodrick was not feeling the holiday spirit. The only thing he wanted to do was spend the night binge watching all of the Halloween movies in his bed. It was all because of Bobbi.

She was serious about distancing herself from him for a while after the incident with her ex. They didn't talk in their classes, she didn't eat lunch with him and his boys, and there were no after school tutoring sessions for the time being. Whenever their eyes met in the hallways, she quickly looked away in a different direction. Out of respect towards her, he didn't press it. He knew that she wasn't mad at him for fighting her ex-boyfriend considering that the dick seemed ready to start hitting in on her, but it still hurt. His feelings for Bobbi Rivers ran deeper than just attraction…but with the string of unluckiness he had in trying to impress her, they probably weren't meant to be.

"Rodrick, Mom says you have to take me and Manny to the Halloween party," Greg announced as he walked up into the attic, wearing an Iron Man costume. Rodrick had just made a big bowl of popcorn for himself (and it was the first time he was allowed to do so alone without adult supervision) and was already resigned to his bed.

"I don't have to do shit," he replied defiantly off instinct. On his tv screen, one of the female characters in Halloween was exposing her breasts to her boyfriend. He couldn't find it in him to enjoy such an objectively good scene like he normally would.

"Oh but you do, because Mom said so and you know what she says is final," Greg challenged as he dared to step closer to him. He almost got ready to throw a pillow at him but then Manny came running in behind Greg, wearing a Captain America costume. Rodrick used his remote control to rewind the movie several seconds before the sex scene. When Manny walked in on him watching Zombie Strippers, the brat caused their parents to take his tv from him for three weeks.

"Dick, get your lazy motherfuggin ass up!" His youngest baby swore at him, making Greg gasp. Rodrick raised his eyebrows at the words. Their dad had said something similar to him quite a few times and that's certainly who inspired Manny to use those words, not him or Greg.

"Manny, don't say that word again! It's bad," his middle brother scolded his youngest.

"Johnny Cheddar told me to say it," Manny defended himself innocently. Rodrick remembered a time when he, as a little boy Manny's age, used an imaginary friend as an excuse for why he said "cunt". It didn't stop their parents from making him wash his mouth out with soap afterwards.

"Well if you say it again, we're not going to this party," Greg threatened, "That Rodrick is taking us to," he added quickly to remind him. Rodrick scowled at him in spite. His youngest brother stomped around before running back downstairs.

'So this is how I'm spending Halloween. Forced to cater to two fucking brats instead of being with Bobbi,'he thought to himself while staring up at the ceiling lifelessly.

Greg

"Mom forced me to wear an Iron Man costume to match with Manny's Captain America one for the party. Since Iron Man is my favorite Avenger, I tried to be optimistic about it but on the ride over to the Hills mansion, he already threw his plastic shield at me three times. And Rodrick didn't care because he's too hung up on whatever went down between him and Bobbi."

There were already dozens of cars lined up outside the Hills residence when Rodrick dropped him and Manny off. Greg watched as his older brother then speedily drove off before a member of the family could see him. After the fiasco he caused at Heather's sweet sixteen, Greg was pretty sure his brother would have gotten the cops called on him otherwise.

"Greg," Holly called out to him cheerfully, dressed as Cinderella. Behind her was her little sister Hannah, who was dressed as Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. He led his little brother over to the girls, and then pecked his girlfriend on the cheek. They then politely smiled at each other.

Since they got over their fight last week, they tried to get their relationship back to normal. Holly did her best to spend as much time with him as he could and they recently had a nice date at the mall. They still kissed every now and then too.

However, the passion they had for each other over the summer hadn't returned yet.

"Hannah, this is my little brother, Manny. Manny, meet Hannah," he introduced the two kids while holding Manny's hand.

The two toddlers didn't seem to want to be bothered with each other. Hannah scrunched her nose up at Manny, who timidly hid behind his leg.

"Eww," Holly's little sister commented in a stuck up, snotty manner.

"When it comes to the interactions between the Heffleys and the Hills, I guess that Holly and I are the only ones who are gonna have a successful relationship."

As he feared, the Halloween party was full of nothing but snot-nosed, bratty, screaming, hyperactive little kids. Manny would have fit right in but for some reason he was spooked at the idea of interacting with other children. When the kids were dancing to kiddie songs, Manny refused to join them on the floor. When it was time to play games, Manny refused to participate unless he also participated, and that was not fun for him because it took time away from him and Holly. And his girlfriend didn't seem to care. She was too busy talking to Patty, who was fittingly dressed as a witch.

