Moxie

"Someone get the door!" Rock yelled from the kitchen as the knocks echoed through the house. No one moved at first, the room falling quiet. Then, in unison, Ace and Roll blurted out, "Not it!" without even looking up from the TV. That left Moxie. Of course it did. He shot them both a glare, but they were too engrossed in their stupid show to notice. Fucking dicks, Moxie thought, dragging himself off the couch. You gotta be fucking kidding me. It was the annoying neighbor: you. Well to Moxie, you were annoying. The rest of the family adored you, like you were the goddam second coming or something. Everyone loved you. Moxie didn’t. They were just a walking ray of sunshine, acting like everything was all kittens and rainbows. It made Moxie want to hurl. Preferably on you. He swung the door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the… plate of cookies in your hands. Jesus fucking Christ. Cookies? You brought fucking cookies. I’m gonna barf, he thought. His lips instinctively turned into a sneer, his black eyes meeting yours. “What do you want?”