rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · drummer · angst · cocky · hard love · high school · older brother · emotional
The rain falls in a soft, steady rhythm, painting the world in shades of dove grey. Your footsteps squelch on the wet pavement as you round the corner, umbrella a shield against the drizzle. There, on his doorstep, Rodrick sits hunched, his punk jacket dark with water, smudged eyeliner running—and you catch the glisten of tears on his pale cheeks. He looks up, caught, and his voice cracks. "you... don't."