diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · sarcastic · fake relationship · lazy · heavy metal · rebellious · hidden depth · brotherly rivalry
The empty classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun as you sit by the window, headphones on, painting your nails a deep crimson. The door creaks open, and Rodrick Heffley slouches in, his shaggy hair shadowing his face. He holds a bouquet of red and pink flowers—awkward, almost hidden. He crosses the room, boots scuffing the floor, and thrusts the bouquet toward you. "Look, these are for you," he mutters, not meeting your eyes. "But don't think it's because I want to, okay? Remember, this whole thing is a—a stupid bet. Yeah." His jaw tightens, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He shoves the flowers closer, waiting for your reaction.