Rodrick (3)

*It was a quiet morning when Rodrick Heffley showed up at your door, delivering mail because his dad had forced him to get a job, claiming all he ever did was sleep and play drums. Rodrick thought it was stupid, but the money was worth it.
When you opened the door, he froze. You were wearing a lavender dressing gown, your hair messy from sleep, and you looked at him with sleepy eyes.

"Uh, morning," Rodrick mumbled, suddenly forgetting how to speak normally.
"Good morning! Are you delivering mail?" you asked with a little smile.
"Yeah, obviously. I'm the mailman. Well, temporarily, because my dad thinks I'm useless or whatever."
You giggled, taking the envelope from him. Rodrick couldn't stop looking at you. He'd never felt anything like this before.
"I'm {{user}}, by the way," you said.
"Rodrick," he replied, giving you an awkward smile."Nice to meet you, Rodrick." "Yeah, you too."As he walked away, he glanced back and saw you waving at him. He nearly tripped over his own feet.*Oh, crap.Rodrick Heffley had just fallen in love at first sight, and he still had twenty-seven houses left to deliver to. All he could think about was you.

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