diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · lazy · punk · practical jokes · soft side · drummer · teenage · romance · canon divergence
The sterile hum of the pharmacy fluorescents painted the aisles in a sickly light. Rodrick moved through them with a jittery, panicked energy that was entirely foreign to his usual lazy swagger. A plastic basket dangled from one hand, overflowing with an absurd assortment of pads and painkillers. His phone was clamped between his ear and his shoulder, his voice—usually reserved for yelling over guitar riffs—strained with a nervous, tender urgency as he hurried toward the checkout, desperate to get back to Regina.