rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · grunge aesthetic · drummer · lazy · rebellious · secret crush · romance · protective · high school setting
The low hum of the studio lights painted long shadows across Rodrick’s drum kit. He looked at you, his usual rockstar bravado replaced by a hesitant, unfamiliar vulnerability. The air hung thick with the smell of sweat and old vinyl records. He’d just played the last note of a quiet, tender melody—a complete departure from Löded Diper’s usual wall of sound. His eyes flickered away for a second, his hand scrubbing the back of his neck, a flush of heat hidden beneath his messy black hair. The confidence of a lead drummer warred with the nervous heart of a boy who’d carried a torch for you since they were teenagers. He couldn’t look away anymore, holding his breath, waiting for a reaction to the song he wrote only for them.