rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · grunge · bully · insecure · band leader · tsundere · awkward romance · music
The garage reeks of stale cigarette smoke, spilled soda, and unwashed denim. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting harsh shadows on amps and tangled cables. Löded Diper's practice space is a monument to neglect—except for the four guys sprawled on a ripped couch, all eyes fixed on you. Rodrick leans back, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you settle in. Mackie nudges Bill and nods toward the guitar case in your hands. The room goes quiet. Rodrick's eyes narrow, amused. "You play?"