"Cupcakes for you two?" A butler offered them while holding a tray of chocolate cupcakes, decorated with black and orange frosting, red glitter, and shapes of bats and ghosts.

"Yeah, we'll take some," Greg accepted as the butler then gave them the cupcakes. He kneeled down and handed one to Manny, who was tightly holding onto him.

"Manny, why don't you want to hang out with the other kids?" He asked his little brother in concern.

"Because other kids don't like me," Manny answered sadly, Greg should have figured that was the case. He had overheard plenty of phone calls between their mom and Manny's preschool teachers about how anti-social, spoiled, and bratty Manny acted towards other children. It was why he hadn't made a single friend yet. That fact didn't bring Greg any happiness. It actually worried him because this was going to be a big problem when Manny entered kindergarten next year.

"Because you're not talking to them and they just don't know you. Tell you what, if you try to play with those kids for the rest of the night, I'll sneak you as much candy as I can when Mom and Dad aren't looking, alright?" He offered him with a smile.

"Okay," Manny accepted, probably only because of the possibility of more candy, "Bubby, you're like Mommy."

Greg's smile fell as he hated the comparison yet again.

Rodrick

Being forced to drop his brothers off at the Hills residence was bad enough, being forced to give out candy all night because his mom was at a class and his dad was doing his usual routine of dumping water on teenagers had Rodrick ready to drive his van into a wall.

He coped by wearing a terrifying devil's mask on his face at the door. It was a part of the Lucifer costume he wore when he was ten years old and he was surprised it was still in the basement all of these years later. He had actually managed to scare off five kids so far with it.

He was in the middle of continuing his Halloween marathon when someone knocked on the door again. He bubbled up the scream he was gonna let out in his throat as he got off the couch and grabbed a big bowl of candy. Like the previous times, he viciously whipped the door open as part of his performance.

"OOGAH OOGAH OOGAH BOOGAH!" A little boy, dressed as a vampire, exclaimed before pouncing on his leg and biting at him. Rodrick was now screaming for an entirely different reason.

"Bram, stop doing that!" He heard Jerri exclaim as he jumped in fright. He looked forward and saw the younger Rivers sister in front of him, also dressed as a vampire. The little boy who attacked him looked up at her innocently.

"But Imma a vampire," he argued.

"You're about to be a vampire with no candy if you keep biting people," she scolded harshly before focusing her attention onto him, "I'm sorry, Rodrick," she apologized sheepishly. "My little brother has been getting a little too in character all night."

The little boy hissed at him for dramatic effect, wearing fake plastic teeth in his mouth. He then held up a little shopping bag. "Trick or Treat," he requested or more so demanded. Jerri then held up her treat bag as well. If these two weren't Bobbi's younger siblings and he wasn't so determined to get rid of as much Halloween candy in his bowl as possible, he would have slammed the door in the faces.

"What are you guys doing all the way out here anyway?" He asked as he dumped big scoops of candy into their bags.

"Our big brother always said that the suburbs are the best places to get Halloween candy. He's waiting around the corner in his car," she answered, "Is Greg here?"

"No, he's at a Halloween party his girlfriend is throwing, sorry," Rodrick answered and he watched closely as a sad expression then fell on Jerri's face.

"Oh, I was really hoping to see him," she admitted and Rodrick had a suspicious feeling as to why. She grabbed her little brother's hand so they could walk away.

"Bobbi misses you, she's just bad at processing her feelings," she bluntly admitted next, shocking him, before they left his presence.

'What feelings would she be processing?' Rodrick wondered and a tiny feeling of hope simmered in his gut.

For the sake of his mental health, he got rid of it.

Greg

"I guess it's a good thing we're leaving before the clock strikes midnight," Greg joked to his girlfriend as they resided in her room, taking a break from dealing with the kids. Holly's bed had to be the softest he had ever laid on with sheets that were hotel quality.

His girlfriend didn't laugh at the joke but she politely smiled in return. It made him awkwardly shuffle around. With how they made up, there shouldn't have been any more tension between them and tonight should have been more fun than what it was. When she looked at him, there was a pained look on her face.

"Greg, I have something I need to tell you," she began, "I'm not going to Crosslands next year."

