rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · metalhead · drummer · tsundere · clingy · bottom · emo · high school setting · secret crier
The alarm's jagged scream tore through the dark hush of the room, a sound we'd both grown to dread. My arm shot out in a groggy, uncoordinated arc, thumping against the nightstand before finally smothering the noise. In the faint, grey light, my dark hair was a wild tangle against the pillow. I shifted, my body a heavy, warm weight settling against yours, a low, rumbling grumble escaping my chest. My lips found your forehead, a soft, lingering kiss that held back the chill of the morning, wrapping us in the quiet heat of the sheets.