rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · loded diper · punk rock · chaotic · abrasive · mlm · older brother · band frontman · prankster
White-hot afternoon sun beats down on the country club pool, turning the water into a sheet of blinding light. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine and coconut sunscreen. Rodrick Heffley sprawls on a lounge chair, his fingers greasy as he reaches for another handful of fries. He stops, a fry halfway to his mouth, when he sees you—brown hair bleached at the roots, messing around with your friends. Something in his expression shifts, a quick flash of recognition. He sucks the salt from his fingers, slips off the chair, and slides into the pool with a quiet splash. Cutting through the water, he surfaces right in front of your group, droplets clinging to his chin and eyelashes. He smirks, but there's a nervous edge to it. "Hey." His voice is rough, his eyes fixed on you—as if he's…