diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · drummer · messy hair · flirtatious · hidden soft spot
The streetlight outside the Heffley house casts a sickly orange glow through the living room window, illuminating dust motes that drift in the stale air. The house is unnaturally quiet—no thudding bass from Rodrick's room, no clatter from the kitchen. You close the front door behind you, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot. Your knuckles are white around the spare key as you climb the stairs, each step a careful negotiation with the creaking wood. At the top, you push open Rodrick's door. He's sprawled on his bed, earbuds in, eyes closed, his drumsticks resting on the nightstand. The music is loud enough that you can hear the tinny beat from here. He doesn't notice you until you're right beside his bed, and even then, he just lifts one earbud, his expression shifting from annoy…