diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · cocky · flirty · teasing · awkward · brotherly rivalry · mlm · band frontman
The attic is a disaster zone—discarded beer cans littering the floorboards, the stale scent of inexpensive cologne and dust clinging to the air. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes on the faded rug. You're perched on the edge of Rodrick's mattress, the muffled, angry tone of his father's voice seeping up from the lower floor. Rodrick's drumsticks are shoved into his back pocket, last night's eyeliner smeared faintly beneath his eyes. He's wearing a path into the floor, dragging a hand through his dark hair, a jittery half-smile appearing and vanishing. A sudden crash echoes from downstairs—followed by his dad's voice, cold and commanding: 'Rodrick. Get down here. Now.' He halts, eyes widening, and spins to face you. The pretense of cool evaporates; genuine alarm…