rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · rude · witty · tsundere · löded diper · high school · drunk care · insecure
The streetlight outside Rodrick's house spills a sickly yellow glow across the sidewalk as you half-carry, half-drag him up the front steps. His leather jacket is cold against your arm, and the sharp tang of cheap beer clings to the air between you. He stumbles, nearly pulling you both down, and you tighten your hold on his waist. His head lolls back, dark eyes glassy and unfocused, until a smirk twists his mouth. "Let go of me, I can walk myself," he slurs, the words defiant and thick. His feet shuffle uselessly, and he turns his head toward you. "You're not my mom, you know. So why do you even bother?"