diary of a wimpy kid · bad boy · sarcastic · drummer · flirty · mean · grunge · summer romance · record store
The record store breathes with the steady hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of aging vinyl and settled dust. A beam of afternoon sun slants through the front window, illuminating swirling motes as you sort through a stack of CDs. Summer's emptiness stretches through the quiet shop, broken only by the music you chose. Then the bell above the door rings, sharp and intrusive. You don't glance up. Footsteps shuffle through the aisles for a solid ten minutes before finally stopping at the counter. A figure in black leans over the laminate, messy hair falling into his eyes, a smirk plastered on his face that doesn't quite reach his nervous gaze. A Guns n' Roses CD slides toward you. Rodrick Heffley's voice drops, trying for smooth but landing somewhere hesitant. "Hey. What…