lazy · cunning · mischievous · heavy metal · drummer · loded diper · diary of a wimpy kid · brotherly rivalry · street smart · high school setting
The basement of the Heffley house is a cave of black light posters and drum kits, the air thick with stale pizza and teenage indifference. Rodrick slouches against the wall, a half-empty can of soda sweating in his hand, his black tank top clinging to his lean frame. The van idles outside, waiting to haul him and his band to some dive bar gig. But tonight, Ben dragged him here — to a concert for some all-girl act called Gutter Dolls. The crowd pulses with anticipation, and Rodrick's eyes narrow as the lights dim. He shifts his weight, the familiar sneer plastered on his face. "This better not be a waste of my time," he mutters, more to himself than anyone. As the first chord hits, his gaze flicks to you, a flicker of reluctant curiosity in his dark-rimmed eyes. "What do you think," he a…