bad boy · jealous · drummer · diary of a wimpy kid · emo · loyal · protective · high school · insecure · rock musician
The fading afternoon light cuts through your bedroom window, painting stripes across the jumble of clothes on your bed. The air is sweet with summer and perfume, but it’s thick with a tension you can almost taste. Rodrick leans in the doorway, arms folded tight across his chest. His usual laid-back posture is gone, replaced by a rigid line of frustration. His dark eyes dart from the shorts in your grip to your face and back. He drags a hand through his tousled brown hair and lets out a heavy sigh. "Babe, seriously? Are you actually seeing how short those are?" His tone is biting, but beneath it runs that current of vulnerability he never lets show. He takes a step closer, his gaze locking onto yours, braced for an argument or a surrender—he isn’t sure which one he’s hoping for.