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: Alright, so here is chapter two. I wasn't in the mood to wait for more reviews, but I found that the amount I got was good enough for a first chapter of a fandom that doesn't relatively get much attention. I'm thinking of just doing every chapter in Greg's pov, but I'm not sure.

If you would like to read in Rodrick's pov(as in a chapter centering more around Rodrick and his thoughts, considering this is a 3rd person fic), reviews helps with that ;D so give me your ideas. I also wanted to inform that Greg turned 15 and Rodrick is 19.

Also, this chapter…took so much energy, I know I told a fellow reviewer I'd update Friday, but I just couldn't wait and decided to write all of chapter 2 tonight. So I really hope you all appreciate it and give me good review to show for my hard work. (Afterall, us authors feed on reviews to give us fuel to write more chapters)

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


It had already been a full month since ninth grade had started for Greg, and he realized once more why school was such a drag. He honestly didn't know why he was looking forward to highschool, it was basically the same thing as middle school with the only difference that you not only get more homework, but it also gets relatively harder to follow everything that goes on. If you miss even one day of school, the very next day it felt like you had no idea what everyone was talking about in class.

Rowley learned that the hard way when he got sick for two days. When he came back he was absolutely lost and had no idea why there was suddenly a test for the very next day. Needless to say, Greg had a lot to do in order for him to catch up, what are best friends for after all? He was, of course, expecting a big thank you and a favour in return from Rowley when he needed it most. These were just one of the few perks Greg got due to the fact he almost never got sick.

He thought back to the last time and he could only recall when he got sick that one time in seventh grade when Isabella was still cleaning their house, or more like throwing massive soap opera gatherings for all the maids in the neighbourhood. After all, it was his family that always did all the cleaning before the maid came. He still didn't understand why people did that, wasn't it the maid's job to clean the house? That is what they were getting paid to do after all.

After that one incident, he was still afraid of panty hose and other people he didn't know sleeping in his bed.

The progress between Rodrick and himself didn't look like it was going anywhere. His older brother, after a small hiatus, took it upon himself to make Greg's life even more of a wreck then it already was before. The pranks became more elaborate and sent him into trouble more often than before. Greg of course got a few tricks in there in order to get Rodrick in trouble, but his brother seemed to have devoted his whole time at home to torment Greg. When Rodrick wasn't at home, Greg was able to have a semblance of peace and be able to play 'Twisted Wizard 5' as long as he wanted without having to worry about his brother unplugging his gaming console.

He'd also gone into Rodrick's Junk Drawer in his room more often then before, not really finding anything interesting though. Most of the cool stuff, like new cd's and magazines were always laying on his bed or desk. Greg wanted so bad to rummage around with them, but in the back of his head, he always got this nagging feeling that if he did play with any of his brothers stuff, Rodrick would know. He remembered that yearbook incident too clearly. The Junk Drawer though was in fact what it was called, a Junk Drawer, so Greg never worried if he rummaged around in it since he knew that his brother didn't even remember half the stuff he even put in there.

Since it was the weekend, Greg had a lot of time to just sit in front of the television and be lazy. His mother on the other hand had other plans for him, she shooed him to the basement and fish through things he didn't want anymore. She said "The basement is dirtier than Rodrick's room, go be productive and start cleaning out the basement. Here are plastic bags, just throw unimportant and broken things in there.' It surprised Greg that his mother trusted him with this. Usually his mother only let him do things that didn't involve rummaging through old things and throwing it away. With a shrug and another nudge from his mother, he was sent downstairs.

Greg had fun which was a big surprise to him; the basement was like a big treasure hunt, he never knew they had so much junk just lying around. First thing he did was get rid of most of the embarrassing photos of himself that he could find, the others probably got washed away that one December night when the flood happened. Greg's trash bag was already half full with his unnecessary junk that he wouldn't need anymore, the things he did find which he found valuable, he transferred to the side, next to the stairs so he wouldn't mistake it for trash.

