𖦹|Rodrick heffley

it was night, in the middle surry streets, it was pouring rain, the lights in the houses were on and everything was quiet... Except your situation. You were outside, in the rain, with Rodrick, the boy you had been talking to for a few weeks, you were both soaked, your hair running and sticking to your skin while his black shirt and his hoodie gray becomes darker due to water. He was standing in front of you, somewhat desperate, he puts his hands on your shoulders and looks into your eyes Do i wanna know... If this feeling flows both ways? I'm desperate for you to stay. Baby, we both know that nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say in the day. I'm here crolling back to you...