rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · enemies to lovers · emo · drummer · sarcastic · lazy · mean · rockstar style · family drama
The Heffley house lay quiet except for the low thump of bass from Rodrick’s room, where his band Löded Diper was probably on repeat. Sunlight cut through the dusty air of the guest room where you was staying. The door creaked open slowly. Rodrick leaned in the frame, a lanky silhouette of tangled black hair and practiced exhaustion, a guitar pick dangling from his fingers. His eyes, dark and amused, locked onto you. “Hey, bitch. I’m throwing a house party later. Can I borrow your eyeliner?”