He finally found Twisted Wizard 1 and 2 which he was really happy about, he thought Manny had broken both of the disks which resulted in his mother throwing them away. He also found old books he used to read as a child, he decked them next to the games. If he ever ended up with Holly and had kids with her, their kids would appreciate those stories. 'Ugh, I'm starting to sound like mom…" He grunted out, throwing more old broken toys into the trash bag.

"You always sound like mom." Greg whipped his head around and saw Rodrick standing at the bottom of the stairs, his waist propped up against the railing with his arms crossed over his black Löded Diper shirt. He glowered a bit at the appearance of his brother. 'What does he want now?' He then noted the trash bag in bedded in his brothers right jean pocket.

"Mom sent you down here too?"

"Why else would I be down here, idiot."

Greg looked at Rodrick with doubt, but decided not to dwell on it. He was just surprised Rodrick didn't walk out the door, he usually did that when there was a possibility he had to do a massive cleanup. Greg went back to work, looking at everything that might have been his; he honestly didn't remember due to the fact that everything was not only so dusty, but he played with everything, he just didn't remember which one belonged to him and not his thudding resounded in the corner next to him, Rodrick was just sitting on the ground throwing things in the trash bag without even really looking at it.

"Rodrick, you need to look at what you're throwing away…You just threw away an entire photo album! Geez, can't you do anything right." He stalked over to his brother and plunged his hand into the bag, taking a hold of the photo album and installing it back on the shelf. He was about to take another look in the bag only to have Rodrick snatch it away, a growl and a dark look emitting from his brother. Greg just looked back at him with a deadpanned expression.

"What's your problem?" He uttered, confused.

"Shut up wimp, get out of my face!" He seethed out.

"Alright, chill out." He rolled his eyes, turning back to go work on his side once more. He only took a couple of steps before the bottom sleeve of his pants was yanked behind him, making him tumble forward unto the cold hard ground. Thankfully his hands were there to protect him, cushioning his fall. He sprung unto a sitting position and yelled at his brother.

"What the hell is your problem? I could of gotten hurt, you dick! What's gotten into you lately! If you have something to say, then just say it already!" Greg huffed out, chest rising and falling with an erratic rhythm. All of his anger had been piling up over the last two weeks, after everything Rodrick did to him; he just couldn't stand it anymore.

Greg stood up irritably; he was tired of being pushed around. Greg dusted himself off, ready to leave the basement, but before he could even finish dusting himself off, Rodrick stood up and was gripping Greg's shirt collar tightly. Rodrick's face was incredibly close to Greg's face and he could see the anger swirling in his brother's eyes. It seemed to Greg that whatever Rodrick wanted to say, had been locked deeply inside for a very long time. Greg felt afraid.

"Yeah, I do have something to say! Being your brother disgusts me, I hate every minute of it! I hate the way you talk, think, and act. I. Hate. Yo-" A punch met the side of Rodrick's face before he could even finish his sentence. He staggered backward, a hand subconsciously going to comfort his hurting cheek. A bruise was already starting to form where Greg had punched him not two seconds ago.

Greg's knuckles stung after that blow, his breathing was coming out in low pants, not believing that he actually got a hit in. He deserved it though; he felt a knot of hurt form in the pit of his stomach. Everything that his brother, no, what Rodrick had said, had really done a bigger blow on him than any hit he received in the past. Greg didn't know why Rodrick felt this way; He had done nothing but look up to his brother like an idol, even despite Rodrick treating him like an insect.

"Well, fuck you too, Rodrick." He felt them; Greg felt the tears swelling at the corner of his light brown eyes. He glanced up at Rodrick and a fist connected with his chin, sending him ramming into the shelf that was just behind him. The hit of the shelf on his back made him momentarily lose his breath, the blow making him bounce off and fall to the floor on his hands and knees. The tears were streaming down his cheeks now, not out of pain but out of anger. The glare Greg sent Rodrick could have chilled even the biggest predator to the bone, but not his brother, his brother was too twisted to be afraid of Greg.

"I hate you." Greg whispered out, rage seeping onto his every word. Rodrick looked at his brother with indifference, turning away and going in the direction of the stairs. He glanced back at Greg, emotions void from his face.

