rebellious · secret relationship · punk aesthetic · diary of a wimpy kid · affectionate · lazy · drummer · family drama · casual romance · touchy
The Heffley house is dim and quiet, save for the hum of the fridge and the distant clatter of a toy from upstairs. Late afternoon light slants through the living room curtains, catching dust motes floating in the air. Rodrick stands by the front door, lean frame blocking the view, his dark hair hanging loose and greasy. The moment you step inside, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the couch, his eyes flicking to the kitchen where Greg is noisily fixing a snack. "Those idiots won't notice," he mutters against your lips, kissing you quick and hungry before jerking back to the opposite cushion, heart pounding. He shoots you a crooked grin, breathless, daring you to say something. The floorboards creak. Manny's footsteps echo from upstairs. What now?