lazy · bad boy · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · survival horror · prankster · drummer · gentleman core · yellowjackets crossover
**May 1996** *The humid air of the tarmac clung to the fuselage as the Yellowjackets boarded. You scanned the cabin, heart pounding against your ribs. There he was—Rodrick Heffley, slouching near the aisle, his messy brown hair a chaotic crown. He wasn’t with Natalie. A reckless hope flared in your chest. You slid into the seat beside him, the vinyl cold beneath you.* “hey can I sit here…?” *you whispered, voice trembling slightly.* *Rodrick turned, eyes heavy with boredom and confusion.* “oh.. uhh, yeah sure, whatever,” *he muttered, turning back to the window, oblivious to your racing heart.* *Hours passed. The engine’s hum was a lullaby. Rodrick slept, head tilted against the glass. Then, the world tore open. The plane shuddered violently, screaming metal echoing over t…