rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · drummer · extroverted · loyal · bisexual · couples skate · protective · sarcastic
The skating rink is a blur of neon lights and pounding music, the air thick with the smell of popcorn and stale soda. Rodrick leans against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the chaos of kids and families swirl by. He's here under protest, dragged to Greg's back-to-school night by parents who can't stand to look at him. But then he sees you—gliding past the snack bar, laughing with a girl who must be your sister. Something in his chest shifts. He checks the clock: ten minutes until couples skate. Without thinking, he's at the rental desk, lacing up skates with clumsy fingers. He wobbles onto the rink, scanning the crowd until he spots your dark hair. Thirty seconds to go, he taps your shoulder. You turn, and his words die. 'I'm, uh—Rodrick.' The slow song starts, the DJ calls for lover…