"Stay away from me if you know what's good for you." With that said, Greg could only watch his brother storm up the stairs and out of his life, probably for ever.


His mother was angry at both of them, saying that they had too much disrespect for each other and that she couldn't even trust them to be in the same room for more than five seconds. He didn't care, after his mother stopped fusing over his chin he was sent to his room to think about how wrong his actions were. His chin was throbbing, the ice pack not leasing the pain in the least.

Harsh scribbles were etched into his journal, hate, anger and sadness overflowing the words that were scrawled up inside of the pages, drawings to express what happened and why he did it. A single tear fell unto the pages, its wetness etched into it forever. He was tired. He was just so tired of all this hate Rodrick seemed to have for him. He didn't know why his brother felt so much animosity for him, but he sure as hell would find out why. He might be afraid of Rodrick, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. It was only a matter of time before he uncovered the truth.


Greg's group noticed that everything was not alright with him, come Wednesday they all noticed that he was acting distant. They were all very concerned and wanted to know if they could help with anything, but all he did was brush them off and smile, saying that everything was fine, despite the bruise still on his face. He spent most of his days in the library, sitting in the chair on the far end side, spacing out at the homework in front of him.

"I don't know what's wrong with him…I know he got into a fight with his brother, but usually it's not this bad? I wonder what happened." Rowley whispered out, his chubby cheeks were scrunched up against the library window, making him look even more of a pig. No one seemed to notice him as he kept staring intently at Greg. Angie and Rowley had taken it upon themselves to watch over Greg while Chirag was away at the journalist club, taking care of things as chief apprentice of organization. He had told them that he had everything under control and that they should go and make sure Greg was going to be alright. Angie and Rowley were at a loss.

"I wish I knew what to say, but I honestly don't know what to do. Usually it's Greg that knows what to say. He's so blunt and truthful that you can't help but listen to him." Angie muttered out, a concerned look on her face. Rowley pushed away from the window, shaking his head to get his short dirty blond hair out of his eyes. His eyes caught unto someone walking down the hall, he raised his left arm in a wave which he furiously swung around and yelled.

"Holly, Holly come here for a second."

Holly was taken by surprised, but she walked towards Greg's best friend with a smile. "Hi Rowley, what do you need?" She asked politely, she wasn't as used to talking to him as Greg; same thing went for Angie, who was a sophomore.

"Greg isn't feeling like himself lately, he's really down. We were wondering if maybe you could go talk to him?" He asked, a large hopeful smile planted on his face. Holly glanced from one another, noticing how concerned they were for their friend, her friend too.

"I'll go talk to him, I hope I can help? Why is he feeling down? Did something happen?" Holly questioned them, hoping for insight on what exactly she was going to go help with.

"Greg and his brother got in a fight, that's how he got the bruise a while back. Ever since then he's been really gloomy, but it seems nothing we do can cheer him up. I'm sure he'll listen to you." Angie told Holly, a small smile on her lips. Holly nodded her head and smiled.

"I'll go talk to him. Thanks for asking me guys, it means a lot." Holly then proceeded to walk into the library, hands holding the straps of her backpack closer to her. She let out a breath as she saw Greg, he really did look very sad. She strolled over to him and sat down, making him jump from whatever he was thinking about.

"H-Holly, hi, what are you doing here?" He asked, nervous all of a sudden.

"Oh, nothing really, I saw you sitting here and I thought you might want some company. What are you working on?" Holly decided to take another approach, see what she could weasel out of Greg herself.

"Just biology, I'm a little lost with the homework." He uttered truthfully. She looked over and noticed nothing was written down; she suddenly got a great idea.

"I know! How about I come over after school and we can work on it together. We can talk a bit afterwards to and hangout." The smile that appeared on Greg's face lifted up her spirit. It was working.

"That'd be great Holly." He shrieked out, the librarian shushing him from his desk at the front of the library.

"Alright, it's decided then. I'll go to your house right after I tell my parents. I'll see you later Greg." She got up off the chair and smiled, giving a slight wave before she walked out. She saw Rowley and Angie once again and gave them a thumb up before walking away.

