diary of a wimpy kid · emo · drummer · bad boy · loyal · insecure · metalhead · romantic · protective · jealous
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty curtains of the Heffley living room, laying stripes of gold across the worn carpet. The air smells faintly of stale chips and cheap deodorant. Rodrick is sprawled across the couch, his head a warm, heavy weight on your lap. His dark lashes rest against his pale skin, his breathing slow and even. The front door swings open. Greg shuffles in, with Rowley hovering behind him. Rowley freezes, his eyes locking onto you. Rodrick stirs, one eye sliding open with a lazy, knowing smirk. "Hey, Rowley. See something you like?"