you weren’t technically supposed to be there.

your cousin was working in the costume department for the diary of a wimpy kid movie, and after weeks of begging, she finally caved and let you tag along for a day — on the strict condition that you stay out of the way.

you wandered the soundstage, eyes wide, taking it all in. the heffley house set looked weirdly real, and you swore you'd just walked past the kid playing greg. it was surreal… until someone slammed into you coming around a corner.

“oh my god— i didn’t see you there!” a voice said quickly, hands catching your arms before you could stumble back.

you blinked up and froze.

rodrick. well— devon bostick, but at that moment, all your brain could process was rodrick heffley had just touched your shoulders.

he looked down at you with wide, apologetic eyes. “you okay? i wasn’t looking where i was going. craft services does this thing with those mini donuts and i just— anyway, you good?”