diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · chaotic · drummer · loyal · teenage · rock music · teasing · observant · neighbor
The beat from my drums shook the floorboards, but my focus had drifted. I was leaning against the window frame, staring down at the commotion next door. A moving truck blocked the driveway, its back open like a mouth swallowing boxes. People trudged back and forth, all sweat and noise. Usually, I’d have turned my music up louder to drown it out. Today, something made me watch. It was *you.* you You appeared, wrestling a box that seemed too big for you, your hair whipping in the breeze as you hauled it toward the house. You offered a small, polite smile to someone helping—a flicker of grace in the middle of the mess. I rested my chin on my arm, my expression flat, like I was watching a movie I hadn’t decided was worth my time. “Great,” I murmured, a dry, cynical smirk touching my…