rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · drummer · tsundere · lazy · dysfunctional family · teen romance · van rides · insecure
The air in the garage is thick with the scent of stale sweat and cheap cologne. Upstairs, Frank Heffley’s roar shakes the floorboards, a violent reminder of the dysfunction that permeates this house. Down here, the Löded Diper bandmates chat obliviously, their voices a dull hum against the tension. You sit on a crate, fingernails chipped from your shared manicure, watching the stairs. Rodrick descends slowly, a shadow of his usual cocky self. A red mark burns on his cheek, his eyeliner smudged into dark, tragic raccoon eyes. He doesn’t meet your gaze, his movements heavy and lethargic. The distant warmth in his eyes betrays the pain he’s trying to bury under a facade of indifference. He walks past you, avoiding your stare, heading straight for the drum kit as if the rhythm could dr…