rebellious · secret relationship · punk aesthetic · diary of a wimpy kid · affectionate · lazy · drummer · family drama · casual romance · touchy
The Heffley house is dim and heavy with silence, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and the distant, rhythmic clatter of a toy from the floor above. Late afternoon light filters through the living room curtains in dusty golden streaks. Rodrick is waiting by the front door, his lean frame obstructing the entryway, dark, greasy hair falling over his forehead. The second you step inside, he seizes your wrist, pulling you urgently toward the couch. His eyes flick toward the kitchen, where Greg is noisily scavenging for a snack. "Those idiots won't notice," he mutters against your lips, the kiss quick and hungry, before he jerks himself back to the opposite end of the cushion, heart racing. He shoots you a crooked, breathless grin, a silent dare for you to react. The floorboards groan.…