Summary: Mixed feelings travel between Greg and Rodrick. Two years have passed and now that he's older he's not afraid to try and figure out why Rodrick has such a big attitude with him. Will he be ready for the repercussions of his action, or will he run away?

Rating: M for Incest, Swearing, Violence, Smut in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Diary Of A Wimpy Kid, this is purely for entertainment and completely free.

A/N: First time writing a story like this, I'm pretty excited but also very nervous. I'm taking things from the book and movies, just for setting and stuff. Like Rodrick's room will be in the attic like in the movies and not in the basement like the books. Also I just started reading the books so it'll take me a bit to get all the information right haha. I hope that it turns out good, and I hope you all like it.

I would like to thank my awesome friend and Beta reader Liardy for proofreading and correcting minor errors and sentence structure.


Ninth grade sounds a lot better than eight grade. Greg felt superior, of course he still wasn't number one on the food chain, but considering he was starting at a new school, there was hope for him to re-master himself and become a cool kid, at least he hoped. Over the last two years since everything in seventh-eight grade happened, Greg matured considerably, not to mention his height increased dramatically.

Greg could no longer be considered a runt now, at least to others; his brother unfortunately, still called him those type of things. Though in all honesty 5'2 wasn't THAT bad, Greg was still waiting for that big growth spurt so that he could be as tall as his brother and father, even as tall as his mother. He'd rather be like his brother though, Rodrick always looked cool with everything he did and said. Sure the pranks were getting childish, but that's only because Rodrick seemed like he wasn't trying anymore.

Speaking of his brother, he was really starting to wonder what was going on in that brain of his. Apart from his brother leaving him alone most of the time, the thing that happened this morning was still very strange for him, and that's saying something considering all the things that Greg get's pulled into.


FLASHBACK

Greg was once again running late for school. His blue shirt was hanging from around his neck like every other day, his jeans still unbuckled. He was currently in his room shuffling every book and crayon laying around into his bag, stuffing it to the brim with things he wouldn't even use before he zipped it up.

Once finished, Greg exited his room hopping up and down trying to put his socks on, he rammed his shoulder in the hallway wall a few times, earning small curses from him as he came upon the bathroom only to be pushed down as Rodrick rushed in and slammed the door yelling out, "Too slow loser." Greg could hear Rodrick snickering behind the door.

He stumbled back up and started banging on the door. "Open up Rodrick, I'm going to be late and I still need to put my contacts in. Besides, you don't even go to school anymore! Why are you even up?" His fist was just hammering away at the door. Rodrick opened the door swiftly and quickly which made Greg tumble forward. Unfortunately for him, he slipped on the ends of his loose jeans and fell right into his unsuspecting older brother.

Down they went in a mass bundle of flailing limbs and swear words. Thankfully for Greg, Rodrick was a comfy pillow to land on, unfortunately for Rodrick, the tile floor probably wasn't as nice. Greg tried getting up just as fast as he went down, but his jeans were making it difficult for him to get up. Greg just fell back down where he was before; arm sprawled on the side, hand gripping Rodrick upper arm while the rest of his body was laying completely flat on his brother, legs tangled together. "Little fucker, get off of me!" Greg heard his brother shout.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Greg said quickly, his brown eyes wide open and apologetic. This was perhaps the most embarrassing moment that ever transpired between himself and his brother. Greg decided it would be a better idea to just wiggle his way out, when he started moving backwards, Rodrick quickly grabbed hold of his arms and lifted him up a bit. "Don't. Move" He hissed out, eyes narrowed. Rodrick's hands gripped harder on Greg's upper arm, earning a small hiss from Greg.

Greg stood still, looking at his brother with questionable eyes. What was with this strange aggression all of a sudden? Rodrick untangled his legs from Gregs, slipped out and before Greg could even sit up, Rodrick let go and let Greg fall right back into his previous position. This time, the cold tiled floor said hello to his face. He quickly rolled onto his back and glared up at Rodrick. "What the hell was that for you fucking ass!" He rubbed his chin and cheek where it had met the floor. That really hurt!

Rodrick just looked at Greg up and down, noticing how his little brother looked like with his clothes not even properly put on. His eyes strayed too long on his little brother's unzipped crotch area, but it wasn't like Greg noticed due to trying to get back up again. He bent forward and plucked his leg pants up so that he wouldn't slip anymore before he finally zipped up his pants and put his shirt on right.

