A/N- So I just saw Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules, and I have to say it was just as awesome as the book and even funnier. I'm writing this because of my obsession with Devon Bostick and his eyeliner. XD

Eyeliner

"Greg! I swear to God, I am going to KILL you!"

Great, just freaking great. I have a gig to be at in less than an hour in a place that's half an hour away, and I am missing one very important and crucial thing: my eyeliner. I've never performed without it, I've never even practiced without it. It's my thing, not to mention that chicks dig the eyeliner. I searched the bathroom, my room, the kitchen, and living room. Heck, I even shuffled around Greg's room, but it's nowhere to be found, and I refuse to go on without it.

"What did I do this time, Rodrick?"

"I know you did something with my eyeliner, you little demon!"

Greg had to have taken my eyeliner, because I know darn well that it didn't just grow little chick-magnet feet and juts walk off. Besides, he has every reason to take it. Aside from the fact that we just plain don't get along, he asked me the other day why I only wear eyeliner for gigs, practice, and parties. I told him it's an image thing. There's got to be a line drawn between my rocker self, and my normal self, like Superman, and… whatever his alter ego's name is. Me without eyeliner is my alter ego, and I can't go on stage as my alter ego!

When I explained this to Greg, he got this look on his face… That demon look that he gets when he has an idea. I didn't take it to heart though, considering that his ideas almost always fail. This time though… Oh, this time. I know he took it, and he's dead.

"I didn't take your eyeliner, Rodrick."

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. I have to be in the van and on my way in at least ten minutes. CRAP! Ok, um… Where else could it possibly be? Maybe I should just go without it. No! That would ruin my image! I swear to you Greg, I will kill you for this. I go downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. On the kitchen windowsill, there is a jar of pens, pencils, and markers. Maybe I could use a black marker. No, that would just end up messy. Dang it!

"Alright Greg, this stopped being funny a long time ago."

"I'm telling you, I didn't take your stupid eyeliner!"

"A likely story! You probably took it because I told you the chicks dig it, huh?"

"No, Rodrick. No."

Five minutes. Aw man… Time for my last resort.

"Mom! Mom! Can I borrow your eyeliner?"

"Again?"