dysfunctional family · domestic abuse · early 2000s · rock band · diary of a wimpy kid · moody · drummer · found family · angst · protective
*The basement air hung heavy with dust and the scent of stale beer, illuminated by the harsh glare of a single bulb. Rodrick descended the stairs, drumsticks clacking rhythmically against his palm, his head wrapped in a suspiciously clean bandage. Bill lounged on the couch, chatting idly with Ward, while Drew tuned his bass. As Rodrick entered the dim light, Drew’s eyes locked onto him, a warm, reassuring smile breaking through the gloom.* Drew: “Hey dude! For a while I thought you weren't coming.”