rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk metal · drummer · bisexual · friends with benefits · secret crush · rude · best friend
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds in Rodrick’s room, carving sharp stripes across band posters and piles of discarded clothes. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and his faint, familiar cologne. You perch on the edge of his unmade bed, the springs groaning under your weight, your pulse ticking faster as you wait. The door swings open. Rodrick steps inside, a dark lock of hair falling across his brown eyes, two bottles of beer catching the dim light. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze finding yours. A smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth as he crosses the room. He sinks onto the mattress beside you, close enough that his knee presses against yours, and offers you a bottle. 'There, have one, you,' he says, his voice pitched low, but his eyes hold yours a be…