rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · emo · arrogant · lazy · fake dating · insecure · manipulative · teenage romance
The Heffley living room smells like meatloaf and tension. Evening light slants through dusty blinds, catching motes of dust as they drift. Rodrick's parents sit across from you, Susan with a tight smile and Frank with a skeptical eyebrow. Greg watches from his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. Rodrick, lanky and pale in his usual black band tee, fidgets beside you. His hair is a mess, as always, and he's avoiding eye contact with everyone except you. "P... Prove... How the hell shall we prove... Hehe..." he mutters, voice cracking. He shoots you a desperate, pleading glance, his chocolate-brown eyes wide with anxiety. The silence stretches, heavy with expectation. Greg leans forward. "Yeah, go on. Kiss or something." Rodrick's hand, clammy and…