Sokeefe Oneshots

Try to Get Along While We're Gone?

               "Guys, please try to get along while we're gone," Tam scolded, I groaned, glancing over my shoulder into the back seat, "it's only three weeks, I've left you guys a list of things you need to do each,"

               "Yeah yeah, don't worry about us, we'll handle it just fine," the boy in the back seat said, leaning forward against the back of my seat, "enjoy your trip Tam, we're not yours and Linh's kids we can handle ourselves," he grinned, I hated when he was right but I couldn't really add much onto his thought so I just nodded and smiled up and the brown haired man, jack, who was bent over and peering at us through the car door.

            "Tam c'mon! We're already pushing it and I don't want to be late, let's go!" Linh, the fourth roommate, called, pulling her suitcase out of the trunk and headed towards the airport

            "One second!" Tam closed the door but stuck his head back into the window, "Keefe, Sophie, try not to kill each other," he pulled his head out of the window and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. 

            "We'll do our best!" I called back, sliding over into the driver's seat. I waved out the window and Keefe waved over my shoulder too. I put the car in gear and pulled out of the drop off lane.

            Keefe and I don't hate each other, per-say, but we butt heads often enough for Tam and Linh to get tired of us. Along with the loss of referee for our fights, we were losing the two people of the household who do all the chores and shopping. Not because we don't want to, well, partly because we don't want to, but they want to do the chores. So now it's like leaving two siblings' home alone together for nearly a month while the parents go home to visit their family in a foreign country. Even though the two leaving were actually the ones who were siblings. 

            "Buckle up," I told Keefe as he climbed from the back seat into the passenger one, not bothering to slow the car down.

            "You're going to kill me,"

            "You could have stayed in the back,"

            When we got back to the house, Keefe flopped across the couch, turning on the tv to a random action movie that was blowing up cars way too loudly. I sighed and walked over to the fridge, opening it and finding it almost empty. I let out a breath through my teeth and opened the bottom drawer, pulling out the last cheese stick and popping it in my mouth.

            An hour passed before he noticed.

            "Jesus there's no food in this house," he opened the fridge, " FOSTER! DID YOU EAT MY CHEESESTICKS!?"

            He crashed into my room,

            "ONLY ONE YOU PSYCHOPATH!" I shouted back.

            "The LAST one,"

            "Yeah, so?"

            He sighed, crumpled up the empty cheese stick package and threw it at me.

            A few days passed and we'd passed our takeout budget already, Keefe hadn't become a total couch potato without Tam yet and we hadn't gotten into any super bad arguments yet, it was going pretty well as we approached the end of the first week. Except for one thing...

            A tentative knock sounded at my door.

            "Foster? Can I come in?"

            "Yea? What's up?"

            Keefe peeked his head into the room, holding his chore list in his hand,