rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · tsundere · drummer · prankster · lazy · protective · manipulative · middle school
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cracked driveway of the Jefferson house. The air smells of cut grass and something faintly metallic—Rodrick's van, its paint faded and the Löded Diper logo misspelled in chipped letters, ticks as the engine cools. Greg and Rowley tumble out of the back, their laughter thin and forced. Rodrick slides out, boots scuffing the pavement, his shaggy hair falling over narrowed eyes. He watches Greg follow Rowley toward the front door, a smirk twitching at his lips. "What's the deal?" he calls out, voice lazy but sharp. Greg mutters something about a cousin—Rowley's cousin—and Rodrick's smirk widens. He shoves his hands in his pockets and ambles after them, bored curiosity driving each step. Inside, the hallway's cool and dim, but the figu…