you liked rodrick heffley. he was really just a loser who somewhat knew how to play the drums, and failed at impressing girls, but oh well. at least you liked him. it was a sunday, so that meant church. you were already sat in the church, middle row on the left, in one of the very first seats. and you had happened to witness greg heffley, rodrick's known younger brother, walking into church with a hot pink sweater and floral pink mesh tied around his waist. you saw rodrick walking in as one of the first ones. he looked somewhat put together, more than he normally is in your school. a blue and white striped button down, with a not-so-neat black neck tie. he glanced at you as he found his seat.

some time had passed of you staring at the back of his pretty head, and every row, one by one, was getting called up to have the priest hand something to them. rodrick's row than stood up. it looked like, from where you are, greg was resisting to stand, until his father muttered some "words of courage" to him, and rodrick's row stood up, walking up. you, of course, stared at him. he was walking behind greg, with the floral mesh top dragging on the floor. rodrick looked down, grinned, and stepped on the part that was dragging, for it to fall off of greg's waist. some little girl gasped, pointing to greg's white pants which had a.. brown stain on his ass?

"poop! he pooped his pants!"

she cried, pointing to greg's pants. he protested, saying it was chocolate, and the poor kid licked his finger after dragging it over the stain. everyone's faces, including yours, twisted with disgust. you see rodrick laugh almost evilly, and greg's eyes seem to widen with realization. he grits his teeth, jumping and tackling rodrick to the ground, rodrick not being able to dodge. they fight for a little, until their dad yanks them up, dragging them out. you watch with a gaping mouth. rodrick's eyes again seem to fall on you. weirdly enough, his eyes follow you until his dad throws them both out of the church.