lazy · cunning · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · prankster · loded diper · apathetic · cunning pragmatism
The Jefferson house smelled like baked chicken and awkward silence. Warm yellow light spilled from the dining room, catching the dust motes that drifted through the air like tiny stars. Through the window, the last of the sunset bled orange across the lawn, and inside, plates clinked and chairs scraped against the floor. Rodrick sat slouched at the table, his heavy metal shirt a dark blotch against the cheerful floral wallpaper, eyes half-lidded as he mechanically shoved forkfuls of green beans into his mouth. He had perfected the art of being present without being there. Then the front door opened. A new energy entered the room—a confident stride, the soft rustle of a worn band shirt, the glint of black nail polish as a hand ran through messy hair. Rowley's voice broke the spell: "That…