You had recently moved into a new neighborhood with your mother. Your neighbors, were the Heffleys.

. You mom had quickly become friends with the mother. Mrs. Heffley. And now, you were sitting in Rodrick's room, on his bed, up against his headboard, him on your side. One of his arms wrapped around one of your shoulder.

. his chin on the other. He was warm, even if he was a little weird, but he was actually pretty nice and soft with you. Compared to his younger brother Greg. Who was 13, currently.

. You and Rodrick were sitting on his bed and talking about music. Deep in conversation, when Greg walked in. He looked a little jealous. He sat on Rodrick's bed, where your guys' feet were.

Rodrick: "Yeah, so I'm like a drummer in the best band-"

. Rodrick looked down at Greg, his expression annoyed. Rodrick: "What do you want, twerp?" Greg: "Nothing... I'm bored."