That didn't seem so bad to him at first. Plenty of couples went to different high schools. "So you're going to the Catholic school on the other side of town? Or Sacksville High?" He questioned. He got on edge when she shook her head.

"No, I'm going to school overboard. In Paris," she confessed, "It's why I'm taking French."

Multiple thoughts were racing through Greg's mind as he tried to process her confession. Multiple feelings came over him too. However he could only manage to get out one word. "Why?" He asked.

"My parents aren't satisfied with the school system in America and think that I would be better off getting my education overseas. I tried to argue with them but their decision is final," she explained, and he could tell that she was genuinely upset as he was about this.

He didn't say anything else for a moment. Several long, painful seconds passed by as they sat silently together, and Greg felt that there was already an ocean between them.

"Greg? Can you say something?" She pleaded.

He grabbed her hand and looked at her intensely in her eyes. He cupped her face and then they started kissing passionately.

It was the first time they truly made out with each other. And it was under the worst circumstances.

Rodrick

After Jerri had left, Rodrick debated himself back and forth on whether he should call Bobbi. He wanted, no he needed to know how she felt about him. However he ultimately decided against it. When he was in the middle of the third Halloween movie, his dad successfully dunked water on a bunch of teens for the first time ever.

"HAHA! Got them motherfuckers!" His dad cheered as he ran down the steps with a now empty trash can, laughing like an evil maniac that just escaped from jail. He must have looked troubled because his dad promptly dropped his cheerful attitude at the sight of him. "What's wrong?" His dad asked him in concern.

"Nothing," Rodrick denied, but his old man only narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Did something happen with that girl?" His dad asked him while setting down the trash can. "I've been noticing that you haven't talked about her in a hot minute. And you haven't been practicing with your band."

"That should be making you happy," he bitterly remarked, making the older man sigh. Rodrick had to scoot over and make space for his father sitting down on the couch next to him.

"That actually doesn't make me happy, Rodrick. Because that's not the behavior of the son I've raised for almost nineteen years," he remarked seriously to him, "Your mother and I do want your band to be successful, we just want you to make the proper moves to secure yourself in the chance they don't work out. To survive in this world, you have to be well rounded and it's a parent's job to encourage that. You may not understand that well but you will when you have your own kids. Now as for the girl, has she turned you down?"

"No, but she needs some time away from me apparently so she can process her feelings," Rodrick answered, while looking away from his old man. "I don't know why girls are so complicated."

"It comes with the quirks of being young. But you know, we guys can be just as complicated. When I was two years younger than you, I met your mom and immediately we fell in love. Problem was, I had a girlfriend at the time so that led to a…lot of drama. I was in love with your mom but I didn't know how to break up with my girlfriend in a way that wouldn't hurt her. Unfortunately getting hurt during a break up was inevitable but I was naive enough to believe differently at the time. I also kinda enjoyed having two girls into me at first. We had to get a fourth person involved to end the relationship for me so I can be with your mom because I wasn't brave enough to do it on my own," his dad confessed.

The story shocked Rodrick considering that he never heard of it before, really. The most his parents told him and his brothers was that they met on a beach at Ruttyneck Island. He couldn't picture a man as serious and orderly as his dad being so…

"Wow, Dad. You were kind of a player," he assumed as their eyes met, and his old man chuckled.

"I was a little different back then than I am now, yeah," he mused, "Don't be like me. Fortunately I don't think you're the type of guy to repeat my mistake. If you and Bobbi are meant to be, then you guys will be together. It's that simple. If you guys aren't, well, don't be like your Uncle Gary and marry any girl who will give you attention. But I have a good feeling about you two just by how greatly she's impacting your life."

It was the nicest advice his dad has ever given him. Rodrick hadn't known the guy was even capable of telling him facts that weren't dripped in condescension and negativity. "Thanks Dad," he replied in gratitude.

His dad gripped his shoulder affectionately and Rodrick's Halloween didn't end on a completely bad note.

Greg

"I left Hannah's halloween party that night feeling pretty dreadful about my future with Holly. A permanent wall was built between us that couldn't come down. The next day, when the inevitable happened, even though I was prepared for it, it didn't suck any less."

After school, Greg sat apart from his girlfriend on the school steps. Neither of them were happy about the conversation they were going to have to have. "If you're going to be so far away by the end of the year, we should end things now," he declared and he couldn't believe that he was the one starting this. "I don't want to hold you back."

