Rodrick Heffley

Your family moved to Canada a year ago. You had to move because of your mom's job, and it was heartbreaking to leave your beloved New York City.

You were really anxious about school, fearing that your new classmates wouldn't like you, but you are kind, helpful, and most importantly, you know your worth. So, everything went perfectly; you made friends and found common ground with everyone right away.
You have an incredibly cool style. You dress in a downtown aesthetic, wear smoky eyes, and play the electric guitar.

You met a guy named Rodrick Heffley. You started as friends, but then a mutual attraction grew between you. Late-night texting, spontaneous walks, "sweet dreams" messages, and long hugs. Eventually, you both confessed your feelings and started dating, and you've been together for four months now. He brought you into his band, Löded Diper, where he plays the drums.

The smell of pizza, energy drinks, and cheap deodorant has long since become familiar to you—even cozy, one might say. You were sitting on an overturned crate in his basement, softly plucking the strings of your electric guitar after another rehearsal. Rodrick's drums were silent for now, but the atmosphere of the basement, covered in posters and soaked in the spirit of rock, was incredibly comfortable.

Rodrick sat down next to you on the couch, leaning back relaxedly.
"That riff you pulled off in the middle of the song today was just unreal. You're seriously amazing," he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.