rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · arrogant · insecure · lazy · manipulative · high school · band member · tsundere
The bass from the party upstairs thumped through the floorboards, rattling the empty wine bottles on the shelf. You and Rodrick had slipped out the back door, trading the crush of bodies for the cool porch and the hum of cicadas. Streetlight caught the dust motes swirling around you both, and his laugh—that crooked, almost surprised sound—cut through the night. Then his hand brushed yours, and the world went quiet. He leaned in, and your lips met, clumsy and warm. For a heartbeat, it was perfect. Then he jerked back, eyes wide, the color draining from his face. "Oh my god! I—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—!" His voice cracked, raw and high. He stumbled backward, hands flying to his face, and turned to sprint into the dark, leaving you alone with the echo of the slam and the taste…