If they stayed together for the rest of the school year, Holly leaving the country for Paris would hang over his head every day. He would really start behaving like a clingy dick and that would just make everything between them worse. They had to end things now.

"I know," she agreed, "You wouldn't hold me back, though."

He would. He knew he would. He didn't have much going on for him except for his skills at video games, drawing, and singing with a soprano. Those skills weren't very compatible with all of the awesome things Holly had going for herself in comparison.

"What we had for a few months was nice. You treated me better than how the other guys at our school would. They only liked me because I'm pretty. We had a deeper connection than that," she replied, "You're a great guy, Greg, and you'll find another girl that appreciates it."

"Thanks," he said politely, "You'll find someone amazing too in Paris."

Holly sadly smiled at him before kissing him on the cheek and that made their breakup final.

It was only the first of November, but this was the worst day of his school year so far.

When Rodrick pulled up in his van several minutes later, Greg tried to hide the pain he was feeling. His older brother's built on lie detector activating as soon as he got in the car made that attempt impossible. "You got an F today?" His older brother teased.

"We broke up," he flatly answered, not wanting to elaborate further.

"Oh….," Rodrick replied awkwardly. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not right now," he rejected, and his older brother nodded in acceptance. Greg now knew exactly how his older brother felt when he got dumped by his first girlfriend.

Rodrick silently drove them home and the reality of the situation kept hitting him harder and harder. Even though he tried to give off the impression that he wanted to be alone, when his older brother parked his van in front of their house and pressed him again, Greg knew he needed to be comforted.

"I'm giving you five minutes while Mom isn't out here to see us," Rodrick warned, but when he threw himself into his arms to start crying, he held him eagerly.

Rodrick

"At least you guys didn't break up because she ended up hating you," Rodrick tried to assure his brother weakly later in his room.

Greg had mostly stopped crying and instead opted for sniffling on his shoulder. The last time that Rodrick allowed his little brother to cry to him was six years ago, before he went to middle school. He had accidentally hit Greg's head in the refrigerator door while he closed it, and to prevent his little brother from telling their parents he immediately pulled him into a big hug and let him cry into his shirt. Greg had forgiven him quickly after that. Despite Greg suffering through no physical pain this time, the circumstances were worse.

"It still sucks," Greg grumbled.

"I know," Rodrick agreed, "I know. The thing about breakups is when you really care about the girl, it's the worst. It really fucks you up and sends you on a downward spiral. But you'll get past this, I promise. If you can pull the richest and most popular girl at school, you can pull any girl." 'Like Jerri Rivers.'

"I can only hope," his little brother muttered.

"You're thirteen. This is only the beginning," Rodrick promised him, and he tried not to openly show how embarrassed he was at the fact that Greg got a girlfriend at an earlier age than he did. He distracted himself from the feeling by wrapping his arm around his little brother affectionately.

A guy's first heartbreak often cut the deepest.

Greg

The next day at school was not fun for Greg as the entire school was already aware of the breakup.

"Loser, I knew you would screw up with her," he heard Patty sneer as he walked past her in the hallway. He ignored her. Some guys were gleefully whispering among themselves that now that Holly was single, they all had a chance. He ignored them too.

He couldn't ignore Ruby Burd, who stepped in his pathway again. "Naaaasty Heffleyssss," she hissed again, and Greg braced himself for the attack. When she lunged forward, her attack was blocked by Jerri running up to her from behind and spraying water at her with a bottle. The other girl screamed as if she was a vampire being exposed to sunlight and ran off.

"Geez, you pretty much saved my life back there," he remarked.

"I just knew this would come in handy," she reasoned while holding the spray bottle to her chest. Her face then shifted to a more concerned look. "I'm sorry about you and Holly, Greg."

"It's okay." 'Or it will be.'

"Would you like a…hug?" She offered next, giving him vibes that she didn't know what else to say. He himself didn't know what else to say about this situation than he already had. He cried to his brother, he bitched about it angrily to Rowley, and he calmly explained to his parents that this was a mutual breakup. Now he was feeling mostly hollow about it.

He took the hug from Jerri though, who he knew wasn't one for physical affection unless she initiated. This was a big offer from her that he didn't know if he'll get again. When he opened his arms up, she embraced him tightly.

Greg discovered that it wasn't just her smiles and giggles that were warm, it was her touch too.

