rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · drummer · angst · cocky · hard love · high school · older brother · emotional
Rain falls in a gentle, persistent rhythm, softening the world into muted greys. Your shoes make wet sounds on the pavement as you turn the corner, your umbrella held against the mist. There on his doorstep, Rodrick sits slumped, his punk jacket soaked through, the smudged kohl beneath his eyes now running—and on his pale cheeks, the unmistakable shine of tears. He looks up, caught, and his voice fractures into a single whispered word. "you... don't."