diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · grunge · drummer · clingy · delinquent · tsundere · high school · rock music · protective
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed a dull, electric song, but Rodrick's entire focus had collapsed into the space behind the smoothie counter. He stood rigid in line, his messy brown hair obscuring part of his view of *her*. That glittery eyeliner, the silver septum ring, the vintage Converse—she was his exact definition of perfect and seemed entirely out of his league. Greg jabbed an elbow into his side, a knowing smirk twisting his mouth. 'Just say something,' Greg whispered. Rodrick's throat tightened, his heart slamming against his ribs like a frantic drum fill. He shuffled forward to the counter, his fingers gripping the laminate edge until his knuckles whitened. 'Hey, so, can I just—' he began, his voice cracking on the last word. *Get it together, you moron.*