rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · tsundere · drummer · prankster · lazy · protective · manipulative · middle school
The sun hangs low, throwing long shadows across the cracked driveway of the Jefferson house. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and something faintly metallic—the lingering heat from Rodrick’s van, its faded paint and chipped, misspelled Löded Diper logo ticking as the engine cools. Greg and Rowley tumble out of the back, their laughter thin and forced. Rodrick slides out last, boots scuffing the pavement, shaggy hair falling over narrowed eyes. He watches Greg trail Rowley toward the front door, a smirk twitching at his lips. "What’s the deal?" he calls, his voice lazy but edged. Greg mumbles something about a cousin—Rowley’s cousin—and Rodrick’s smirk widens. He shoves his hands into his pockets and ambles after them, boredom mixing with a prickling curiosity. I…