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Diary of a Wimpy Kid Fanfiction
Just Got Serious
started 7/25/12
Gwen didn’t know what to say to him. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to say it back, yet she nearly did a few seconds before him. Those five seconds where she said nothing, she could very clearly see the hurt reflected in his hazel-honey eyes. What could she have done?
She probably could’ve said it back, like her heart wanted her to, yet part of her refused to let the words fly from her trembling lips. She could’ve told him, very gently, that she wasn’t ready to say it yet (even if she was). He would’ve understood, she knew that.
But, no. Gwen did neither of those things.
Instead, she stifled a gasp and tumbled out of his arms. She tossed a hasty excuse over her shoulder before escaping into her house. Right before slamming the door, Gwen managed a look behind her to see a stunned Rodrick still sitting on the grass. Her chest swelled, unshed tears burning in the back of her throat as she took in his befuddled expression.
At the last second, Rodrick made to stand up, his hand outreached to her in a silent plea before the door closed.
Gwen pressed her back against the door, her sky blue eyes squeezed shut in attempt to keep the confused tears at bay. She was very thankful for the fact that her parents were out of town for the weekend. The last thing she needed was to have them on her case.
Still tensed against the door with one hand twisted about the handle, ready to reopen the door and rush into Rodrick’s arms with a cry of her love, Gwen finally snapped. She stumbled away from the door, from Rodrick, and released a sharp cry that was quickly followed with the running of tears. Her feet were heavy and her stride wavered as she clomped her way up the stairs with tight fingers on the railing.
Her mind was racing when she finally managed to stagger into her bedroom. She braced herself in the doorway, her knuckles white as she dug her nails into the wood. The tears were falling at a steady rate, following the gentle curve of her cheeks like a caress. Hiccupping, Gwen pushed herself from the doorway and collapsed onto her bed.
With a cry, she clutched at her sheets and tried desperately to figure out why she couldn’t tell Rodrick that she loved him back.
***
Rodrick was still half-standing in Gwen’s yard, his hand outstretched towards the closed door. His eyes burned, but he refused to let himself cry. Fuck, he thought darkly as he curled his arm back to his side with taut fingers. He had been debating whether he told her that he loved her or not for weeks now, and that moment just felt right.
Apparently, it wasn’t.
The teenager cursed aloud, slamming his fist into the grass before storming away into his house next door. He smashed the front door shut, sending the whole house shivering with the impact. Rodrick heard his mother give a surprised yelp, but he was already down the stairs and in his room before she could confront him.
He slammed his door just as hard, and he didn’t bother locking it; his family should know better than to see him now.
Other than his mother, of course.
“Rodrick?” There was a soft knock at his door, his mother’s voice just as quiet. “Is everything alright?”
Rodrick took a deep breath before answering, knowing that his mother doesn’t deserve to get chewed out. This wasn’t her fault.
“Yeah, yeah.” He lied, sitting down to his drums and twirling the sticks aimlessly between his fingers. “I’m fine, Mom.”
“You don’t sound fine, sweetie.” She countered, the door now pushed open a crack. “What is it-?”
Rodrick gave the sticks a final twirl before bringing them down onto his drums. His mother’s voice was overpowered easily by the instrument, and he tuned everything out, including his erratically beating heart and pounding head. His hazel eyes were squeezed shut in what he convinced himself was concentration on the music and not concentration on holding back his angry, hot tears.
The teenager bashed harder on his drums, the music quickly becoming as erratic as his heartbeat. He could just make out his mother’s worried cry over the noise, but Rodrick refused to stop. He couldn’t face her now, not like this. So, he kept pounding and pounding and pounding, screaming inwardly at himself to stop thinking about Gwen and her beautiful sky blue eyes that were always sparkling, and her smile that sent his mind spinning, and-
“Rodrick!”
His mother’s sharp cry finally pulled him out of his trance, and that was when Rodrick opened his eyes to see that one of his drum sticks was stabbed through the rough cover of a drum. He blinked in surprise, a few tears finally trickling freely down his face.
“Rodrick…” His mother’s voice was much softer now, a hint of pity laced in that single word.
He scowled at his ruined drums, his rage boiling over. With a scream, Rodrick yanked the stick free, which tore the drum even more, and chucked both sticks across his room. They slammed into the opposite wall, just beside his startled mother, and both snapped in two at the impact. His mother cried out, flinching away from the wood splinters that flew into the air.
