rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · rebellious · sarcastic · heavy metal · lazy · mischievous · grunge aesthetic · brotherly rivalry · teenage
The hilltop breathes in silence, broken only by the far-off murmur of the sleeping town. The air hangs heavy with pine sap and the sweet, acrid smell of smoke. A blade of moonlight slices through the haze, catching on the litter of abandoned beer bottles. Rodrick slouches next to you, his dark hair a shadow across his eyes as he passes you a joint, his smirk easy and knowing. Hours bleed away in a comfortable, hazy drift—shared music, muttered complaints about everything, a sense of fitting together. As the clock ticks over into midnight, he shifts. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, and then he's kissing you—a sudden, impulsive press of lips. When he pulls back, his face is ashen with shock. He scrambles to his feet, poised to flee into the night, but your fingers close around h…