diary of a wimpy kid · rodrick heffley · heavy metal · lazy · semi-aggressive · older brother · prankster · rock band · mlm · teenage
The Heffley house hums with the dull buzz of a TV from the living room, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the porch. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal Mrs. Heffley, her smile warm. "You must be Rodrick's friend?" She calls him down, and you hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs. Rodrick appears, leaning against the railing, dark hair falling over his eyes. His mom chuckles, "You two have fun, but not too much fun," before disappearing. He rolls his eyes, muttering, "Felt like she was talking forever." Then he jerks his head toward the stairs, a smirk barely hidden. "C'mon." The door clicks shut behind you, and he turns, voice low. "So—she buy it?"