Algorithm

Chapter 6

Sofie's POV:

"Jesus, Sofie will you hurry up already." Sven annoyingly announced upon entering my room. He could see that I was packing the last little essentials I needed for my trip, and that I was nearly done with plenty of time but of course, Sven being Sven needed to make a snide little comment about it.

Unimpressed, I turned around and gave him a look that said I was going to hit him sooner rather than later. My twin brother just smirked. Digging his hand into the bag of popcorn he had noisily decided to open.

Ignoring him, I carried on packing, but at every second item a rustle and crunch came from my brother. That repeated sound annoying the hell out of me. "Will you please stop eating so loudly!"

I exclaimed and sighed, zipping my suitcase up.

Sven though, just got louder, rustling the bag and throwing popcorn piece into the air. Becoming even more annoyed, not that I wanted to, I snapped and turned around to see pieces of popcorn on my perfectly clean carpet.

"Sven!" I yelled, angered by the mess he'd made.

"Wa?" He cluelessly - or not so very as he knew what he was doing - looked over at me, licking his fingers.

Grimacing in disgust at my brothers unhygienic state, I pushed him away. "Go wipe yourself clean, you're disgusting." Proceeding to get on my hands and knees, picking each piece of popcorn from my carpet instead of getting ready to leave.

He knew what he was doing, he'd always do things like this to annoy me and make me late for appointments or work. Sven knew I hated any kind of mess and how anxious it made me, so making me do a last clean up was probably his way of saying he'd miss me, in his own special way.

Sven wasn't really good when it came to expressing any type of emotion apart from being annoying and apparently funny.

I heard him laugh from the kitchen where he was using washing up liquid to clean his hands of grease. "Come on sis, it's only a little bit of fun. I thought you liked cleaning?" Tilting his head innocently to the side.

"Very funny." I scowled at him roughly as I put the crumbs into the bin. "You better leave everything in my room in its place, I don't want any of it changed around because I'll notice the littlest thing moved Sven." Warning him, I pushed him out of the way, washing my hands with the soap that I'd put by the sink and not the washing liquid.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say control freak." Though he still had a devilish smirk to his lips.

I squinted suspiciously at Sven, aggressively drying my hands. "On second thoughts, fatty, I think I'll lock my room."

"Hey, that's uncalled for!" Sven pouted and crossed his arms, time ticking away until I had to be at the airport but right now my brothers annoying behaviour was the only thing that I was concerned about.

"You called me a control freak!" I exclaimed and pushed his shoulder.

Sven smirked at his own nickname for me. "That's because you are, but that doesn't mean you can call me fat! I'm not even fat!" He stamped his foot childishly.

"Well you shouldn't eat so much junk then and maybe I wouldn't call you that." Shooting back, I crossed my arms and lent on my hip.

"Oh sorry miss "healthy living" geek, but I'd rather not starve myself like you do!" He shot back, giving my shoulder a little push.

I gasped at his push and pushed him back too. "At least I'm looking after my body, dickhead, what do you do? Sit on your ass, playing video games with your play dates and eating junk food!"