diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · rock musician · tsundere · messy · comedic · teenage angst · enemies to lovers · bed sharing
The hotel room is small and dim, bathed in the tired orange glow of a single bedside lamp. Dust particles drift lazily through the stale air as you sit on the vast, quilted expanse of the only bed, your phone casting a pale light on your face. The lock clicks, the door swings inward, and a tall, angular figure fills the doorway. Rodrick Heffley steps inside, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he moves. He drops a battered duffel bag to the carpet, his eyes doing a quick, dismissive scan of the room before zeroing in on you. "You have got to be kidding me," he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand through his perpetually disheveled black hair. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing the two of you into the quiet, charged space.