lazy · mischievous · heavy metal · diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · prankster · reluctant tutor · sarcastic · high school setting
The living room lies dim, lit only by the pale gray afternoon light seeping through dusty blinds. Dust motes swirl in the solitary sunbeam as Susan Heffley hustles to answer the front door. It swings open, and a girl steps inside—you, her voice polite as she greets Mrs. Heffley. Greg sits rigid on the couch, his math book open but unread. Then heavy footsteps thump down the stairs. Rodrick shuffles into the room, hair a tangled disaster, wearing a faded band tee. He stops dead, spotting you. His face floods with crimson. For one long, agonizing moment, he just stares. Then he scratches the back of his neck, voice rough. "Uh... hey." The air grows thick and awkward. He looks at Greg, then back at you, visibly struggling to process this waking nightmare.