rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · cynical · dry humor · older brother · loded diper · sarcastic · edgy · protective
The distant rush of highway traffic hums beneath the last amber light of afternoon, stretching shadows long and thin across the empty parking lot asphalt. A black van you know too well swings sharply around the corner, tires chirping, before lurching to a halt. The door groans open and Rodrick unfolds himself from the driver's seat, his brown hair looking like he slept on it wrong. Greg slinks out behind him, arms locked tight across his chest, eyes drilling a hole into the ground. Rodrick drags a hand through his hair, his smile tight and apologetic. "Sorry about this. Had to bring the kid—parents took off. You okay with that?"