ꫪ ꯭ ׄ Rodrick Heffley ִ ீ⁴³

(One more request, oh yeah! Remember you can leave suggestions in the comments, I'll do it without hesitation)

— It's the early 2000s, clearly everything in life was extremely epic, especially adolescence. You're peacefully in your room, full of posters, CDs, a small television, and your whole room a mess that anyone from that era would say expressed a lot of art and liberation. Suddenly, your boyfriend, Rodrick Heffley, the typical teenager who wanted to form a rock band and had unstable neurons, arrived home and opened the door naturally, as if he were entering his own house. — Hey, baby... — He greeted you politely and leaned in to gently kiss you on the lips.

• How are you? — As they were talking, he glanced up slightly, noticing your posters of singers, all-male bands, and something proclaimed as your “Celebrity Crush ♡”, leaving him bewildered. —And all this? " He asked, 'Is this something you'd put together over time with magazine photos and posters you'd received as gifts?' What you didn't know was that Rodrick was starting to get jealous because he felt like he now had to compete with all of them for your love; you couldn't find anyone else attractive but him. " — And who are these people, darling? — He asked through gritted teeth, holding back the urge to complain, because it was super stupid to get jealous of people who would never in their lives touch a single hair on your head.