Greg huffed at Rodrick and gave him another glare, crossing his arm over his chest. Rodrick just looked at him with such and intense stare, it made Greg feel really weird. "Just get ready; Mom said I'm driving you to school today. I'll be down in ten minutes, so just hurry up already." With that said, he was gone. Greg raised an eyebrow and crept around the door frame. Rodrick had one hand in front of him as if grabbing his junk. 'Guess I hurt him there by accident…?' He shrugged it off, not remembering hitting him there, but he wasn't really sure. Everything had happened so fast after all.

As he was brushing his teeth and putting his contacts in, Greg was trying to think about why his brother was so mad at him and being so forceful, it wasn't his fault after all. Plus, it wasn't something to squeeze his arm for. he subconsciously rubbed his left bicep where his brother had gripped him. After he was done with getting ready he went back to his room and picked up his backpack, put it on his back with only one strap around his shoulder, since apparently from what Rodrick had told him, it was cool. For him, it just really hurt his back and shoulder but he wouldn't complain, if Rodrick could do it, so could he.

Greg decided that he didn't feel like waiting for his brother, after all, Rodrick was already all dressed when he saw him; he wasn't sure why he needed ten minutes when he was already ready? He walked over to his brother's room in the attic, which of course was closed. He heard shuffling and grunts on the other side of the door, faintly, but he still heard it. A quizzical eyebrow rose. Impatient, he rapped on the door. "Rodrick, are you ready? I don't want to be anymore late then I already am!" Just as he was about to knock once more, the door creeped open and he could see his brothers face, which was now sporting a look of pure annoyance.

"I said I'd meet you down stairs! I need to take care of something right now. I'll be there in a few. Here, if you're in such a rush, take my keys and turn the van on." A jingling sound was heard before he took them out and pitched it at Greg's chest. He fumbled with it and glared at Rodrick only to be met with the door slammed in his face once more.

Greg huffed out before stomping away. He got to the front door, tied the laces to his beaten down black all stars, ready to head out the door when his mother came and hugged him like her life depended on it. "My little boy is going in ninth grade, I'm so darn proud! Here's your lunch, put it in your bag. Make sure you speak clearly, don't mumble like you always do. Oh, don't forget to write down your homework, oh and-"

"Mooooom." Greg whined out, not really in the mood for physical contact and lecture after everything that had already happened. His mother finally let him out of her death trap of a hug and handed him his lunch which he just stuffed in his already full bag. He shuffled over to the Löded Diper van, unlocking the passenger door, throwing his bag underneath the seat before hoping in himself. He stuck the keys in the ignition and turned the vehicle on, making sure to unlock the driver's door in the process. Propping his feet on the dash board he waited for Rodrick to finish with whatever he was doing.

He pushed the on button for the radio and what came out of the speaker was uncontrollable screaming and loud drums and guitars. Despite how aggressive it was and how awful he thought Rodrick's band was in the beginning, it actually did grow on hi, after a while. The drumming and guitars at least, the singing was still quite questionable, as for the lyrics. Don't even get him started.

After a few more minutes of staring into thin air, in the corner of his eye he finally saw Rodrick come out from the house in all his glory. The way he walked even screamed douchebag. Greg wished he could look cool without being a total jerk like his brother. He wanted everyone to look up to him in all his superior glory. He grinned at that thought.

Rodrick hopped in the car and before Greg could even put his seat belt on they were gone in the wind. Greg could never get used to his brothers daredevil driving methods. His hands were clutched for dear life on the handle bar of the door. "Rodrick…Um – maybe it would be a good idea if you…slowed down?" Greg didn't know why he tried; when Rodrick's music was on he didn't pay attention to anything around him, bobbing his head furiously to the beat. A sigh of relief escaped him as they arrived at his school. Greg, with his vice grip already on the door handle, he opened it and unbuckled his seatbelt. Before he could even put his foot outside, his brother took a hold of his shirt collar and sprung him close to his face.

"Remember my rules little bro, you're at my school now and considering I graduated last year I can't make sure you won't screw up my rep. Just follow the rules I gave you in sixth grade and you'll be fine…hopefully. But knowing you, you'll do something to mess everything I worked hard for, so don't screw up, Kay wimp." Afterwards, Rodrick just ruffled his hair and smiled, which was very frightening since Rodrick never smiles unless it was because of a prank he did on Greg. Besides, after what happened this morning in the bathroom, he was still kind of miffed at Rodrick for grabbing his arm so tightly.

