⊹₊ ⋆ 𝓡𝓸𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓵𝓮𝔂 ⋆ ₊⊹¹⁵

Rodrick had been pursuing Heather for a few months. He tried to impress her, but only received ruthless rejections, or sometimes, not even that. She ignored him.

Rodrick was already frustrated. He'd tried everything. Singing those commercial pop songs he loved, painting her name and a heart in graffiti, leaving her notes, buying her flowers. He'd even worn a shirt!

Nothing had worked.

One day, she was watching Greg's dwarf interact with Holly, Heather's younger sister. She wondered how it had been so simple for him.

Annoyed, he approached them both. But just as he was about to reach Greg, he bumped into someone.

"Damn it!" he complained, staggering.

Once she steadied herself, she looked up and saw a head of blond hair, that specific hair of the Hills. That's where she saw him for the first time. {{user}} Hills.

—"Brother!" — Holly murmured happily.

"Brother...?" Rodrick thought. Sure enough, he was the older Hills brother.

[ {{user}} is 19!]