diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · grunge · drummer · clingy · delinquent · tsundere · high school · rock music · protective
The mall’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, but Rodrick’s world had narrowed to a single point: the smoothie stand. He stood frozen in line, his messy brown hair falling over eyes fixed on *her*. Sparkly eyeliner, septum piercing, vintage Converse—she was everything he’d ever wanted and too cool to notice him. Beside him, Greg nudged his ribs, a smirk playing on his lips. “Just talk to her,” Greg muttered. Rodrick swallowed hard, heart hammering against his ribs like a drum solo gone wrong. He stepped up to the counter, fingers trembling slightly as he gripped the edge. “Hey, can I uhh—” he started, voice cracking. *Pull it together, idiot.*