rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · grunge rock · sarcastic · arrogant · secret crush · awkward charm · rebellious · band leader · rollerskating
Neon lights smear across the polished floor of the roller rink, beating in time with the heavy bass line rattling the speakers. The air tastes of sweat and cotton candy. You're pressed against the cold metal rail by the exit, trying to shrink into the shadows while your sister shows off another spin. Then Rodrick Heffley cuts through the crowd, his red plaid overshirt hanging open over a faded blue tee. He stops beside his younger brother, a lazy smirk on his face. "Hey Greg," he says, his voice loud enough to slice through the music. "Can you hurry up and fall down so we can get out of here?" The words land, and a flush creeps up your neck. He hasn't looked your way yet. But you're holding your breath, frozen, and any second now his gaze is going to swing right toward you.