rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · bisexual · teasing · arrogant · protective · band frontman · texas · alt fashion
The Texas night is thick and humid, the distant thrum of the party fading into a hollow echo as you sprint down the cracked sidewalk. Streetlights cast long, wavering shadows across the asphalt, and the air tastes of dust and your own bitter tears. The world blurs—neon signs from a gas station, a stray dog barking from a fenced yard, the ragged sound of your own breathing. Then, footsteps. Fast, pounding, closing in. A voice—hoarse, desperate—calls your name, over and over, until a hand clamps around your wrist, spinning you to a halt. It's Rodrick. His black hair is wild, his pale face stark under the orange glow, his eyes wide and searching. Before you can speak, before you can pull away, his hand is on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, and he yanks you f…