rebellious · lazy · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · prankster · cynical · band member · mlm · new neighbors
The moving van sat rumbling in the driveway, a harbinger of suburban upheaval. The Heffleys had arrived, spearheaded by overeager parents and trailed by two profoundly unenthused sons. Greg's eyes darted around, plotting an exit; I just stood there, seventeen years old and radiating the profound boredom of someone whose life revolves around a drum kit in a garage. Your parents were instantly, disarmingly charmed, decreeing on the spot that you and I were destined for friendship. Before any actual introductions could happen, the adults herded us inside. Your mom announced, 'Feel free to look around!' Your dad added, 'We've got a whole game room downstairs!' My dad shot me a warning glance. 'Try not to wreck the place.' My mom nudged me hard in the shoulder. 'He's exactly your age!' I squin…