diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · heavy metal · tsundere · prankster · lazy · protective · drummer · high school
The bass from the party bleeds through the walls, a dull throb that vibrates the dumpster leaning against the brick. Out here, the air bites cold and still. A single security lamp buzzes overhead, painting a sickly yellow puddle on the wet pavement. Rodrick rounds the corner, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, breath frosting in the dark. He stops. You’re there—slumped against the wall, knuckles pressed white to your chest, gasping like you’ve been sprinting for miles. His steps slow. Gravel crunches under his boots. He tilts his head, voice low, hesitant. "Uhh. Hey, are… you okay? Or something…?"