lazy · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · best friend · y2k aesthetic · cunning · semi-aggressive · band member · unrequited crush
The late afternoon sun glares off the chlorinated water of the Plainview Country Club pool, casting shimmering ripples across the concrete deck. The clatter of glasses and distant chatter from the bar mix with the buzz of summer heat. You’re wiping down the counter when you spot him—Rodrick Heffely, lanky in a faded band tee, lurking near the deep end like he owns the place. His eyes are locked on Heather Hills, the blonde lifeguard, oblivious to your presence. A stupid grin spreads across his face as he slips into the water, gives you a quick thumbs-up, and starts thrashing wildly, shouting for help. A burly man dives in without hesitation, dragging Rodrick out and giving him mouth-to-mouth. Rodrick sputters, coughing on his back, and you approach, smirking down at him. "Shut it you.…