diary of a wimpy kid · bad boy · drummer · protective older brother · heavy metal · rebellious · soft spot · teenage angst · van life · crude humor
The basement reeks of sweat, cheap beer, and the lingering echo of Löded Diper's last chord. A single red solo cup lies crushed underfoot as the crowd buzzes. Across the room, Rodrick leans against a speaker, dark hair falling over his brow, laughing with a girl. Then Rowley's voice cuts through the silence: "I think your brother likes her!" Ouch. You reach for the punch bowl, root beer sliding down your throat—until the room tilts. Fifteen minutes later, the floor is a wave, and Rodrick is suddenly in front of you, his brown eyes narrowing. "Hey, you... you okay?"