With all that said and done, Greg just nodded his head and jumped out of the van like nothing weird had happened between them. Rodrick had already rolled down the passenger window and yelled out. "By the way, I'm coming after school to pick you up, so you better not go anywhere! And don't start shit, you're still only a runt so don't get unwanted attention!"

Greg didn't even turn around; he just kept running up the school steps to get some distance between himself and his bother. He just didn't get him, what was up with all the mood swings Rodrick was getting?


Lunch was upon Greg and his group before they even knew it. To Greg, the first day back to school was always the slowest, but he guessed that when you're in a new school, the first day seems to go by so fast. Despite the twelve graders being kids he never saw once in his life, the tenth and eleventh graders were basically people he had seen in seventh and eight grade when he was a sixth grader, new faces rested upon the troupe, but most of them he remembered.

"Greg, what's wrong? You've been out of it for most of the morning." Leave it to Rowley to notice the slight change in his mood. Guess that's what you get for having a best friend that looked up to you like a hero. 'Even if he does do un-cool things every other day.' Greg shook his head. "I'm fine Rowley, don't worry about it." With that said, Greg just kept twirling his apple in a circle, his head resting softly on the hand that was propped up on the cafeteria table. This cafeteria was more subdued than the one in middle school, still a lot of yelling and people talking over each other, but at least everyone got a chance at a table.

What better way to spend highschool then with his friends. Popularity, it was everything to Greg, but when it really came down to it he'd much rather spend lunch with Rowley, Angie and Chirag any day. He glanced up, his light brown eyes landing on Holly from across the room at the popular table. Holly saw Greg look at her, she sent him a smile and waved; he did the same thing back.

'That's how great Holly is, even when she's with her friends, she'll still say hello to us. It shows that I'm just one step closer to finally becoming apart of that popular circle. When that happens I'll be one step closer to becoming best friends with her, and possibly more.' He grinned inwardly. Since that day at his grandpa's retirement home and the talk he and Holly shared together, it really brought them closer, by even just a fraction. Just goes to show that when people have siblings to bitch about, the person you least expected could be the one that understands the most.

Hair remover in the shampoo, he really needed to try that. He laughed. Then again, his brother would definitely scalp him alive if he did anything remotely dangerous to his hair. That guy treasured his hair as much as he treasured his drum set. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he went back to half listening to what his friends were talking about.

"I'm planning on joining the school's newspaper club, Greg, Rowley, you should both join me. Bring your team back together and be the two in charge of the comic column. It would be great, wouldn't it? Greg…Greeegoryyyy?" Angie drawled out, looking expectantly at him. In all honesty, Greg only got a few snippets of 'comic' 'column' and 'team' Greg decided it was safer to shake his head as a 'no'.

"Oh come on Greg, it would be fun, all three of us-"

"Once again I am being left out, are we playing invisible Chirag again, because if we are, I'm going to use my masculine brain power and make you all pay for that."

"Or four, though I have no idea what Chirag will do, but I'm sure he'll think of something masculine. Anyhow, it would be a group thing. Who knows, we'll probably get a lot of pictures in the yearbook. What do you think?" Angie stated determined. She was always going about journalism this, newspaper that. She was a real junkie when it came down to the news he supposed. Either way, with the way she was putting it all together and formulating things to his better judgement, he couldn't help but agree in the end.

"Oh goodie, this will be great Greg. We can even do new Zoo-Wee-Mama jokes!" Rowley exclaimed, a big smile on his chubby face. Greg cringed at the thought; he still nodded, just because he wasn't in the mood to see Rowley's hurt puppy dog face at the downfall of his idea once more.

The bell rang, his lunch was left untouched except for his little sugary snacks that he was so fond of. He packed everything into his black and blue backpack, making sure everything fit nicely. His group waited until the cafeteria was at least emptied of half it's occupants before even getting up. No point in being trampled just to get to his next class. He scoffed at that, there really was no point in coming on the first day; all it really was going to be was orientation, not to mention there wouldn't be much to do in the next couple of days. One of the good things about being in high school now was that the teachers weren't as pushy as when it was middle school. The ones that were pushy, let's just say Greg was only expecting a lot of homework from them, and it would forever render them as a big fat 'dislike' in his journal.

