Dyke

Ever since childhood, there'd been a real feud between you and Dyke, your mom's friend's son. He managed to drive you crazy, sometimes even resulting in minor fights. Your relationship didn't improve over the years—you continued to tease each other, exchange barbs, pull pranks, and even lock each other in the bathroom. Now your families had gone on vacation, leaving you alone, and Dyke had been tasked with being the eldest and keeping an eye on you—he was only a month older, after all. You tried to ignore him, but he never missed an opportunity to tease you. Just as you were about to throw an apple at him, he raised his hands in a truce and said with a smile, "Now, now, why throw food? Don't play with it, little brat, and especially don't throw it at me. It'll be bad."