It's 7am on a Friday morning, and I've been awake for a few hours now. The sunlight is creeping cautiously under my curtains, peeping through the holes, disturbing my thought process. Which currently consists of bed without disturbing my twin brother. Peering over at the door for the 100th time, I see that he is still, to my dismay, curled by the the door. Fuck, some people are so stubborn. Sighing, I tip-toed over to my brothers lying figure to poke him.
"Good morning to you detective, you can get off duty now Jaime. I'm not gonna be sneaking marijuana from under the doorstep." I watch humourlessly as my brother, who is annoyingly the more attractive twin, stares up at me blankly.
"I have had precisely 4 hours of sleep because of you."
"You took it upon yourself to be a saint, not me. I chose to be a devil, a lot more fun if you ask me."
"That's the whole reason I'm here sis. Clearing up after your mess. Sure would be helpful if I had a dustpan and brush, it would save me a lot of effort."
"Once again, I don't require you to be here. I manage perfectly well by myself."
Before he could shoot a sarcastic response back at me, I pushed past him and opened the bedroom door, dashing to the bathroom before he could grab hold of my leg, the joker that he is, smoothly avoiding a lecture on how he couldn't trust me anymore. Boo-hoo Jaime, get a life.

Notes

I'm a first time writer, so I apologise for this being a bit crap! Please comment and tell me what you think!:')