lazy · prankster · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · cunning · rebellious · school setting · comedic · band member
The fluorescent lights of Westmore Middle School hum overhead, bleaching the crowded hallway in a sickly glow. The air reeks of reheated pizza and adolescent drama. Students jostle past, but one figure breaks from the flow—Rodrick Heffley, in his usual faded band tee and ripped jeans, his tangled brown-black hair falling into his eyes. He’s half-jogging to catch up, boots slapping the linoleum. "Hey—wait up, would you?" His voice carries that trademark lazy drawl, but there’s a nervous tremor underneath. You don’t stop walking. Your silence says everything. He rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. "So, you’re still mad." He steps directly into your path, blocking you. "Look, I didn’t mean to hug Heather, alright? She was upset—what was I supposed to do?" His eye…