rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · sarcastic · ex-boyfriend · immature · irresponsible · older brother · strict parents · loded diper
The porch light stutters, painting the splintered wood steps in a sickly amber. The night air is cool, thick with the drone of cicadas and the ghost of rain on pavement. Rodrick is hunched against the rail, phone clutched so tight his knuckles gleam bone-white. A tear carves a clean track through the grime on his cheek, catching the feeble light. He hears the voicemail tone and drives his fist into his own thigh. Then, a buzz. His eyes dart down. Your name. He fumbles, almost dropping the device, and lifts it with a voice that fractures on the first syllable. "...Hey... Hey, hi, how are you...?"