Disclaimer: I don't own Diary of a Wimpy Kid
My first 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid' fic. Hope it goes well, cause if it does, there could be more. Anyways, I find the relationship between Greg and Rodrick pretty interesting, so here's a fic focusing on it, when Greg appears to be going through a hard time. Anyways, this whole fic will be from the P.O.V of person in particular.
Dinner, was the usual affair at our house. Nothing special to report. Typical home cooked meal made by mom. Dad at the front, telling me how I should spend more time studying and less time in my band. Like that's gonna happen. It's Loded Diper for life!
Then there's Manny across from me. Nothing worth noting about a baby, cept the way he annoys Greg from time to time. And speaking of the dork, he was sitting right next to me, happily ignoring me like he always tries to do, until I make my move.
I looked round at dad, then mom. Neither one was paying attention to me after dad finished his 'Give up the band' speech. While they were talking, I looked down at my lame brother, hoping to find a quick fix for my addiction to destroying his life. Not a lot I could do here, cept maybe snag the last piece of pie he had ready right in front of him. Without warning, I snatched it away. He looked up, two seconds too late after swallowing a mouthful of potatoes.
"Hey!"
"Think fast shrimp. This pie's got my name all over it." And to seal the deal I took a huge bite out of it, and stared him down the whole time. He glared at me like usual. And next would come him crying to mom about it. I took another bite, waiting for it. But it didn't happen. He just looked at me.
"Greg, Rodrick," mom warned. "Would it kill you two to get along at the table for once?"
"Probably," I snickered. "Don't wanna risk it, right lame-wod." A quick smack across the chest from me, left little bro grumbling under his breath. I laughed to heighten his annoyance with me, but he didn't fight back like he normally would. Yeah, there were times when he didn't talk back and went right on to ignoring me.
But this time, I guess was different. I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't decided to look back at him later. I don't know. It was like his face was scrunched up like he was worried about something, and not about the kind of stuff I pulled. And if I didn't know any better, it looked like there was, like extra moisture in his eyes or something.
Anyway, mom didn't notice. Greg's head was too far down. And with dinner coming to an end and me quickly getting bored, I started playing an old favorite game of kicking his feet. How long before he'd squeal? Not…long.
But tonight, I could keep going at it, and he didn't say anything like he usually did in the first five seconds. He didn't scream or try to kick back. When dinner was over, he just got up and went up to his room, without a sound. I wasn't used to him acting like that, so, I guess it bugged me, a little. But I just shrugged it off. He was probably over that, so clearly it was time to do something else. I mean, what fun is it when your lame little bro doesn't flip out?
It was later now, and a blank paper was sitting right in front of me. My teacher expected me to fill it, but why bother myself when I have a perfectly capable dad of doing it for me? I smirked, took the paper, and made my way downstairs, forming the reason of why I couldn't write this one on my own.
Five minutes later, I was marching up to Greg's room to eject him from mom's computer since mom had just, out of nowhere, decided I needed to do my own paper. It was due tomorrow! I couldn't believe she'd do this to her own son. Where's the sympathy? I pushed open the door, barged in, and made a beeline for the nerd at the computer.
"Out of the way shrimp, got a paper to do." I pushed him over in the rolling chair, with my attention solely focused on grabbing mom's computer and bailing out of there. I barely heard him screaming out my name, and that's because I was noticing what was currently on the screen.
It wasn't something perverted like I guess some big brothers would expect their little bros to be looking at. It was something I thought was a little troubling.
"What's this?" I asked him, without even turning away.
He had an e-mail opened, and on the page was something pretty dark.
'You're pathetic Heffley. Waste of space. Don't even show up tomorrow. Just do us all a favor and off yourself.'
Greg rushed over and closed it, but once again he was too late. I'd already read it fast enough. I'd momentarily forgotten why I barged in here.
"Get out Rodrick!"
"What was that?" Maybe he'd gotten on someone else's nerve. "Been annoying the whole middle grade lately like you do me?"
"I said get OUT!"
I stared at him. He was really worked up. Breathing hard, shaking, and there was that really pissed off look in his eyes that I had never seen. That I had never managed to put there with all my tricks on him. I didn't want to think this was serious. In fact, I didn't. I know kids his age often make lame insults like that. In e-mails, people can write whatever they want and not be able to back it up, but the way Greg looked, he was taking it seriously.
I waved my hands up in mock surrender.
"Alright, alright, I'll get out." I started backing away. "But you know…I'm not sure mom's gonna appreciate you giving out her e-mail address like that."
"I have my own you jerk," he growled. "The school does have to send me stuff by e-mail."
"So that was from the school?" I asked, nodding my head toward the computer.
"Just…get out!"
"Hey, I came up here to borrow the computer." Then I smiled. "Or maybe, I should tell mom about all this. See if, this is all okay with her…borrowing the computer I mean."
Greg was fuming now. He looked like he could explode at any minute.
"You…you…"
But he didn't get to finish insulting me, cause next thing we knew mom was at the door.
"What's going on up here?"
I turned to her, then looked back at Greg. He was whiter than…I don't know…something white…a marsh-mellow I guess. I looked between the two for a moment, then shook my head.
"Nothing, nothing. I just needed to borrow the computer, and as usual, Greg is being selfish about it."
That ugly glare of his was turned to me again.
"Greg," said mom, in the way when she was about to lay down the law. "Let your brother borrow the computer."
"But-"
"Yeah Greg," I mimicked sweetly, "Let your brother borrow the computer."
Mom tilted her head, which meant that he needed to do it now. Still fuming, but quietly, Greg picked up her laptop and thrust it in my arms.
"Thanks Greg," I told him, smirking at that look of hate, but then I noticed it again. His eyes had like extra moisture in them. Was he seconds from crying? But he didn't. He just turned away and stormed out the door.
"Honestly, you two really need to work on getting along better," mom said as she started leaving. "It'll be easier on all of us."
I left for my room, but my thoughts were even farther from finishing that paper. What was going on with the dork? And who sent that e-mail?
I was really striving to make this a oneshot, but once I got into writing this, I found I can't seem to do that anymore, lol. I'd still like to make this a short story, but we'll see how it goes. Hope characters were in character enough. Never had a lot of experience with 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid stuff' before. Anyway, stay tuned to see what's up with Greg and what or rather if Rodrick will do anything about it.