It's Not All About Tennis
17. Front
"Hey, brat, what do you want-" Haruhi Niou stopped talking as she flung the door of her little brother's bedroom door open. Masaharu was sitting on the floor with his holding his phone and a large grin across his face as he jammed at the buttons on his remote controller.
He glanced at her, "What do you want?"
She blinked twice before asking, "Since when are you such a happy person?"
"What are you talking about? I've always been a happy person," Masaharu responded. Then he added, talking to the person on the phone instead of her, "My sister is such a weirdo. I'd rather live with Dai and Tai."
"I'm not weird," Haruhi objected. "You just weren't a very happy kid, 'Haru."
"Whatever," he answered with a roll of his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Oh um…Mom wants to know what you want for dinner. We're talking about ordering out."
"Ooh food," Masaharu cheered. He shifted the phone before adding, "Hey, Bunta, I'll call you back later okay? I'm going to go fight with everyone over how much we should order pizza."
"We are not ordering pizza again, Masaharu!"