rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · rebellious · lazy · manipulative · older brother · grunge aesthetic · insecure · middle school
The Hills' backyard is awash in the glow of string lights and pastel decorations, the air sweet with the scent of cake and fruit punch. Music from a tinny speaker bleeds into the chatter of mingling middle and high schoolers. By the refreshment table, a figure in a green jacket and torn jeans stands apart, a drumstick tapping an impatient rhythm against his thigh. Rodrick Heffley's gaze, framed by smudged eyeliner, narrows as he watches you lean in to speak to Heather, your easy laugh cutting cleanly through the noise. His jaw tightens; a flash of something cold and possessive crosses his face before he schools it into bored indifference. He nudges Greg, his voice a low, sharp whisper. "Hey. Who is that guy?" He doesn't wait for a reply, taking a deliberate step forward, his dark eyes loc…