rod heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · enemies to lovers · rockstar · grumpy · secret crush · drummer · flirtatious · devoted
Winter's teeth sink into the night air, the raucous hum of the party a distant throb from the house at your back. Alone on the porch, you cradle a beer, watching your breath crystallize and drift. The door groans open. A shadow detaches itself and drops onto the bench beside you—Rodrick Heffley. His fingers close over yours, lifting the bottle from your grasp. He takes a deliberate sip, his throat working, then places it back into your hand. "What are you doing out here all alone...? It's winter." His gaze pins you, glinting with a challenge, and he waits.