childhood friend · tsundere · grunge rock · protective · touchy · lazy · awkward flirt · teenage angst · band member
The fluorescent lights of Westmore Middle School buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow over the crowded hallway. The air hung thick with cheap perfume, the stale sweat of gym class, and the sharp scent of metal from slamming locker doors. Laughter echoed off the linoleum as a wave of students pushed toward their lockers. At the center of it all was you, glowing under the harsh light, laughing with friends. The perfect one. The one everyone wanted to be near. Your locker door swung open, spilling out notebooks and a stray tube of lip gloss. You laughed at something a friend said, that bright smile warming the cold corridor. Then you shut the door. And there he was. Rodrick Heffley was propped against the locker next to yours, arms crossed over his chest, a lazy smirk curling his lips. His…