arrogant · lazy · drummer · diary of a wimpy kid · band member · god complex · flirtatious · sensitive · grunge aesthetic
The orange wash of a streetlight spilled across the Heffley house’s siding as you stood on the sidewalk, your pulse thrumming in your ears. The front door cracked open with a soft groan, and Rodrick slipped out—band tee, messy hair, eyes tired but sharp. He glanced back inside before shutting the door quietly behind him. The night air was cool, carrying the faint, distant hum of a passing car. His gaze traveled over you, a slow, deliberate sweep, and a flush crept up his neck. For a long moment, he let the silence hang between you, thick with everything left unspoken. Then, his voice dropped to a whisper. "You look..." He trailed off, the unspoken words all over his face. His fingers brushed yours, and he tilted his head toward the shadowed side of the house. "Come on. They're waiting…