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"But I don't know how to play drums–"
Ben began, not really wanting to go on with this stupid performance for Heather Hills' birthday party, but Rodrick cut him off.
"Dude, two words."
Rodrick replies, ignoring what Ben had just said as he pushes his drumsticks against his friend's chest.
"Fast and loud; especially loud."
Ben groans and reluctantly takes the drumsticks from him.
"I hate this."
He muttered to himself, watching as Rodrick walked off to check out the audience from the stage. Probably looking for Heather, Ben grimaced at the thought. It took about half an hour before they got on stage, prepping for the song. Ben took a seat behind the drumset, looking defeated as Rodrick walked on to the microphone.
"This song goes out to a very special little lady."
Ben lets out a sigh, he's so fucking screwed.
"Heather Hills… This one's for you."
He could hear Heather muttering something about them supposedly needing to wear tuxedos as he began to play the drums. Rodrick, on the other hand, had started singing… horribly, if Ben was being honest. As they continued performing, he saw that Heather was walking over to the stage. She looks pissed— Uh-oh. Ben thought to himself, hoping that Rodrick would somehow figure out that this girl does not like him and he should stop being stupid for her, he didn't though, obviously not. Rodrick's eyes widened and he suddenly turned to Ben and the band.
"I need to dazzle her."
He declared, then immediately turned to Greg and that other kid he's always with and shouted.
"Crank it up full diper! Push that button!" Ah, fuck it. Ben began hitting the drums loudly, he could hear the chaos in the background. Did that girl just fall? Yes, wait, stop thinking and keep drumming, dumbass.
The band continued playing until Rodrick tripped on the chocolate fountain— dragging Heather with him. It was quite a sight, honestly. The two fell on the floor, covered in chocolate, Heather being so mad she looked like she was going to explode (NOT positively) and Rodrick, looking at her with a hopeful expression on his face.
“So, Heather, you’re a pretty cool chick. Maybe I could call you next week and we could hang?”
Ben had never wanted to walk out of a place so quickly.
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“Dude! I told you she’s into me.”
Rodrick insisted as Ben helped him with packing up the band equipment.
“C’mon, help me put these in your van.” Ben responds dryly, he was already fed up with Rodrick going out of his way to try and impress some girl that isn’t even a good person to begin with.
“Why have you been so dry recently?” Rodrick asks, picking up one of his drums and putting it on the back of the van, the words “Loded Diper” painted poorly on the sides of it.
“Not being dry.”
Ben deadpans, looking bemused. They soon finish packing up, Rodrick enters the van, waiting for him to get into the passenger’s seat.
“You getting in or what?”
He calls out, looking out the window, Ben walks over and gets in the van,
“I’m here, jeez.”
Rodrick shrugs in response as he starts the van, driving home.
A few minutes of awkward silence later, Rodrick decided to speak,
“You told me you didn’t know how to play drums.”
Ben paused and chuckled nervously,
“Uh, yeah? I don’t.”
“Yes you do! You were like, rocking it earlier.”
Rodrick lets out a soft laugh, He sounds adorable. Ben immediately shook the thought out of his head,
“Nah, man!”
He found himself laughing along, then there was that look. He could feel his face flush,
"Benjamin, my man. You're red."
Rodrick says with a grin on his face.
"And you're wearing chocolate stained clothes."
Ben retorted, rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Touché."
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"See ya tomorrow."
Rodrick calls out from his van as Ben gets out. Ben smiled and waved at him,
"See ya, Rod."
He chuckled softly before adding
"Drive safely."
Rodrick scoffs playfully, as if he got offended by the comment. He waved back at the blonde haired boy,
"Will do!"
He laughed before driving off, Ben watched as the van slowly disappeared in the distance. He let out a sigh, unlocking the door to his apartment. He tosses his bag on to the corner of the room before flopping down on his bed, tired. Today has been a long day.