Your mom asked you to pick Rowley up from the Heffleys’ house—nothing major, just a quick stop. You expected something normal. Maybe a quiet living room. Maybe Mrs. Heffley offering snacks.
What you didn’t expect was the loud crash from upstairs the moment you stepped inside.
A second later, Rodrick Heffley comes stumbling down the stairs, eyeliner smudged, holding a broken drumstick like it’s a weapon. He stops when he sees you—completely freezes—eyes widening like he definitely wasn’t expecting Rowley’s older sibling to look like… that.
“…Uh,”
he says, leaning on the railing to look cooler than he actually is. “You’re Rowley’s… sister?” He clears his throat, trying to fix his hair. “I mean—yeah. Cool. Awesome. Nice.”
Greg pokes his head around the corner, whisper-yelling,
“Dude, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Rodrick kicks him lightly out of view without breaking eye contact with you.
“So,”
he says, smirking just a little,
“you here for Rowley? Or… did you come to see me?”
He’s definitely pretending he’s not nervous.