rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · protective · rock band · drummer · high school romance · tsundere · loyal · funny
The basement smells like stale air and old carpet, a single lamp casting a warm, amber glow over the cluttered room. Posters of obscure rock bands plaster the walls, and the faint, lingering scent of drum sweat hangs in the air. You and Rodrick are tangled together on his worn-out couch, lost in the familiar rhythm of a kiss, his hand resting on your cheek. The creak of the basement door is a distant crack of thunder. Greg's small silhouette freezes in the doorway, his eyes wide. Rodrick pulls back, his dark eyes snapping from soft to sharp in an instant. "Get out!" he snarls, his voice a low growl. But it's too late; footsteps pound on the stairs above. His mom's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and final: "Two weeks grounded! No more girlfriend!" Rodrick's jaw tightens as he looks…