You are Rowley Jeffersons older sister and you keep a diary during the time of Rodrick Rules and Dog Days.
You have been pining over your brother's, best friend's, brother, Rodrick Heffley since you first saw him when you were 8, now you are 17 and...
My name is Y/N Jefferson, I just want to start out by saying that me having this diary doesn't make me anything like my little brothers, stupid best friend, Greg Heffley. Besides, his is a 'journal'.
If I'm really doing this, I'm gonna need to start from the beginning.
When I was 4 years old my mother gave birth to my baby brother Rowley. My parent's beautiful miracle baby since my father had a vasectomy earlier that year, and suddenly, Rowley was everything to them. And by the time he was four, he had made his first friend, none other than Greg Heffley.
After Rowley had made the accomplishment of actually getting someone to be friends with him, my parents were desperate to have dinner with their family, meaning little ol' 8 year old me had to put on my fancy clothes to go to my brothers new friends house. I remember it like it was yesterday.
The house was spotless and had obviously been cleaned in a rush that day, Mrs Heffley was overly cheerful, nothings changed there, Mr Heffley seemed off put by how much my parents coddled Rowley, and I don't blame him, and Greg seemed like a little brat, refusing to eat vegetables, saying how much his Mum was embarrassing him and just seemed desperate for us to go home.
But then, there was the big brother, I say big, but he was my age, he had messy brown hair and big dark eyes, also, I was at that age where us girls start to go a little boy crazy, and right then, 8 year old Rodrick Heffley, had caught my eye.
The following Monday I rushed to my best friend Natasha and blabbed about how I met my brother's, best friend's family, and thought his big brother was cute. I can't remember how many times I retold her about that dinner.
That had peeked her interest, now we were wondering whether the other elementary school had cuter boys than ours. So we did the only logical thing, we made up that people were being really mean to us both and got our parents to transfer us to Rodrick's elementary school. He wasn't in our class but I was able to show Natasha how cute he was, but she seemed more focused on a boy named Lenwood.
So that's how it all started, that's how I ended up sitting at the Roller rink with Natasha talking about Rodrick. I had come there with my family but I ditched them for my best friend.
And that's where we are now.
"This year I have to get over him. He's never gonna like me, he barely knows I exist. This is the year I stop liking him!" I tell Natasha as she ate a piece of pizza
"Really, because he just walked in the door." She said and gestured to the entrance. Sure enough, when I whipped around, Rodrick Heffley and the rest of his family were walking in. Boy, he had gotten even HOTTER over the summer.
"Oh my god, is it just me or has he gotten even more attractive?!" I say shocked and Natasha smirked at me
"I thought you were gonna get over him." She said
I groaned "This is going to be harder than I thought. But I can't have another year of me being obsessed with him and him not even knowing I exist."
Natasha flicked her natural red hair off her shoulder and put down her pizza, then turned to me. "I have been waiting for this day for YEARS!!! How about this year, you finally try to make a move, I can be your wing woman! Besides, since Lenwood went off to that boarding school, I need to find myself a new guy to hit on." She said the last part in a singsongy voice
"You actually expect ME, the most awkward and klutz of a girl EVER, to make a move on Rodrick Heffley? You must be fucking joking." I said, actually laughing. She deadpanned me. "No! I can't make a move on RODRICK!!!" I yell
"Who's making a move on Rodrick?" Someone asked and Natasha and I whipped around to see Rowley and Greg standing there, Rowley looking traumatised, probably because we were having a conversation not at the level of maturity of a 7 year old, and Greg looking a tad sad.
"No one. Beat it babies." I say shooing them away. After they had walked away to go get skates I turned back to Tasha "I CANNOT risk Greg finding out and telling his brother I like him."
"Wouldn't it be better if Greg told Rodrick that you liked him so that you're on his radar?" Tasha said confused, picking up her pizza again
I scoffed "No. If I am going to make a move, IF....... I'd like to do it myself." I said shyly
"So you are gonna make a move?" Tasha asked grinning
I grinned shyly and looked down "Maybe." I whispered and when I looked up she was grinning at me "Okay, I'll try make a move." I say excited and she grinned even wider and looked over my shoulder
She nodded her head in that direction "Go on then." She said and I turned to see Rodrick standing with his brother on the other side of the rink.
"Right now?!" I ask shocked and she just nods with a smirk. "Fine. But you're coming with me." I say and stand up, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
"I wouldn't expect anything less as your wing woman." She grinned and stood up too, grabbing her clutch.
As we came closer to where he was standing I turned back to her. "How do I look?" I ask and she looks up and down at my outfit.
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"Great." She said and spun me around by the shoulders "Now go get him." She said, patted my shoulder and lightly pushed me in his direction.
She followed a tiny bit behind me and right as we approached him he turned around and began walking off with his band mates.
"Unbelievable." Natasha says with a scoff "He doesn't fucking move until you go up to talk to him, the bastard."
"Tasha, it's fine, I can try again....... another day." I say awkwardly when we suddenly hear romantic music playing
Looking out on the other couples in the rink, I see Greg going up to a blonde girl and is about to tap her on the shoulder when I hear an announcement on the mic.
Tasha taps me on the shoulder and points to Rodrick who's at the DJ booth and we hear the music be changed to a heavy metal song. That's when Rodrick does his signature HOT smirk and I feel like I'm about to faint
"Oh my god." I groan, annoyed "He's so hot." I say and turn back to Natasha who sniggers at me.
"And you thought you could get over him." She said smiling smugly at me
"Shut up." I draw and we start walking back to our table.
