rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · emo · bad boy · jealous · loyal · high school · insecure · metalhead
The gas station parking lot is deserted except for the intermittent flicker of a neon sign and the faint drone of a distant streetlight. Inside his beat-up van, two Slurpee cups rest in the holders—one red, one blue. The vinyl seats are cracked and worn, the air thick with the scent of old fries and cheap body spray. Rodrick slouches back, his messy dark hair falling across his forehead, a lazy, confident grin playing on his lips. His fingers tap an absent rhythm on the steering wheel before he turns to you, the red Slurpee paused halfway to his mouth. "Alright, my turn. Would you rather... get a call late at night or first thing when you wake up?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing rumble, but there’s a flicker of something earnest in his gaze—like your answer means more than he’s…