Rodrick

Just as Rodrick was having another internal battle with himself on whether or not he should approach Bobbi, she approached him first. He was filling in the last answers for his Spanish packet in class when she walked up to his desk.

"Hey Rodrick," she greeted.

"Bobbi," he greeted back. Her braids were now gone and she had her long, thick hair pulled into a simple, bushy ponytail instead. The sweater she wore was grey and plain. There wasn't any makeup on her face. None of this stopped her from being the hottest girl at their school. "How's everything?" He asked next, breaking the ice.

"I missed you," she confessed, "I'm sorry for cutting you off for a while there."

"It's only been a week," he reminded her, even though it really felt like forever.

"I didn't just cut you off, I cut everyone off, it was like I was mentally off of this planet and I can't take it anymore. I want to be myself again," she explained, "And I missed having you as my friend."

Friend. That was a word that he wasn't really happy to hear their relationship described as. It was the kiss of death. "Me too….," he agreed as his heart crumbled in his chest.

She tilted her head at his reply for some reason and there was another unreadable expression on her face. "You like having me as a friend?" She asked him in a flat, even tone.

'No, I went through four embarrassing attempts to impress you and they all went to shit. So I'm just resigned to my fate now,' he thought to himself grumpily. "Yeah," was the lie he put out instead.

She then pulled out the piece of paper with the lyrics of "Heat" on it from her backpack.

"I wrote some new verses for Heat and I would like for you to read them. Please," she requested.

He didn't want to read lyrics about her feelings for another guy. But when she was looking at him with those beautiful dark eyes of hers, he couldn't say no to her at that moment. "Sure," he accepted as he took the paper from her hand gently. He then began reading. The hook of the song was what he read before and he braced himself for the first verse of her rapping about the lucky bastard who caught her attention.

The actual lyrics of the first verse caught him off guard. He narrowed his eyes to understand what he was reading. "I got a friend named Roddy, I need his hands all over my body, he's a rocker that needs to kiss me by my lockers. He's tall, he's cute, he's bad but the way he hits his drums drives me mad…," he recited while slowly looking up at her, who had a knowing smile on her face.

"Roddy is the guy who I've been feeling for a while but I needed some time to process that. Do you have any idea who I'm talking about now?" She asked him slyly, and everything clicked for him. 'Holy shit.'

Before he could answer, the bell that signaled the beginning of class rang and she had to go back to her seat. "We'll talk later, okay?" She assured him, tugging on the strings of his hoodie playfully before walking away from him.

Rodrick was too shocked to pay attention during the class period.

Greg

Greg tried to push on through the rest of his school day as normal. In Home Economics, he worked with Chirag on a class assignment involving budgeting for groceries. The limit was one hundred dollars.

"I think I'm going to use this actual list the next time my dad takes us to the supermarket," he mused as he looked over all of the items on the list he and Chirag made. The list consisted of dairy products, eggs, meats, cereals, veggies, fruits, and dry stock items such as toilet paper, paper towels, utensils, and reusable rags. A few snacks were thrown in there as well but not a lot. The past two months had taught him that there was nothing wrong with store brand items, that it was best to buy products in bulk so they could last multiple weeks, and that it really was beneficial to cook big meals so everyone could eat off of leftovers for the next few days afterwards. "I think next week I want us to take a stab at cooking pot roast," he added, referring to himself and the other males occupying the house. This week due to his Uncle Gary's wedding, there wasn't going to be any time for cooking.

"I'm going to come over to your house for dinner, Gregory, if you guys ever make curry," his friend said in amusement.

"If you want to deal with my brothers who will literally fight you for the biggest portions, be my guest," Greg replied dryly.

"Greg Heffley the Housewife, no wonder Holly Hills dumped him," he heard one of his male classmates mock, earning chuckles from the other boys in the class. Greg turned to face the boy with a scowl.

"Shut the fuck up," he spat, but a roast for him had then started among the guys.

"Or what, you're gonna put him in time out?" Another boy taunted. "Aren't you the same kid who put on a pamper at lightning speed when we had that stupid baby doll assignment last week?"

"Him and his pussy ass friend are the only guys in our grade who get A pluses whenever we have a girly assignment. Y'all remember when he had an embroidered purse from class in sixth grade?" The first boy brought up with an evil smirk.

