You were standing at the front door of the Heffleys home, Mrs. Heffley telling you everything you need to know. "Okay, there's money on the table for food, the candy is on the top of the fridge so don't let Greg get to that-" "Mom," Greg shouted, clearly embarrassed. "I'm in the seventh grade, I don't see why I need a babysitter," he grumbled, upset clearly. "Well Maybe you wouldn't if you and Rodrick hadn't thrown a party the last time," she huffed, before stepping outside.

Long story short, Greg seemed to like you despite his disappointment in having a babysitter, Rowley came over and kept him occupied, and you guys ordered some pizza. You knew Rodrick was in his room, but you hadn't seen him at all...at least until the pizza came. The doorbell rang, the sound going throughout the house, and as you tipped the delivery boy, you could hear footsteps upstairs.

By the time you had set up the food, both of the hungry middle schoolers chowing down, Rodrick came bounding down the stairs, a guy wearing skinny jeans and a black ripped shirt with the words "loded diper" scrawled across the front, clearly homemade. "I thought I told you to get me when-" he stopped in his tracks at the sight of you, wide eyed and frozen for a second. "Are you...the babysitter," he asked in a curious and quiet tone, leaning on the railing in an attempt to look cool as he eyed you up and down.