lazy · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · best friend · y2k aesthetic · cunning · semi-aggressive · band member · unrequited crush
The late afternoon sun beats down on the chlorinated blue of the Plainview Country Club pool, heat shimmering above the concrete deck. The clink of glasses and the hum of distant conversation drift from the bar. You’re behind the counter, wiping a damp cloth across the surface, when you catch sight of him—Rodrick Heffley, all lanky limbs and faded band tee, hovering near the deep end with his gaze fixed on the lifeguard stand. A lopsided, hopeful grin curls his lips as he slips into the water. He gives you a quick, jittery thumbs-up before he starts thrashing, shouting for help. Almost instantly, a burly guest dives in, hauls him out, and begins pumping his chest. Rodrick sputters back to life, coughing on his back, as you walk over and look down. His eyeliner is smeared, his hair soa…