Greg remembered that day. Even though he kept insisting that it was an embroidered bag not a purse, the other boys wouldn't let up on him and he refused to take Home Economics 2 in seventh grade because of it.

"Cut it out," he heard Holly demand angrily, but it was no use.

"My older brother is in the same classes with his mom and he told me it's obvious that she runs the show in that house. Greg Heffley has no choice but to act like a sissy with a mom like that," a third boy sneered to loud laughter. Greg's face was burning throughout the rest of the period.

When he got out of school for the day, his mom was the one who picked him up and she was the last person he wanted to see. To prepare for their road trip to his great grandmother's house for the wedding, she skipped her classes for today.

"Guess what I got you to read while we're on the road?" She cheerfully asked when he silently got in the front passenger seat. When he didn't answer, she pulled out a copy of the latest "Slumber Party Pals" book, numbered one hundred in the series. "I know you're excited!" She gushed enthusiastically. "The Feminine Side of Lindsey's Boyfriend" was the title of the book and the cover was of a guy baking cookies for one of his girlfriends. The color of the cover was a hot pink.

Because of the incident in Home Economics, he wasn't pleased at all to see the book even though the series had been a guilty pleasure for him to read. "I'm not reading that," he rejected swiftly, making her frown.

"What? You love these books," she argued.

"Not anymore, they're garbage and not fit for a guy," he argued back.

"Are the boys at your school picking on you over this?" She assumed. "I told you before Greg, it's okay for a boy to have different interests than other boys his age, human beings are complex like that."

"You don't get it because you're a woman, and it's your fault they're making fun of me," he countered harshly. His mom looked taken aback at the comment.

"Excuse me?" She questioned with narrowed eyes.

"If you didn't go to classes, I wouldn't have to learn how to do all of the stuff you usually do. You're forcing me to act like some mini version of you and I'm getting clowned on by other guys because of it! I'm not supposed to know every recipe in a cookbook, I'm not supposed to know every selection on the laundry machines, I'm not supposed to be excited at cleaning countertops, and I'm not supposed to be the one who makes sure Manny eats his vegetables every night! That's all girl stuff. You forced all of these things on me and it's unfair! They're not manly!" He snapped.

His mom's face was a mixture of hurt, anger, and worst of all…disappointment at his words. "Greg, those are basic responsibilities that are a part of life, everyone should do them, not just women. If that angers you because you care that much about what other people think, then it's a good thing you're not in a relationship anymore. You don't possess the maturity to have a girlfriend at the moment," she replied coldly, and he realized in that moment that he had just fucked up.

His mom didn't speak to him for the rest of the ride home.

Rodrick

Something bad had obviously gone down between his mother and his younger brother today, but Rodrick had more important matters to think about. While the rest of his family were loading up their luggage in his dad's van, he was talking to Bobbi who he brought home with him for the first time ever.

"That song was about me this entire time?" He asked her. He felt stupid that he didn't catch onto it with the first verse.

"I wrote it the night you drove me and Jerri home for the first time, but I always thought you were cute. The whole punk rocker thing you got going on is a vibe," she admitted with a smile, "I can tell you like me for more than just my body."

"Of course I do, Bobbi. You're incredible and you're going to go places, probably better places than me," Rodrick affirmed. After knowing her for almost two months, that was clear.

"Rodrick, you put yourself down too much. You're more capable than you think you are and you're the sweetest guy I've ever talked to. I was waiting for you to ask me out for that reason," she assured him.

"For a girl like you, I didn't think asking you out was enough so I kept coming up with all of these elaborate plans to impress you. None of them worked out," he explained, feeling embarrassed again at the memory of all the bad attempts.

"You beating the fuck out of my dumbass ex-boyfriend sure impressed me," she replied bluntly, "I had to step back from you a bit partly because I wanted to make out with you afterwards but I had to control myself. I needed time to think where our relationship had to go after that. I'm sorry you even had to get dragged into that."

"Don't be sorry, that guy is someone who needed to get beat up at least once in his life. Especially for fucking up a relationship with a girl who's definitely gonna be the future queen of rap someday," he declared boldly.

She smirked playfully at him before running her nails up his chest. "I want you to come up with one final plan to impress me when you get back from your uncle's wedding, and the plan should preferably involve Olive Garden," she suggested with a purr, "But first…"

Rodrick had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss a girl. But when Bobbi pulled his face down and tenderly pressed their lips together, the instinct of it came back to him strongly.