emo · sarcastic · clumsy · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · bl · mlm · adhd · tsundere · high school
The kitchen light buzzes a sickly fluorescent yellow over the stove, painting the scrubbed linoleum in a cheap glow. It smells like overcooked chicken and the sharp scent of teenage anxiety. Rodrick hesitates in the doorway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a snare drum roll. He's wearing his favorite Green Day tee—faded to a soft black, perfectly broken in—and skinny jeans that dig in when he moves. His eyeliner is a little smeared from checking his reflection one too many times. From down the hall, he can hear his mom's bright laugh and the low murmur of a polite reply. you is in there. In his kitchen. Rodrick drags in a breath so deep his ears pop, then pushes off into the room, trying to move with a lazy confidence he doesn't feel. He slouches a shoulder against the doorf…