A tense second passed, Rodrick hovering above his round drummer’s seat and breathing heavily while his mother stared in shock at the broken sticks. Mrs. Heffley turned her head to look at her son, her eyes wide behind her round glasses.
“Rodrick-!” She gasped.
The boy looked between the broken sticks and his mother with a panicked look in his hazel eyes. Sue Heffley was taken aback, her hands flying to her chest in shock. Never, ever had her son behaved like this. She didn’t know what to do, and it appeared that Rodrick didn’t either.
They both sat there in the silence, Rodrick staring wordlessly at the broken sticks while on the verge of hyperventilating with his mother staring at him in shock. Eventually, after a couple anxious minutes, his mother finally managed to find her voice again.
“Rodrick.” She repeated gently, making a move toward him with her hand.
“I told her I loved her.”
His words froze Mrs. Heffley to the ground, leaving her hand hovering just short of touching her son’s head. That look of shock was now frozen on her face. She looked at her son like he had sprouted arms out of his head. Which, he may as well have with what he just told her. Her hand slowly dropped back to her side, but before it rested back on her thigh, Rodrick had his arms around her.
“Oh-!” His mother gasped, startled as her son burrowed himself deeper into her chest.
And that’s when he finally began to cry.
***
Gwen didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until the sound of her parents’ loud arrival, given away by the slamming of car doors, woke her up. She jerked up from her bed, hearing the front door open and the sound of her parents’ arguing voices drifting up the stairs. Arguing? And they’re home a day early. Gwen thought to herself. It had been months since her parents’ yelled at each other. They seemed to be doing so well, and this trip was supposed to help their relationship, but now-
Crash.
The teenager winced, closing her eyes and flopping back down on her bed to cover her head with a pillow. It helped muffle her parents’ shouts somewhat. She whimpered, their screams crashing into each other like two shrill notes that caused a terrible disharmony. This was the last thing she needed.
Gwen sat up slowly, groggy with tears and heartache. She rubbed at her face, her skin nearly raw and her eyes burning. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so upset. Her hands fell from her face, and Gwen stared at them in her lap. Her focus all went into looking at her hands and thinking of nothing else, including the incessant thoughts of Rodrick and the cacophony of her parents’ voices.
They rested loosely upon each other, the tips of her fingers all curled in slightly. The lines of her hands had never been so entrancing to her before, the way they ran across her hands in random patterns yet they mirrored each other when both palms were compared. There was that thin, haphazardly cut scar that ran down her left thumb from when he caught it on nail years ago. She traced it with her finger now, following the pale line of skin down all the way to her wrist.
As Gwen went to inspect her right hand more deeply, another loud bang interrupted her thoughts.
“Damn it, Marilyn!” Her father’s voice was sharp, cutting through her door all too easily; it made her wince.
“Don’t even start with me, Joseph.” If her father’s voice was sharp, her mother’s was the edge of a sword.
Gwen’s parents argued, sure. Whose didn’t? But, after her older sister Wendy had vanished, things had started to worsen in the Miles’ household. The police were searching for Wendy, as well as her crummy boyfriend whose name Gwen could not even remember. Needless to say, tensions were way past high now.
Without a second thought, Gwen shoved open her window facing the neighbors, not the Heffleys’, house. As she took in the height, her parents’ shouts grew louder behind her. Her blue eyes tightened. She had made the jump before. Granted, Rodrick was waiting there for her-
“Gwen?”
Just as he was now.
His voice, soft and caring compared to her parents’ barking, startled her all the same. And before Gwen knew it, she was tumbling out her window. There wasn’t enough time for her to scream, so she just let gravity shove her down towards the earth silently.
But just like before, he was there to catch her.
“Oof!”
But unlike before, Rodrick was not ready for her. That much was plain to see when Gwen literally fell on top of him, crushing him under her as she met the ground. Gwen gasped, quickly scuttling off of a groaning Rodrick. He lay on his back, his eyes closed tight in pain.
“Rodrick! Oh, oh goodness,” Gwen babbled, her hands fluttering about as she tried to think of a way to help him. “Are you okay? I’m so so sorry.”
“Fine,” Rodrick managed to mumble, his eyes still closed as he raised one leg up slowly, as if testing the limb.
“Rodrick,” Gwen tried again, her heart hammering in her ears. “What are you doing-?”
Her words were overrun by another crash from inside her house, followed by even more screams and curses. She winced as if her parents’ voices were hitting her physically. When she looked back over at Rodrick as the noise faded, she was startled to see him sitting up and staring right at her. Her heart jumped into her throat.
