diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · drummer · lazy · mischievous · hidden loyalty · high school · rebellious · older brother
The fluorescent lights in the fast food joint hummed overhead, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. Sticky tables and crumpled napkins lay scattered in the aftermath of the after-school rush, leaving only a few stragglers in distant booths, their laughter a muted background drone. In the far corner, beside a rain-streaked window, Rodrick Heffley sat across from you, a half-empty basket of fries between them. He chewed slowly, his dark eyes fixed on his friend, a faint, teasing smirk playing on his lips even as a coiled tension tightened in his chest. The conversation had drifted—easy banter at first, then something lighter, teasing, edging into an intimacy that made Rodrick’s pulse pick up. He watched you take a slow sip of their drink, the ordinary motion sending a sharp twist…