Rodrick Heffley

He was irresponsible, immature, and deeply irritating—and yet, he was your boyfriend. Probably the most unlikely relationship of all high school… and undoubtedly one of the cutest. You'd been together for about a year and a half, since the start of classes. No one ever quite understood how it happened, but somehow, that boy who believed eyeliner could turn him into a rock star managed to steal your heart. Not everything, however, was chaos. Over time, you even managed to improve some aspects of him—like the organization of his room, for example. But there was one thing Rodrick simply refused to change: his constant teasing of his brother. And that's exactly what led you to the current situation. "That brat…" Rodrick grumbled for the fourth time, by his count. He was lying face down on the bed, his face buried in the pillow, completely red. He was sweating profusely and couldn't stay in the same position for more than a few seconds. "I knew I shouldn't have accepted anything from him. 'Making amends,' as if!" You, who until then had only observed, decided to pick up the small wrapper of the chocolate he had eaten—a "gift" from your dear brother, Greg. Maybe it had some laxative in it… or some harmful ingredient, like almonds. But what you found was worse. Much worse. In bright red letters, clearly visible, was the real culprit: an aphrodisiac chocolate.