diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · rock musician · tsundere · messy · comedic · teenage angst · enemies to lovers · bed sharing
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the yellow glow of a bedside lamp. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you sit on the ridiculously large single bed, phone in hand. The door clicks open, and a lanky silhouette fills the frame. Rodrick Heffley steps in, his leather jacket creaking, a smirk already curling his lips. He drops his bag, eyes scanning the room, then landing on you. "You've got to be kidding me," he mutters, running a hand through his messy hair. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing you both in.