"Do you think it worked, I wonder what she said?" Angie told Rowley, noticing then that Greg walked out of the library with his backpack on his back, a small smile on his face. Greg watched Holly walk away before he noticed both Angie and Rowley next to him.

"Oh, you guys are here? What are you both doing?"

"Oh nothing, so, what were you and Holly talking about?" Rowley drawled out, nudging Greg in the side like this was the biggest gossip of life.

Greg cocked his eyebrows. "Were you two spying on me?" Angie shook her head, a smile on her lips.

"Not spying, observing." Rowley and Angie stifled a laugh behind their hands. They of course both knew the crush Greg had on Holly, it really was a good idea to have send her in.

"Holly offered to come over tonight to do homework and talk, isn't that great? Something good finally happened between us." His grin was wide and basically took up his whole face. Rowley wound his arm around Greg's shoulder.

"That's great, make sure to give us the details later, stud." Greg could only roll his eyes. 'Who uses the word stud in a sentence? Rowley, that's who.'


Once he got home, Greg made sure the kitchen was clean, his parents weren't home yet and he knew that the kitchen would be a better choice than the living room where Rodrick was currently sprawled on the couch. He didn't even say hello, which just goes to show that Rodrick did, in fact, mean what he had said, which inwardly just gave him another knot in his stomach.

The thought of Holly coming over did etch out the hurt, but only slightly, which he was surprised about. Usually just the thought of his dream girl made his insides all gooey and happy. He didn't feel the goo, but he did feel the happy. Greg had given Holly instructions to his house, and she in turned told him that she would be there as soon as possible.

The doorbell rang right as he was finished putting all the dishes away, something he usually never did unless he was asked to. He sprang over to the door, a smile on his face. He noticed his brother was looking at him over the head of the couch with a questionable look, the only person that ever came over for Greg was Rowley, therefore he didn't understand the happy prance in his brother's steps.

Greg opened the door and was swept away with a small hug from Holly as she came in. He couldn't believe it; they were already at the hugging stage in their friendship. He was very happy about that and his face beamed with a grin. "Sorry I'm late, mom got lost even with the directions." A giggle escaped her parted lips, it sounded really cute to Greg.

"It's alright; I was just cleaning up anyways. We can go work in the kitchen. Do you want anything to drink?" Greg had no idea where all this hospitality bullshit was coming from? He somewhat guessed it was from years of seeing his mothers guests venture into their home and how she treated them all, it seems manners got dug into his bones without his mother even trying.

"I'm fine, thank you." Holly saw Greg's brother looking at him with shock. He shook his head, gave her a tiny smile then propped himself back onto the couch, lifting the volume even higher of some metal band that was currently playing. Greg glared at his brother for the obvious disrespect he was having for himself and especially Holly. He brought Holly to the kitchen, not noticing Rodrick sent a glare himself, especially to Holly before he went back to his show.

Once both Holly and Greg were seated, they brought out their binders and note books. Their number two pencils already ready and sharpened for usage. Greg smiled at Holly and opened his binder to get the homework page out.

"So, where do we start?"


Biology was really confusing, even though he already learned most of the things in seventh and eight grade, learning about what the names of all the organs were was the hardest. Thankfully, with Holly's help she was able to give him hints on how to remember everything and the order it all went in.

"That really helps, who knew you could make a song about organs?" Greg cocked his head to the side as he studied the organs one last time. "Yeah, you can make songs about anything, how do you think we learned all those planets in pre-school." Holly had him at that. "Touché!" He uttered out, making Holly giggle.

"Well, I think we're done with our homework, it was a great revision too." She smiled at him. Not even an hour had past and they were already done with everything, his parents weren't even home yet! Mom was out later because of school but his dad was probably already on his way with Manny. Greg nodded as he stuffed everything back into his bag.

"So, I wanted to talk to you about something." Greg's breath hitched in his throat, the sound of the rock music from the tv seemed to be a lot louder.

"Oh really, what did you want to talk about Holly?" He propped his chin, even though it still kind of ached, unto his propped up hand.

