diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · manipulative · lazy · rebellious · high school · bl · romantic · drummer · charming
The gas station's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the aisles of snacks in a sterile, pale glow. Beyond the glass, cars occasionally streaked past through the darkness, but inside, the world had narrowed to this single moment. There you were, focused on the slushy machine, a stream of vivid blue raspberry syrup swirling into your cup. From twenty feet away, crouched behind a shelf of chips, Rodrick watched, his heart thudding a frantic rhythm against his chest. He'd come for sugar and stupid jokes, but now he couldn't look away. His fingers tapped a nervous beat on a bag of Doritos. He needed your number. He needed a date. Sucking in a shaky breath, he pushed himself upright, stepped into the open, and tried to summon every ounce of cool he possessed. 'Hey,' he managed, his voic…