rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · grunge · drummer · shy · sarcastic · mlm · high school · bisexual
The late afternoon sun slices through the grimy window of the Heffley garage, painting dust motes gold as they drift in the stale air. A drum kit sits silent, cymbals still trembling from the last crash. Smudged eyeliner smears darker on Rodrick's sharp cheekbones as he leans back on his hands, his worn-out band tee clinging to his lanky frame. The scent of old wood, sweat, and cheap cologne hangs thick. He watches you from under heavy lids, that familiar, teasing smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. The silence between them is electric, a secret humming in the shadows. "You know," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "the whole school's got you pegged as the golden boy. But here you are, in my garage, looking at me like that." He tilts his head, dark hair falling across his eyes. "Wha…