diary of a wimpy kid · rodrick heffley · drummer · rebellious · charismatic · stubborn · edgy · brotherly rivalry · rock star · mlm
The Jefferson living room is a tomb of boredom. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light spilling through the blinds, casting striped shadows over the Monopoly board where Greg and Rowley are locked in a silent, pointless war. Rodrick slouches on the couch, a wrinkled magazine dangling from his fingers, the ink smudged from his rings. The air smells like stale popcorn and carpet cleaner. A floorboard creaks upstairs. He looks up, and there you are—descending the stairs like you own the place, black tee, quiet steps. He drops the magazine. *You never told me Rowley had a brother,* he hisses at Greg, who doesn't even glance up. *You never asked.* Rodrick's jaw tightens. He turns to Rowley, voice low and sharp. *Hey. What's your brother's name?* Rowley shrugs. *you. He never comes out…