Wish You Were Here

Last Nite

Living with Nithin was not easy. The constant awkward tension, THE FUCKING EYE CONTACT, Granted Naveen apologised about his shitty behaviour but living with your ex's brother is not a very comfortable thing.

Ever since Nithin became his roommate, Naveen's self pity multiplied.
Bro woke up one morning at five and tried making upma which ended up with him dropping all the vessel he could lay his hands on.

Naveen knew that Nithin held a grudge against him but this was brutal.

They shared different rooms but only one washing machine. Last week, it broke down and Naveen had to wash Nithin's underwears for a week because he lost in rock-paper-scissors.

"Who wears a chota bheem underwear at this age.. " asked Naveen one day

"you just don't understand the childhood innocense you stupid prick. Get washing."Nithin snapped back.

After Naveen's short lived career in cooking for them, it was upto Nithin to cook breakfast, first of all he fucked up with Aishu, now HE, the ex's BROTHER has to make breakfast FOR THE EX.
the universe likes playing cruel games huh.

Naveen groaned as the morning light shone mercilessly into his eyes. He looks around trying to get his mind to work properly and be awake and remembered..

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE BREAKFAST.

wait no fuck. nItHin, told him (read yelled and laughed and bullied him) to not even step foot into the kitchen anymore.

Asshole.

Breaking a few cups and dropping vessels annol isn't a big deal.

Ok maybe it was.

Thinking about how annoying Nithin was and cursing his fate, Naveen got up and wrapping a blanket around his cold body CAUSE BANGALORE LIKES TO PLAY GAMES W THE WEATHER. and moved towards the kitchen, where the noise of spoons and bowls clanging together were emanating.

"Raktasikta katte, nivu beligge enu sabda maduttiddiri?"
Grumbled Naveen
(bloody donkey, what noise are you making in the morning.)

"endooo?" Asked Nithin still turned towards the stove.
(What?)

"What are you making this early in the morning?"

"Early in the morning?" Scoffed Nithin.
Turning back ready to make fun of Naveen, Nithin stopped mid sentence and looked at him.

Red cheeks, plump lips, sniffling a little. All that cuteness wrapped around an old Mickey mouse blanket.

Why is his heartbeat quickening like this? Shit is his face hot? It's so hot this early in the morning. Damn bangalore.

Naveen looked pretty hot today. Did he put something on? Ayyy nivia lotion only noo. But still. Naveen looked so fucking cute, pretty even.

EY NO DA POTTA. SISTERS EX. RED LIGHT RED LIGHT RED LIGHT. GO BACK GO BACK.

Quickly turning back towards the stove and trying to get his thoughts in order, Nithin clears his throat and mumbles.

"It's not early in the morning. It's already 8"

"What? I can't hear you stop abusing the kadhai with your spoon and speak properly."

Throwing the spoon back into the pot Nithin shouts out.

"ITS NOT EARLY IN THE MORNING ITS 8 O FUCKING CLOCK."

Eyes wide with shock at being yelled at Naveen asks, "what macha youre screaming at this time."

Shrugging his shoulders Nithin turns to look at Naveen. He's just looking at him no? Nothing bad. Naveen's nice to look at. EY NO.

"Wait 8???? FUCK I HAVE A CLASS AT 8:15." Exclaims Naveen.

Slapping a 100 ruppee note Naveen had just pulled out of some random drawer on Nithin's chest. Naveen very condescendingly says

"No need to tire yourself making shit which tastes like cardboard.
Go buy idli or whatever, with coconut chutney if you want, you know since your mallu annol."
Saying so Naveen laughed at his own (pathetic) joke and sashayed away to his room.

Nithin had this burning feeling inside his stomach. Acidity? no no this was the feeling of hatred. Patti. Panni. NARI. OHOHO HE COOKS SO WELL NO. HE SAW NAVEEN TAKE 3 APPAMS AND ONE FULL. I MEAN FULL BOX OF POTATO CURRY. CARDBOARD NO. CARBOARD HIS-

He wanted to crush his face.
His stupid
Cute
Annoying
Condescing.
face.
Did he say cute??? Ey no what do Nithin could neverrr, he has more sense than to fall for his sister's ex.

Right?