My Next-door Idiot

The Disadvantages of Living Next-door to an Idiot

"YOUUUUUU!!!!!" I yelled, pointing at the evil creature sitting on my sofa.

"Hi,"

"Y-YOU'RE THAT GUY FROM TODAY!"

"Good job,"

"AND ... AND THAT'S MY LAST CAN OF SPRITE!!!"

"What a shame,"

"GAAHHHH!!" I paced the living room while I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and horror from the overwhelming thought. Luke was drinking my pop trying to hold his amusement while our parents were staring at me weirdly.

"Is there something we're missing?" my dad asked impatiently.

"Well, Mr Wright, Naomi here is just flustered over the fact that she was checking me -"

"YOU SHUT UP!" I stopped pacing and pointed at Luke again. We met eyes and I quickly looked away, still not used to his sudden change in attractiveness.

"That's enough! The Hemmings are finally back and all you're doing is giving us a headache!" Mum scolded.

"Don't say that to Naomi! I'm sure they're just arguing since they're just so shocked and happy to see each other after so long," Mrs Hemmings defended. I nodded my head excessively, making it seem convincing.

"Well now that we're all here, why don't we head over to your house and help you finish unpacking?" my dad offered.

"You guys are so sweet! We could use all the help we can get," Mrs Hemmings said. We all left the house, walked into Luke's and started working. After an hour, I was still helping Mrs Hemmings hang picture frames on the wall while Luke was putting things in the kitchen. "I feel bad. It's been six years since you've seen Luke and you haven't got the chance to catch up with him yet," Mrs Hemmings sighed. I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from laughing.

"No it's fine! You don't need to worry about me," I said casually.

"Don't say that, I'm sure you're dying to talk to him. Luke!" she called. Luke looked up from his Tupperware arranging.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you take Naomi up to your room and unpack together?" she suggested. Luke's eyes moved towards mine and stared at me with an unreadable expression. He used to always do that in primary school but it's so much more different now that he's magically gorge -

"Come on, Nerdmi," Luke apathetically said, heading out of the kitchen. I gaped at him as he walked up the stairs.

"IT'S NAOMI, YOU INSENSITIVE JERK!" I ran up after him and stormed into his room. By the time I burst through his door he was was already on his bed reading a magazine. "Everything's already packed here ..." I stated, observing around his room.

"Good job. Want a trophy?" Luke said disinterestedly, his eyes not leaving the magazine.

"Then why didn't you tell that to your mum?" I said, ignoring his sarcastic comment.

"So that way I don't have to help unpack downstairs," Luke replied.

"Wow, you really are a jerk. I'm gonna go back down and help," I started walking off. Luke swiftly sat up and grabbed my hand, yanking me back into the bed. "What the hell was that for?!" I snapped, sitting up and facing him.

"Stay here. If my mum sees you she'll get all sad that we aren't spending quality time together unpacking," Luke said.

"But we're not unpacking," I affirmed.

"But we're spending quality time together, aren't we?" Luke smiled. I rolled my eyes and crawled over to his window. "Did you miss staring at me 24/7 from your room?" Luke asked from behind me.

"I HAVE NEVER STARED AT YOU!" I turned around sharply to face him and noticed he was a little too close. Luke crinkled his nose from this and scooted back. "You're actually pretty lucky about the whole adjacent window thing. Do you know how many times you could've been late for school without me?" I said.

"Oh how lucky am I to have an annoying brat scream at the top of her lungs every morning?" Luke said sarcastically.

"Do you think I like screaming at the top of my lungs every morning? The things I do for an idiot like you," I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you even go through the effort of it then?" Luke asked.

"Because I'm a nice person unlike you," I started opening the window, "Well I'm kind of sick of you so I'm gonna head back. Since I can't go downstairs I'll just jump into my room from here,"

"Ahhh, the memories. Try not to fall into a painful death," Luke added.

"Thanks," I said as I jumped through his window and successfully grabbed on to the ledge of mine. With my free hand I took a bobby pin from my hair and twisted it around the keyhole. I heard a click and lifted the window up, victoriously jumping into my room. I wiped the non-existent dust off my hands and turned to Luke, with a smug grin.

It is freaking 2AM in the morning.

Why can't I sleep, you ask? Oh, maybe it's because of the idiot next-door blasting his music to a volume I didn't even know existed. "Come on, Naomi, sleep," I mumbled to myself, "Just ignore Luke and let your mind -"

WHAT'S MY AGE AGAAAIIIINNN?!

I yanked the covers off of me and got off my bed, opening the window. "IF YOU DON'T SHUT OFF YOUR STUPID MUSIC I'M GONNA MURDER SOMEBODY!" I threatened. Luke suddenly sat up from his bed, revealing himself through the window. He opened it which made the music even louder, making me flinch.

"HOW CAN YOU CALL THIS SONG STUPID?!" Luke yelled over the music.

"TURN IT OFF! WE HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW, REMEMBER?" I shouted back.

"I'M SORRY, WHAT?" Luke teased.

"I HATE YOU," I screamed before I slammed the window shut and crawled back to bed.

WHAT'S MY AGE AGAAAIIIINNN?!