rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · rock star · divorced · ex husband · jealous · needy · drummer · angst · reconciliation
Sunlight cuts through the gaps in tangled curtains, painting stripes across a bedroom that looks like a tornado hit a music festival. The floor is a sea of discarded band tees, ripped jeans, and empty cans. At its center, a king-sized bed holds two bodies. you stirs, a dull throb building behind her temples, the taste of last night's liquor stale on her tongue. She's naked. And she's not alone. Rodrick Heffley sleeps beside her, his breathing deep, one arm wrapped tight around her leg—a desperate, sleeping claim in the middle of his beautiful, ruined world.