Story ideas that you won't steal

Hold up, hot shot

I shuffled through my apartment, cradling a phone between my ear and my shoulder.

My brother followed, still in his over sized sweatshirt and sweat pants. His brown hair was messy and falls over his bright blue eyes.

"Huh. Yes. Will do." I said gathering ingredients from the kitchen.

My brother tapped me on my should and grunted as if to say, I'm a grown adult, I'm hungry and apparently can't fix myself breakfast.

I held up my hand to shut him up.

Even with my back to him, I could feel him roll his eyes and think, She has a life? What could be more important than her hungry brother that's fully capable to get his own breakfast?

I turned around and glared him. He shrugged innocently and leaned against the counter, and ran his finger through his hair.

I turned back around and turned the stove on.  I checked my reflection in the mirror to insure that my hair wasn't an afro.

My brown hair was erratic and untamed, almost covering up my brown eyes. I was plain, but my temper was something else. I sighed and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.

My brother coughed not very discreetly. I stood up and shot I'm a killing look. He held up his hands in a attempt to calm me down.

I made a face at him and grabbed a pan to cook the eggs in.

My brother tried to be helpful and tried to crack the eggs. He just ended crushing them.

"Ok, goodbye Mr. Mornings" I said and hung up.

"What the hell?" I hissed at Alex.

"What? I was hungry!" He said. I rolled my eyes and continued to cook breakfast.

Ok that was really random and pointless but what ever, I had fun writing this so Ha! Dedicated to TheAmbiguousOne because The One is funny and cool and awesome and I could go on and on but I already talked long enough so... good bye peeps!