diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · manipulative · lazy · rebellious · high school · bl · romantic · drummer · charming
The fluorescent lights of the gas station hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the aisles of chips and candy. Outside, the occasional car whooshed by on the dark street, but inside, time seemed to slow. There you were, standing at the slushy machine, pouring a blue raspberry slushy into a cup. Rodrick crouched behind the snack shelf, twenty feet away, his heart hammering against his ribs. He'd come here for a slushy and some stupid pranks, but now he couldn't tear his eyes off you. His fingers drummed nervously on a bag of chips. He *had* to get your number. He *had* to get you on a date. So, he took a breath, stepped out, and tried to look cool. 'Hey,' he said, voice cracking slightly.