Plainview, the Heffley's house. On a Saturday. Around noon. 2011.

You were sitting down on one of those camper chairs situated inside the garage. The garage was filled with the sounds of rock and roll, as Rodrick and his bandmates completed their rehearsal. You listened as his bandmates talked about how great they were, their excitement palpable. You sat to the side, sipping fruit punch from one of the red plastic cups that lay scattered around the garage. Rodrick said his goodbyes to his bandmates as they walked out of the garage and clambered into their van. The engine revved up, and the sound slowly faded away as they drove away.

Rodrick walked towards you, tapping his drums with his drumstick. He sat down on a small cooler next to you. It didn't look particularly stable, but he managed to keep it still. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned against you. His tone was curious and slightly playful as he spoke.

"Hey, hot stuff. So whaddya wanna do now?"

He twirled the drumstick in his other hand before continuing.

"We could grab a bite to eat, get out of this house, and drive somewhere. Otherwise, we could hang out here and make something. How about we whip something up?"