“I heard them yelling, breaking things.” Rodrick murmured, tossing his head towards her house in gesture. “I wanted to make sure you were…you were okay.”
Gwen found herself taking some heavy breaths, just watching his hazel eyes take her in. She was shocked to see a halo of red around the hazel. Rodrick, crying? It struck her to the core when she figured out he cried because of her. She swallowed, reaching forward to take his hand. Rodrick started at her touch, but didn’t pull away when she linked her fingers between his.
“I’m okay.” She promised. “Much better now.”
“Gwen,” Rodrick began, but she put a finger on his lips.
“I love you, too.” Gwen whispered.
Rodrick’s lips turned up under her touch, and before he knew it, Gwen’s soft lips replaced her finger. Her hands dug themselves into his mane of dark hair, wordlessly begging for him to be closer. Rodrick responded easily, curling his arms around her slender waist and tugging her into his lap. Despite their passionate embrace, their kiss was gentle. It just proved more to Gwen how much she truly did love him.
He was the first to pull away, his breath coming out in hot, short puffs. Gwen touched his face, her fingertips brushing the hair out of his eyes. Rodrick shook his head slightly, catching her hand.
“Are all girls this confusing?” He muttered, not entirely unkindly.
Gwen could only laugh for she couldn't answer that question herself. She broke eye contact with him, trying to find the words to explain what had happened.
“You could say that.” She finally murmured. “I guess I just needed-“
“Gwen,” Rodrick interrupted, taking her face in his hands. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me.”
That only made Gwen give another snort of laughter.
“I made you cry, Rodrick.” She insisted. “I think an explanation is in order.” He opened his mouth in surprise, but she continued on before he could say a word. “I never wanted to hurt you, but you know that. I just think I didn’t realize that I actually did love you. I mean, I thought for a long time that I did, and when you said that…”
She broke off, suddenly too emotional to speak. Rodrick waited patiently, giving her a sad smile that had guilt written all over it.
“You were right to say it, though, ‘cause now I know that I do love you.” Gwen smiled at him, putting her hands on either side of his face. “I love you, Rodrick Heffley.”
And that just made him want to kiss her all the more.

Description
Diary of a Wimpy Kid Fanfiction
Just Got Serious
started 7/25/12
Gwen didn’t know what to say to him. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to say it back, yet she nearly did a few seconds before him. Those five seconds where she said nothing, she could very clearly see the hurt reflected in his hazel-honey eyes. What could she have done?
She probably could’ve said it back, like her heart wanted her to, yet part of her refused to let the words fly from her trembling lips. She could’ve told him, very gently, that she wasn’t ready to say it yet (even if she was). He would’ve understood, she knew that.
But, no. Gwen did neither of those things.
Instead, she stifled a gasp and tumbled out of his arms. She tossed a hasty excuse over her shoulder before escaping into her house. Right before slamming the door, Gwen managed a look behind her to see a stunned Rodrick still sitting on the grass. Her chest swelled, unshed tears burning in the back of her throat as she took in his befuddled expression.
At the last second, Rodrick made to stand up, his hand outreached to her in a silent plea before the door closed.
Gwen pressed her back against the door, her sky blue eyes squeezed shut in attempt to keep the confused tears at bay. She was very thankful for the fact that her parents were out of town for the weekend. The last thing she needed was to have them on her case.
Still tensed against the door with one hand twisted about the handle, ready to reopen the door and rush into Rodrick’s arms with a cry of her love, Gwen finally snapped. She stumbled away from the door, from Rodrick, and released a sharp cry that was quickly followed with the running of tears. Her feet were heavy and her stride wavered as she clomped her way up the stairs with tight fingers on the railing.
Her mind was racing when she finally managed to stagger into her bedroom. She braced herself in the doorway, her knuckles white as she dug her nails into the wood. The tears were falling at a steady rate, following the gentle curve of her cheeks like a caress. Hiccupping, Gwen pushed herself from the doorway and collapsed onto her bed.
With a cry, she clutched at her sheets and tried desperately to figure out why she couldn’t tell Rodrick that she loved him back.
***
Rodrick was still half-standing in Gwen’s yard, his hand outstretched towards the closed door. His eyes burned, but he refused to let himself cry. Fuck, he thought darkly as he curled his arm back to his side with taut fingers. He had been debating whether he told her that he loved her or not for weeks now, and that moment just felt right.
