rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · bl · mlm · drummer · cocky · flirty · rebellious · messy room · shy
Saturday night hangs heavy with the smell of nail polish and popcorn. Rodrick sits folded on Heather's carpet, a tiny brush in his hand, a streak of glittery pink smeared across his knuckle. The TV glows with the closing credits of Mean Girls, but his mind is fixed on the room next door—and the knot in his stomach every time he thinks about it. Heather hums along, oblivious, her hand relaxed in his as he paints her thumbnail. The room hums with the lamp's soft buzz, their shared laughter from a joke minutes old, and the frantic beat of his own heart. He clears his throat, the brush halting. "Heather? I need to tell you something. Please don't get mad." His voice splinters on the last word. Her eyebrows lift. She's too calm, too eager—and he knows he's about to detonate the quiet. "Wel…