"So you're the babysitter, huh" Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

6- you taste like strawberries

Content/trigger warning : smoking/ drug mention

After delivering the food, Rodrick drove you home. The entire ride, Rodrick couldn't stop making plans for what to do with the "Illegal substance". You tuned him out listening to music and prayed to be in your bed sleeping or at least eating, Rodrick still hadn't fed you. When you got out the car, Rodrick followed behind you.

"Why are you following me now ?"

"Relax pothead, I'm just making sure you get in safe. I can't blackmail you if you're dead."

You shushed him while putting a finger over your mouth.

"Just go home, you've wasted enough of my day and took my blunt."

You started to open the door with your key, when it flung open. Your mom was standing at the door waiting for you.

"Oh,  Rodrick hi."

"Hi Ms./l/n, how was your day ?"

"Just great, but someone has been ignoring my call and giving me chest palpitations."

"Sorry mom I -" You spoke before Rodrick threw his arm over your shoulders

"Sorry, Me and y/n were delivering food all day. It's the only way I make money besides asking my parents and y/n wanted to come along for future reference." His voice was fakely apologetic.

"Future references as in for jobs."

Rodrick pinched your arm to get you to play along.

"Yes, you did want me to look for a new job to start saving for the future."

"Well that's nice, since you both have been out all day you must be hungry. I have burgers and fries inside and were playing a movie, Rodrick. Why don't you come in?"

You looked at slightly, shaking your head. By now he came in and ate. While everyone was eating and watching the movie, Rodrick sat next to you, putting an arm around your waist.

"It seems like your mom likes me, huh ?" He whispered into your ear.

You didn't react, you wanted him to think you hated this moment, but in your mind you were screaming. His hand on your waist, whispering in your ear in front of your family, and he didn't care one bit. After the movie was done Rodrick left, and you returned to your room and slept.

You woke up later and realized your closet and room was a mess. You decided to go back and start rearranging again. You turned the led lights one and blasted music again, your mom wasn't home and the rest of your family were heavy sleepers. As you were shuffling through music, you got a text from Rodrick.

*This fucking kid again*

"𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎" -𝚛

"𝚠𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚑" -𝚢/𝚗

In reply, he sent the picture from the van with a smiley face.

"𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝟷𝟻 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜." -𝚢/𝚗

"𝟷0"-𝚛

You changed out of your pajamas and wore an all black outfit. The last thing you needed was to be seen with Rodrick this late. Thankfully, the alarm system has been set up, so sneaking in and out was easier than usual.

"Wow, you had three minutes to spare."

"Listen loser. Why am I here, don't you think it's too late to be delivering food."

"Says the one who orders food at 3 am."

You stayed quiet as Rodrick drove to his house. Rodrick managed to sneak you into his room while his family was sleeping. His room was much cleaner than you remembered.

"Did you really clean your room for me?"

"Nice try, I cleaned my room for this."" He said, holding up a small blow torch.

"Why the fuck do you have that.""

"We're gonna smoke, duh."

*he's a pyromaniac isn't he*

After thirty minutes of smoking at his window, you and Rodrick were spent. He was staring at the psychedelic posters in his room, and you were sitting at the window listening to music. Very much the main character vibes.

Rodrick sat across from you, looking you up and down.

"You wanna finish it ?" You said, handing him the blunt.

"Yea uh sure."

You watched as he took a slow inhale, holding the smoke in his lungs. He leaned into you, gently holding your face. Your eyes widened in shock.

"Are you gonna kiss me ? " You nervously asked.

"Only if you want me too." He replied, still holding the smoke.

You froze, unable to speak because if you did your voice would ruin the moment. Slowly you shock your head up and down, giving him consent.

"Good." He whispered.

You both leaned in, pressing your lips together. The warm feeling of  smoke escaping your lips only made the moment better. Slowly he pulled away, opening his eyes and letting go of your face. As he sat back, the rest of the smoke left his mouth. You sat in silence as the smoke let your mouth trying to recollect yourself.

"Why do you taste like strawberries." He asked, licking and biting his bottom lip.

"It's um, my lip gloss." You replied nervously.

He laughed at your reply, making you smile.