Apparently, it wasn’t.
The teenager cursed aloud, slamming his fist into the grass before storming away into his house next door. He smashed the front door shut, sending the whole house shivering with the impact. Rodrick heard his mother give a surprised yelp, but he was already down the stairs and in his room before she could confront him.
He slammed his door just as hard, and he didn’t bother locking it; his family should know better than to see him now.
Other than his mother, of course.
“Rodrick?” There was a soft knock at his door, his mother’s voice just as quiet. “Is everything alright?”
Rodrick took a deep breath before answering, knowing that his mother doesn’t deserve to get chewed out. This wasn’t her fault.
“Yeah, yeah.” He lied, sitting down to his drums and twirling the sticks aimlessly between his fingers. “I’m fine, Mom.”
“You don’t sound fine, sweetie.” She countered, the door now pushed open a crack. “What is it-?”
Rodrick gave the sticks a final twirl before bringing them down onto his drums. His mother’s voice was overpowered easily by the instrument, and he tuned everything out, including his erratically beating heart and pounding head. His hazel eyes were squeezed shut in what he convinced himself was concentration on the music and not concentration on holding back his angry, hot tears.
The teenager bashed harder on his drums, the music quickly becoming as erratic as his heartbeat. He could just make out his mother’s worried cry over the noise, but Rodrick refused to stop. He couldn’t face her now, not like this. So, he kept pounding and pounding and pounding, screaming inwardly at himself to stop thinking about Gwen and her beautiful sky blue eyes that were always sparkling, and her smile that sent his mind spinning, and-
“Rodrick!”
His mother’s sharp cry finally pulled him out of his trance, and that was when Rodrick opened his eyes to see that one of his drum sticks was stabbed through the rough cover of a drum. He blinked in surprise, a few tears finally trickling freely down his face.
“Rodrick…” His mother’s voice was much softer now, a hint of pity laced in that single word.
He scowled at his ruined drums, his rage boiling over. With a scream, Rodrick yanked the stick free, which tore the drum even more, and chucked both sticks across his room. They slammed into the opposite wall, just beside his startled mother, and both snapped in two at the impact. His mother cried out, flinching away from the wood splinters that flew into the air.
A tense second passed, Rodrick hovering above his round drummer’s seat and breathing heavily while his mother stared in shock at the broken sticks. Mrs. Heffley turned her head to look at her son, her eyes wide behind her round glasses.
“Rodrick-!” She gasped.
The boy looked between the broken sticks and his mother with a panicked look in his hazel eyes. Sue Heffley was taken aback, her hands flying to her chest in shock. Never, ever had her son behaved like this. She didn’t know what to do, and it appeared that Rodrick didn’t either.
They both sat there in the silence, Rodrick staring wordlessly at the broken sticks while on the verge of hyperventilating with his mother staring at him in shock. Eventually, after a couple anxious minutes, his mother finally managed to find her voice again.
“Rodrick.” She repeated gently, making a move toward him with her hand.
“I told her I loved her.”
His words froze Mrs. Heffley to the ground, leaving her hand hovering just short of touching her son’s head. That look of shock was now frozen on her face. She looked at her son like he had sprouted arms out of his head. Which, he may as well have with what he just told her. Her hand slowly dropped back to her side, but before it rested back on her thigh, Rodrick had his arms around her.
“Oh-!” His mother gasped, startled as her son burrowed himself deeper into her chest.
And that’s when he finally began to cry.
***
Gwen didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until the sound of her parents’ loud arrival, given away by the slamming of car doors, woke her up. She jerked up from her bed, hearing the front door open and the sound of her parents’ arguing voices drifting up the stairs. Arguing? And they’re home a day early. Gwen thought to herself. It had been months since her parents’ yelled at each other. They seemed to be doing so well, and this trip was supposed to help their relationship, but now-
Crash.
The teenager winced, closing her eyes and flopping back down on her bed to cover her head with a pillow. It helped muffle her parents’ shouts somewhat. She whimpered, their screams crashing into each other like two shrill notes that caused a terrible disharmony. This was the last thing she needed.
Gwen sat up slowly, groggy with tears and heartache. She rubbed at her face, her skin nearly raw and her eyes burning. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so upset. Her hands fell from her face, and Gwen stared at them in her lap. Her focus all went into looking at her hands and thinking of nothing else, including the incessant thoughts of Rodrick and the cacophony of her parents’ voices.
