"hey nerd" "hey doofus" -rodrick x reader

Chapter Ninety-One: Wisdom Teeth

Mrs. Heffley arrived at Y/N's house at 11:30 exactly. It was admirable just how punctual she was.

When Y/N climbed into the Heffley car, she was surprised to see Rodrick in the back with Manny and Greg in the front passenger seat.

Mrs. Heffley glanced at Y/N in the rear view mirror and smiled at her puzzled expression. "Rodrick insisted he sit in the back with you," she said.

Greg peered over his shoulder at Y/N. "Yeah, because he wanted to hold your hand so he wasn't scared," he laughed.

Rodrick flicked his little brother's forehead. "Shut up, twerp," he muttered, his cheeks red. He quickly turned to Y/N. "That's not the reason why. Don't listen to him."

"Noted," Y/N whispered with a smile.

Y/N, Rodrick, Greg and Manny were surprisingly all quiet during the drive to the dentist office. This was only because Mrs. Heffley was blasting ABBA songs and singing them at the top of her lungs.

Another reason for the unusual silence was because Rodrick was internally panicking. He hadn't said a word since they left Y/N's house. He was too busy picking at his hangnails in attempt to calm himself. But this coping mechanism wasn't very effective. Because Rodrick continued to worry and worry.

Y/N threw him an occasional glance during the drive, noticing his nervous demeanour.

She carefully placed her hand on top of his and he quickly interlocked his fingers with hers. He continuously squeezed her hand, causing his sweaty palms to rub against hers.

Y/N took her hand away from his and wiped the sweat off her hand.

"Sorry," Rodrick mumbled, drying his hands with his pants.

Y/N gently brushed Rodrick's floppy hair out of his face —which was pointless since his hair just fell back in front of his eyes— before brushing her lips against his cheek.

He met her gaze and visibly relaxed. Y/N wrapped her hand around Rodrick's, feeling thankful that his hands were no longer slick with sweat.

When they finally arrived at the dentist office, Rodrick's legs had become jello.

The moment he stepped out of the car and his feet touched the pavement, his knees gave out and he almost fell face first on the ground. Thankfully, Y/N was there to help him catch his balance.

"Are you okay?" she asked tentatively as she fixed his posture for him.

He nodded. "Legs are asleep," he muttered.

"Are you sure? You seem anxious, Rodrick," she whispered, grazing his hand.

"I'm not—"

"Ha! Wimp." They turned to see Greg, jabbing his finger at Rodrick.

"Says you, dickhead!" Rodrick shouted.

"Rodrick! We're in public!" Mrs. Heffley chastised as she picked Manny up in her arms. "Now, we're going to go in there and you're going to behave." She glanced between Rodrick and Greg. "Both of you. Understand?"

Rodrick and Greg looked down at the ground, neither of them having the courage to look their mother in the eye.

"Yes," they whispered in sync.

"Good. Now, come along," Mrs. Heffley said as she walked towards the entrance of the dental office. Y/N, Rodrick and Greg followed her like little ducklings.

When they went inside, they all seated themselves in the waiting room.

As other people's names got called, Rodrick tapped his foot nervously. He kept thinking that it was his name that would be called. He let out shallow breaths and glanced around the room to focus on something.