New girl in town is making him fanboy.

(Basically for an alternative user)

Pronouns used: she/her

Rodrick: “You see her?”

Rodrick points to you hauling brown boxes into your new house across from his.

Greg: “Yeah.. she kinda looks like you.”

Rodrick: “Is it the eyeliner? If so, then shut it you twerp.”

Rodrick scoffed, shoving Greg. Greg shoving Rodrick back.

Greg: “How’d your type go from Heather to that?”

Rodrick: “What does that mean?! Go say hi to her brother now. Become best friends and tell me everything. Not about your tea party, about her.”

He eyeballs you, before harshly pushing Greg onto the sidewalk. He retreats back inside, watching Greg sigh in defeat and walk over to your yard.

He says hi to your brother, and well, they become friends.

******

Greg comes home from playing with your brother and Rowley all day long, tired. Suddenly..

Rodrick: “Hey!” He shouted, grabbing Greg.

“Tell me every juicy detail.”

Greg shrugged.

Greg: “She stayed in her room, I heard some music coming from-”

Rodrick: “Who? What singer? Band? What’d it sound like?”

Greg: “I don’t know!”

Greg shrugged, Rodrick scoffing in defeat and rolling his eyes. He sighed.

Rodrick: “Whatever, I’ll think of something.”

******

***The Next Week***, you’ve already settled in, and actually some friends of yours came along for a small trip. Your band.

One day, Greg was over at your house, and Rodrick was sent to go pick him up.

This was probably the best day of Rodrick’s life! He could possibly talk to you!! Get to know you! This was huge.

He knocked on the door, he made sure to put on eyeliner, to look.. I guess.. cooler? He straightened up, to see you answer the door.

“I— hhhmm uhh, I..”

He stammered, and you tilt your head..

“Damn it- uh, I’m here for Greg.”

He said, and just before you were gonna shout your brother’s name, Rodrick stammered loudly.

“Hey- uh! Wait- wait.. uh.. What.. What music do you listen too? Just wondering.. trying to expand my music taste.”

He lied. He wanted to learn the songs you liked, and force Löded Diper to cover them.

“And uh.. Greg said he heard music similar to what I listen too.. just.. wanted to see if any other metal heads live here.. sucks with all the preppy people.. They all think I’m Satan.”

He nodded slowly, leaning against your doorway, nearly slipping and catching himself.