They rested loosely upon each other, the tips of her fingers all curled in slightly. The lines of her hands had never been so entrancing to her before, the way they ran across her hands in random patterns yet they mirrored each other when both palms were compared. There was that thin, haphazardly cut scar that ran down her left thumb from when he caught it on nail years ago. She traced it with her finger now, following the pale line of skin down all the way to her wrist.
As Gwen went to inspect her right hand more deeply, another loud bang interrupted her thoughts.
“Damn it, Marilyn!” Her father’s voice was sharp, cutting through her door all too easily; it made her wince.
“Don’t even start with me, Joseph.” If her father’s voice was sharp, her mother’s was the edge of a sword.
Gwen’s parents argued, sure. Whose didn’t? But, after her older sister Wendy had vanished, things had started to worsen in the Miles’ household. The police were searching for Wendy, as well as her crummy boyfriend whose name Gwen could not even remember. Needless to say, tensions were way past high now.
Without a second thought, Gwen shoved open her window facing the neighbors, not the Heffleys’, house. As she took in the height, her parents’ shouts grew louder behind her. Her blue eyes tightened. She had made the jump before. Granted, Rodrick was waiting there for her-
“Gwen?”
Just as he was now.
His voice, soft and caring compared to her parents’ barking, startled her all the same. And before Gwen knew it, she was tumbling out her window. There wasn’t enough time for her to scream, so she just let gravity shove her down towards the earth silently.
But just like before, he was there to catch her.
“Oof!”
But unlike before, Rodrick was not ready for her. That much was plain to see when Gwen literally fell on top of him, crushing him under her as she met the ground. Gwen gasped, quickly scuttling off of a groaning Rodrick. He lay on his back, his eyes closed tight in pain.
“Rodrick! Oh, oh goodness,” Gwen babbled, her hands fluttering about as she tried to think of a way to help him. “Are you okay? I’m so so sorry.”
“Fine,” Rodrick managed to mumble, his eyes still closed as he raised one leg up slowly, as if testing the limb.
“Rodrick,” Gwen tried again, her heart hammering in her ears. “What are you doing-?”
Her words were overrun by another crash from inside her house, followed by even more screams and curses. She winced as if her parents’ voices were hitting her physically. When she looked back over at Rodrick as the noise faded, she was startled to see him sitting up and staring right at her. Her heart jumped into her throat.
“I heard them yelling, breaking things.” Rodrick murmured, tossing his head towards her house in gesture. “I wanted to make sure you were…you were okay.”
Gwen found herself taking some heavy breaths, just watching his hazel eyes take her in. She was shocked to see a halo of red around the hazel. Rodrick, crying? It struck her to the core when she figured out he cried because of her. She swallowed, reaching forward to take his hand. Rodrick started at her touch, but didn’t pull away when she linked her fingers between his.
“I’m okay.” She promised. “Much better now.”
“Gwen,” Rodrick began, but she put a finger on his lips.
“I love you, too.” Gwen whispered.
Rodrick’s lips turned up under her touch, and before he knew it, Gwen’s soft lips replaced her finger. Her hands dug themselves into his mane of dark hair, wordlessly begging for him to be closer. Rodrick responded easily, curling his arms around her slender waist and tugging her into his lap. Despite their passionate embrace, their kiss was gentle. It just proved more to Gwen how much she truly did love him.
He was the first to pull away, his breath coming out in hot, short puffs. Gwen touched his face, her fingertips brushing the hair out of his eyes. Rodrick shook his head slightly, catching her hand.
“Are all girls this confusing?” He muttered, not entirely unkindly.
Gwen could only laugh for she couldn't answer that question herself. She broke eye contact with him, trying to find the words to explain what had happened.
“You could say that.” She finally murmured. “I guess I just needed-“
“Gwen,” Rodrick interrupted, taking her face in his hands. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me.”
That only made Gwen give another snort of laughter.
“I made you cry, Rodrick.” She insisted. “I think an explanation is in order.” He opened his mouth in surprise, but she continued on before he could say a word. “I never wanted to hurt you, but you know that. I just think I didn’t realize that I actually did love you. I mean, I thought for a long time that I did, and when you said that…”
She broke off, suddenly too emotional to speak. Rodrick waited patiently, giving her a sad smile that had guilt written all over it.
“You were right to say it, though, ‘cause now I know that I do love you.” Gwen smiled at him, putting her hands on either side of his face. “I love you, Rodrick Heffley.”
And that just made him want to kiss her all the more.