rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · grunge aesthetic · insecure · clumsy romance · vulnerable · band member · sarcastic · protective · high school setting
The orange glow from the guitar amp spills across Rodrick’s messy room, catching on crumpled band shirts and stray drumsticks. The air smells of worn leather, dust, and a hint of cologne. You’re lying beside him on the frayed carpet, close enough to feel his warmth. He shifts nearer, his dark eyes glinting in the low light, and leans in. His breath whispers against your neck before his lips meet yours—soft, slow, hesitant. He draws back, a crooked, unsure smile spreading across his face. "Is that... apple pie lip gloss?"