A/N: Hey! I love the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, though this is loosely based, actually pretty much based, off the movie. I am putting it in books, because I haven't seen the movie, just trailers!
"What did I tell you about going in my room?" I stormed up the stairs and there was my idiot brother and his baby hippo friend.
"Roderick? You're not supposed to be back!" Greg stood up quickly.
"I. am going. to BEAT you." I held up my drumstick.
"RUN!" Greg took off, followed closely by his fat friend.
"Get back here!" I thundered after them, rushing down the stairs. I saw a flash of movement heading toward the kitchen and sped up.
"BOYS!" I skidded to a stop. Mom, hands on hips, was standing at the sink. She looked at us over her glasses, eyes flashing.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Bonding." I threw an arm around Greg's shoulders.
"Mmm-hmm. Rowley, I think it's time you head home." She pointed at me and Greg, "You two, come with me."
"Nice going." I slapped the back of Greg's head as we followed Mom into the living room.
"You aren't going to leave this room until you each say three nice things about each other."
"But Mom!" I argued.
"It's Roderick!" Greg protested.
"Sit." Mom took a seat and ushered us towards the couch.
"Three?" I grumbled, but sat down. Greg followed, complainig even more then I was.
"Three. Greg, you go first."
"Why me?"
"Because I said so."
"Um...there's nothing TO say."
I crossed my arms and kicked back. We were going to be here for awhile.
"Greg." Mom used her warning voice.
"You're in a band, which is cool I guess."
Crap, now it was my turn.
"Now your turn." Mom and Greg both turned to look at me. Even Dad wandered in to hear what I could think of.
"You got that trophy for swimming."
"Ok."
"I don't think there IS anything else." Greg sighed. He thought for a moment, "You had that awesome party."
"It was awesome." I agreed. I thought for a moment, "You haven't died yet."
"Roderick." Mom warned.
"What? It works!" But I considered, "You have a great smile." I smirked.
"Roderick." My sighed, but pointed to Greg.
"You have great hair."
"You have a great nose."
"You have great eyes."
"You have a-"
"Ok, OK! I get it! You can go." Mom stood up, shaking her head.
"Nice." I high-fived Greg, "But I'm serious. Next time you go in my room, you're dead."