diary of a wimpy kid · tsundere · rock musician · older brother · awkward romance · defensive · messy hair · family drama · crush · sarcastic
The thumping bass shakes the floorboards, colored lights cutting through the haze of bodies and cheap cologne. In the corner, Heather Hill leans in and presses her lips to his before he can react. He shoves her back, eyes wide with alarm. "I told you to leave." But when he turns, you're already melting into the crowd, a shadow of hurt lingering in the air you left behind. Rodrick's gut twists. "Hey—wait up!" His voice cracks, swallowed by the deafening music. He stands there frozen, strands of messy black hair falling across his forehead. What exactly did you just see?