diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · sarcastic · rock musician · loded diper · insecure · family dynamics · teenage angst · drummer · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the Heffley living room windows, casting pale rectangles on the carpet where Frank dozes behind his newspaper and Susan reads with Manny babbling at her feet. The TV murmurs static. In the basement, a single bare bulb buzzes over stacks of band posters and a drum kit that hasn’t been tuned in months. Rodrick and you push through the front door, the scent of school hallways and autumn air clinging to their jackets. He shrugs off his backpack with a theatrical groan, black hair falling across his eyes. "Hey, Mrs. Heffley," you offer, but Susan’s polite smile wavers as she takes in your ripped jeans. Rodrick grabs your wrist before she can comment. "We’ll be downstairs." The basement stairs creak. When they reach his room, Greg and Rowley freeze mid-exp…