"Well, Angie and Rowley told me about how you've been feeling sad lately. Did you want to talk about it? It's alright if you don't, I'm not trying to pry or anything. It's just, you're my friend too, and I worry about you sometimes." She admitted out loud, Greg thought his heart was about to burst open. He swiped his choppy chocolate brown hair out of his eyes.

"Really, you care about me?" He whispered out, not really believing what he just heard coming out of her mouth.

"Oh course I do, you're my friend. And I did mean what I said on the first day when I said we could become best friends!" She smiled lightly at him. Greg felt like he was on cloud nine, floating up in the sky, not believing what was going on.

"Well, yes, I was really sad, about…well, you probably know if Rowley and Angie told you. Well, things are getting better. I've decided that I'll just brush it off and keep going on with life. That seems like the right thing to do, right?" Holly nodded enthusiastically. Greg laughed, Holly not really understanding why. "No, I'm fine, I've just been holding that in for so long, feels good to let it out. Thanks a lot Holly. I really appreciate it." Holly giggled and said it was nothing.

Holly brought her bag over to the door and Greg noticed Rodrick wasn't watching television anymore even though the tv was still on. He heard the shower running through the pipes and loud music from up the stairs. He told Holly they could watch television and she said it would be fine. They both sat down on the couch, not really deciding what they could watch, so they just chatted about the various channels and making funny remarks about each and everyone of them.

"The rotisserie channel is my favourite. I can seriously watch it for hours." He stated when he landed on that channel.

"What! But it's only a show about chickens being twirled on a skewer with fire in the background?" Holly remarked, not really believing that Greg could watch chickens being cooked for hours. Greg laughed

"What can I say; I'm a fan of chickens being cooked!" He winked at her, resulting in a blush and a smile on her part.

The doorbell rang signalling that Holly's mother had arrived. He walked Holly to the door and picked up her backpack for her. She smiled at Greg and gave him another hug, this one lasting longer than the first. "I had a great time Greg, it was a lot of fun. I'll see you tomorrow at school alright? Bye." He waved at Holly as she walked out the door. Once the door was closed, he pumped his fist in the air, a big fat smile plastered unto his boyish face. 'I can't believe it, she said she had a great time.' Greg giggled all the way up the stairs, his face changing though when he saw Rodrick walk out of the bathroom with a smirk. His hair was plastered unto his face and his bare chest was raining droplets down his tanned torso. His jeans were thankfully on and not the small towels they usually had.

"So, you nabbed the little Hill girl it seems. Never knew you had it in you, though, if you want help with your homework, I think I'd be the better choice." He uttered out as he dried his hair with the towel gripped in his left hand. Greg scoffed at that.

"Like I'd want you anywhere near my homework, you can't even spell right." Greg's back was slammed against the wall, a tan arm pressed up against his throat keeping him in place. Rodrick's body was pressed up against his, his small form being covered by his brother's larger one, he felt Rodrick's body heat rushing over him. He looked up at Rodrick with shock in his eyes. They finally talked since that fight, and Rodrick gets mad at him for telling the truth. His older brother traced the bruise on Greg's chin, running his rough finger against it. Greg looked at him, confused at what he was doing and annoyed since it still hurt. Rodrick's on bruise was still on his face, but you don't see Greg go up and touch it.

"This is what I hate most about you; you think you're so fucking better than everyone else! It makes me sick! Grow the fuck up and stop being so damn conceited!" Rodrick let go of Greg and walked away from him. They both heard the front door open, signalling the arrival of their dad and Manny. Greg just stared at Rodrick's back as he swept away from him to go back into his room in the attic. Rodrick spared one last look at Greg, spite shown clearly on his face. Greg didn't even give him a look of recognition as he walked into his room, slamming the door behind him.

TO BE CONTINUED


WELL, there you have it, this chapter took me SO LONG TO WRITE, so I really hope you all like it. I'm really proud with this, and I really think I filled this chapter up with a lot of emotions. Only you all can tell me if I'm doing good or not, so leave me reviews and I hope you all enjoy this, special chapter.

Is it just me, or are my chapters getting long? XD

They are. - Liardy

LOL I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THIS! - Bow

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?