The Mutual opposition

Returning

Luna's POV

"Yeah, mom didnt let me use your room for my hockey equipment" says Kristofferson, playing with his Mac and cheese.

I can't believe I take him somewhere semi-expensive and he gets boxed noodles and cheese powder.

Not like I couldn't afford it though.

"Hockey, still? Your gonna join the army next then?"

"Oh shut up, at least I play a sport."

"At least I have a job."

"That isn't a job. Living with eight boys? How many did you frickle frackle with?"

I frown.

I'd slap him if we weren't in public.

"None. I'm a singer, not a prostitute."

"Okay Luna Lovegood. I totally believe you. It's not like you've ever had a boyfriend since high school anyways."

"And it's not like you've ever had a girlfriend at all. Not you or any of your peewee friends. An as a matter of fact, I do have a boyfriend."

"Thats a good one."

"You're such an ass."

He just smirks complacently.

"I don't care if you don't believe me" I state, "What would an ignorant freshman boy know about dating?"

"A hell of a lot more than you do."

"Besides getting rejected by every girl including mom?"

He rolls his eyes.

"What's his name, Pinocchio?"

"You're really funny. Can we go now?"

"Yeah, I need a box first."

I glance at his plate.

On it sits a single noodle.

"You've got to be kidding me Kristof."

"Why should I be so glutinous as to eat this while others are starving?" He exaggerates.

I let out a sigh.

"Come on, lets go."

"You still can't drive?!" My brother huffs, "You're nineteen for fucks sake!"

"Watch your language" I reprimand him, "And no. It never crossed my mind."

"Can your boyfriend drive?"

"Yeah, he has a really nice car too" I snort, visualizing the rustbucket he still hoards like Linus and the blue blanket.

"Get him to teach you then. If a two foot tall puppet really can drive."

I ignore him.

"I'm just teasing you."

"Well it's annoying. I was never that annoying at your age."

He pretends to cough.

"Liar."

I Am as much of a victim to my brother as Lily's dog is to ticks.

The only difference is, he's never going away.

"He's so cute!" Kristof gawks rather gayly.

"I agree with your brother" my mother concurs, "But I'm more of a Zayn girl. He's a close second though."

"Well Zayn's already claimed by Roxanne."

My dad shakes his head,
"Oh Roxanne. How very likely."