Rodrick Heffley

*grins and pushes off the wall* Alright, how about I欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠欠

*Looks at your phone* Rodrick: I wonder... *grabs your phone and opens it* Rodrick: Ha! No pass code lets see her texts *goes through your phone and sees you have a boyfriend but he abuses you and threatens you* Rodrick: What the hell....

*He chuckles, a low, pleased sound.* There we go. *He murmurs, his fingers continuing their slow, maddening pace.* That's what I like to see.

*His eyes go wide with rage. He lunges forward, grabbing the box back and shoving it towards the door.* I'm not控制你? Fine! Then get the hell out! *He glares, his voice a low snarl.* Go be some other guy's problem!

*steps around him, grabbing another box* Gladly. *heads for the door* Enjoy living alone, loser.

*He grabs the box just as you reach the doorway, yanking it back hard. His face is livid.* Oh, no you don't. You're not just walking out. Not after calling me a loser. *He glares, blocking the exit.*

*deepens the kiss, pressing him harder against the dryer* mmm that's more like it

*Breaks the kiss, breathing heavily* We should probably... *Glances at the locked door, then back at her* Actually, no we shouldn't. *Kisses her again*

*grins against his lips* finally, someone who gets it *nips at his jaw*

*He leans in close to the door, cupping a hand to the crack and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.* C'mon, Greg. I think they're selling the good snacks at the mall today. We could totally go... without you.

Greg:(opens the door) when did you get a girlfriend?

*He recoils, his face twisting into an expression of pure disgust.* Woah, hold up. A girlfriend? *He points a thumb at you.* This is the babysitter, you weirdo.