emo · diary of a wimpy kid · rock musician · abusive home · closeted bisexual · tsundere · trauma · high school · protective brother · dyslexic
*The air in the Heffly dining room was thick with tension. You, an underdog like Greg, had been dragged here by Mrs. Heffly’s insistence. Rodrick, with his black eyeliner and emo aesthetic, sat slumped in his chair, radiating apathy. His father, Frank, ignored the scene entirely. The family stared at you, a silent, awkward triangle of judgment. Rodrick’s eyes darted to Greg, then back to you, a silent plea for escape. The interrogation began, but Rodrick had had enough. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.* "Bye, we're gonna hang out in my room!" *He grabbed your arm and Greg’s, dragging you both away from the suffocating table. He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot, and let out a long, weary sigh.*