My Next-door Idiot

Bonding Extraordinaire

Naomi's POV

"And just what do you think you're doing?!" I shouted, running down the stairs up to the fridge where Luke was poking his head into.

"Calm down, I'm hungry," Luke said calmly, taking out the leftovers from the Chinese restaurant our parents went to last night.

"Wait, I was just about to eat that!" I whined, stomping my foot. I've been craving Chinese all morning and I feel like my stomach's committing suicide from my hunger.

"Oh well that's too bad," Luke said, closing the fridge door. I glared at him and tried snatching the takeout box from his hands but he just smiled at me and lifted the box up out of my reach. I tried jumping up to grab it but he was just too tall.

"Fine, whatever. Eat it all, see if I care," I crossed my arms and looked away in defeat.

"That's a good girl," Luke smiled, walking away with the box. That jerk! He could have at least offered to share it with me. But I'm not going down without a fight.

"GIVE ME MY ORANGE CHICKEN!" I screamed, charging up to him and sprung up on to his back, tackling him to the ground.

"What the hell?!" I heard him say as I watched the takeout box slide across the kitchen. I started crawling at full speed towards it until I feel Luke yank my foot back, swinging me to the opposite direction.

I grabbed a hand-drying towel from a hook as Luke got to his feet and started running. I threw the towel far across the floor, where Luke successfully stepped on it and slipped into a plummeting crash on the ground. I laughed menacingly as I ran passed him and grabbed the takeout box. I opened the top and was welcomed with the stimulating smell. "MINE!" Luke (who was now magically on his feet and right next to me) yelled. He grabbed the bottom of the box and tried pulling it from me but I held a tight grip on the top flap. "Let go!" Luke demanded, pulling harder.

And just at that moment, as if The Lord was testing me right then and there, the takeout box broke in half and my beautiful noodles and chicken flew out a thousand different directions.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed in horror, falling to my knees.

"Great. Look what you did! Now not only do we have nothing to eat but now we have to clean -"

"Out," I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Luke stopped his nagging and looked at me. He was covered with random strands of noodles.

"GET OUT!" I yelled, shoving him through the living room and out the front door. I slammed the door in his face and plopped on the sofa, feeling very upset about my takeout splattered over the ground.

"Naomi! Naomi!" I heard Luke banging on the door and shouting. Yell all you want, you Chinese leftovers murderer.

I started cleaning up the food on the floor while holding back my misery until I heard the door open.

"Naomi! How could you do this to Luke?!" I heard my mum say. I grained and turned around to them.

"He destroyed my breakfast!" I whined.

"You are just as much a part of it as I am!" Luke defended. He still had noodles in his hair.

"But if you would have just given it to me, we wouldn't have this problem!"

"Why? I had it first!"

"But I was thinking about eating it first,"

"Nuh-uh, when did you think about it?"

"Last night,"

"Well I was thinking about it last afternoon,"

"Our parents didn't even come home until last night!"