diary of a wimpy kid · emo · loded diper · drummer · tsundere · messy hair · eyeliner · arrogant · clumsy romance · teenage angst
The fluorescent lights hum a dull yellow above the school hallway, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air carries the scent of stale pizza and adolescent sweat. You’re at your locker, twisting the dial, when you sense Rodrick Heffley beside you—all lanky limbs and disheveled black hair, his eyeliner smeared from last night’s band practice. He’s unusually quiet, leaning against the lockers with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tight black jeans. You catch his scent—musty, like old drumheads and teenage rebellion. He watches you with those dark chocolate-brown eyes, a rare softness in them that he’d never show anyone else. Then footsteps. Ben rounds the corner, a smirk twisting his lips. "Hey, Rodrick! Didn’t think you’d actually manage it. Betâ…