Wasn't feeling good so here's some Rodrick and Greg angst
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If only he hadn't fucked up Heather Hills' party. Honestly he's never felt more upset with himself as he stood in the stupid shower as he brushed chocolate off his tan skin.
All he had wanted to do was get her attention. Oh, which he totally achieved but in the way he didn't want. Rodrick Heffley had made the biggest fool of himself at her party. So did Heather. FUCK! He almost winced when he remembered how they both had ended up covered in chocolate and on the floor.
Every little partial that controlled his body felt burning shame. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Even when he finally got the mess off and slipped out of the shower. Lazily putting on new clothes with such drag it seemed like he was getting ready for school . As soon as the clothes covered his body he glanced at the porcelain skin with tired, dark eyes.
Ah, right there, in that cabinet above the sink and behind the mirror was pills. Along with razors if he wanted to get creative with his stupid angst. How nice would it be to watch his boiling blood spill onto the blue tiled floor. Or just fill his stomach full of pills and just wither away.
The drummer sighed; wetting his lips with his tongue because somehow it feels as if he wasn't wet at all. The only thing that dripped was his damp, black hair. Hands shaking he decided why not?
Honestly who expected any better? Ive tried it before. Its obvious ill try it again and again
A smile twitched on his face as he opened the cabinet. Remembering how, back in his last year of Middle School, his mother and father had hid the pills. Scared of what he would try again. Though after all this time... All this fake 'im getting better' seemed to have fooled them. Or maybe it hadn't. Maybe just like his nightmares predicted; they truly forgot about his issues so that they could focus on more important things like his brothers.
Right when his hand clenched around the bottle, his new way out, he heard a knock on the door and almost jumped out of his skin. He hated this. He really hoped he could just do it quickly before they figured out-
"Rodrick?"
Oh
"Hey come on! I have to get ready for bed and you're hogging the bathroom!"
A voice that could only belong to his little, caring, and his polar-opposite brother. Oh no. The one person, other then Heather Hills and somewhat his father, that made him want to stay on this dreaded planet. Yeah, Rodrick had to glance up and growl. Good one God. Guess today is not my day.
Feeling almost mocked; he slammed the cabinet and left the pills to open the door. Eyes falling down to a boy with rustled brown hair and big, grey-blue eyes.
"Get in squirt. Looks like im done."
"Finally-"
Rodrick didn't care for his response as he shoved the other away with ease. Almost like squatting at a fly. And left with a troubled mind.