His two last classes went by pretty fast, though Biology and Math was never a good thing to have both these classes in the same semester, especially since he wasn't that good in Bio. The only good thing he could take from these classes was that Holly was in both of them. Rowley was only present in his English class. Rowley unfortunately had gym after lunch and not before like him, thankfully, Chirag did have it at the same time as he did. It just wouldn't be the same unfortunately without his best friend; Gym was more fun with Rowley in it then anything else. Angie wasn't in any of his classes, which was okay, since all she ever talked about was the newspaper and her new stories.

Greg stuffed all of his note books and what not into his locker and once finished, he closed the door with a loud clang and put his plain silver lock on it. He was good at keeping combinations in his head, writing it down was not an option for him. Rowley and Angie were waiting for him at the big entrance of the school; all three of them descended the crowded stairs with people saying their goodbyes, giving hugs and kisses, waiting for the next school day. It was kind of funny if you asked Greg, he just didn't understand this sort of interaction. It wasn't like they would be gone for months or anything like that. They were coming back tomorrow. A simple goodbye would be just fine. His friends had already said goodbye to him and they both headed to the buses that would leave at any moment.

He saw his brother down the walkway, music blaring and windows open. When Rodrick saw Greg, the first thing he yelled out really made Greg want to punch his brother in the face. "Hurry up runt, I don't have all day! Get your cute little butt over here!" What kind of brother says that! Greg could only shake his head in annoyance. Rodrick knew he was aggravating him, he could tell by that conceited grin on his dumb face. Greg huffed out and stalked over, but before he even made it half way he was stopped by a soft hand on his arm.

"Hey Greg, since we have Math and Bio together, I was wondering if you'd like to do study dates once in a while. We could quiz and help each other out, plus I really want to talk more with you, I really enjoyed our chat at the group home." Greg heard her giggle, her long soft wavy blond hair glistening in the afternoon sun, her blue eyes sparkling with joy. Greg's mouth dried up, his palms became sweaty and he was dead panned at what was currently happening.

Holly. Holly Hills, the girl he'd been crushing on since he could remember, was asking him to study with her. Sure, it was studying, but it was something, and he would gladly take it with open arms. "Of course we can Holly, I'd be happy too. Just tell me when you'd like, and I'll make sure to come." Greg grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh wonderful, thank you Greg, I have a feeling we could be great friends." With that said she wrapped her arms around Greg and gave him a hug. Greg was in heaven at that moment; his arms wrapped around her and squeezed her back. 'Oh…wow…Holly is hugging me; she's so close, she smells so good…Holly is HUGGING ME!' Greg was certain that he would have an epiphany at any second, thankfully he didn't. Holly waved goodbye, so did Greg.

He walked over to his brothers van, but before he could open that passenger door, Rodrick locked it and partially rolled up the window, he then pointed to the back. "To slow, get in the back loser." Greg gapped at Rodrick. "What, why!" Greg whined out, not really understanding the sudden hostility. "Don't whine, it's not attractive, you're not a girl. Just get in the fucking back or else I'm leaving." Greg didn't want Rodrick to do that, the buses had already left and it would take him at least thirty minutes to walk. He huffed and glared at Rodrick, which his brother only returned. He shrank back a bit, the look that Rodrick was giving him was frightening, his eyes were narrowed and his scowl made him look dangerous. He turned around and hopped in the back with all the instruments and left over food and clothes and other artefacts that he just didn't want to look at.

Before Greg could even fully close the door he was swept back into the end of the van, slamming his head hard against the back doors. A loud cry of pain left him, he quickly grabbed a hold of something attached to the inner walls and held on for his life. His head was throbbing. "Rodrick, what the hell is your problem!"

He heard cackling from the front seat before Rodrick tuned his music higher. Greg glared at him for the whole ride back home. The only thing keeping from beating up Rodrick was the memory of Holly and her small form hugging him. 'Looks like hugging goodbye after school, really isn't such a bad thing after all?' He closed his eyes as a goofy smiled graced his face, his short brown hair messy from the rough ride. Greg was gone in his head; therefore he never got the chance to notice the pair of pitch dark brown eyes glaring at him through the rear view mirror.

TO BE CONTINUED


WELL, there you have it. The first chapter ever to I'm Not Afraid. I'm really proud with this. I wrote so much so I hope that all you Gregrick fans enjoy this. Want another chapter, than leave me long reviews! I enjoy them way more then those small "Good, update plz" reviews. I work hard on my stories, so how about you give me something to reward me with [/nods]