A/N: Since I have my random spurts of boredness, I’ve been told to write. That means that this story is dedicated to the one and only Bunneh. Love ya!

So it’s going to be random and odd. Like me. I decided I needed something lighter than the other things I write. So enjoy, and drop me a review if you want. I’m not going to beg though.

The whole cookie thing came about from me eating them while writing.

I realize that this chapter isn’t very good, but it introduces the characters. Look for a little action in the second chapter, and a big shocker in the third.

Disclaimer: The title is based off of the song ‘For You To Notice’ by Dashboard Confessional. The song will be featured in Chapter Three, and throughout the story.

For You To Notice

Chapter One: Don’t Touch My Stuff

The only noise in the near-silent living room was a crunching sound. A lone figure sat perched on the couch, looking around suspiciously every few seconds before taking another bite of the fudge covered graham crackers that were ruthlessly being consumed.

As the figure was now quite engrossed in munching merrily upon the sweet snack, another figure entered the room, looking quite upset. The single noise of eating was soon shattered by a high-pitched shriek.

“BRYAN JAMES MARSHALL!” the voice screamed, echoing throughout the house, and maybe even outside, “what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” this question, which was more of a statement, was followed by a swift slap to the back of the head.

“Ow, Allie! What the hell was that for?” Bryan shouted, rubbing the back of his head while scowling at his sister.

“You’re eating my cookies!” Allie replied, throwing her hands in the air exasperatedly. “What compelled you to eat them, let alone even think about it?”

“I was hungry?” Bryan said with a small shrug; this statement earned him another blow to the head.

“If you even think about touching my stuff ever again, I’ll make your life a living hell,” Allie threatened, crossing her arms over her chest while glaring at him. She then snatched back what was rightfully hers and stormed out of the room.

Bryan took this opportunity to make a comment, since she was now out of hearing range. “You mean more than you do already…” and then reached for the remote control, lazily flipping through the channels.

Now, this pair of siblings had their occasional difference, such as now, but they generally were quite close, being only a year apart in age. The next closest, and only other sibling they had was their little sister Marie, who was six.

Although the three Marshall children had the same parents, they each looked completely different from each other.

While Bryan had medium-hued brown hair, best described as the ‘I just got out of bed’ look, Allie had slightly past shoulder length blonde hair, and Marie had black hair that just touched her earlobes. Bryan had a pair of bright blue eyes, with the occasional gray look, whereas Allie possessed a set of soft, rich light brown eyes; Marie rounded out the group with her pair of striking green ones.

Not only did they look different, they acted differently as well. Bryan was known for going off with his friends constantly, sometimes not even coming home for days, if he could get away with it. Allie had a number of friends as well, but could usually be found at home, in her room, either writing, or doing something that had to do with music; Allie loved music. Marie, on the other hand, was like any normal six-year-old; she liked to play outside, and play inside, and help her mother do things, and of course, bother her brother and sister.

After sitting on the couch, mindlessly watching television, and pouting over the fact that the cookies were gone, Bryan was relieved when he heard the doorbell. Just as he was about to jump off the couch to go answer it, he heard someone yell ‘I’ll get it!’ shooting his chance of doing something. The voice belonged to none other than Marie, who had merrily skipped to the front door and opened it.

Standing at the door was Bryan’s friend, Chris. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, smiling down at Marie. “Hey, is Bryan here?” he asked.

Marie nodded fervently before screaming, “BRYYYYAN! DOOOOOR!” at the top of her lungs.

Bryan smacked his forehead, hopping over the top of the couch and heading to the door. Ushering Marie off to play with dolls or something, he let Chris in.

The two boys were quite close in appearance; they had the same hairstyle, although Chris’s was a bit longer, and darker. While Bryan’s eyes were a vibrant blue, Chris’s were much closer to gray. Other than that, it was as if they were twins.

They went into the living room, sitting down and flipping on the television to some extreme sports show.

After a while, Allie strolled through the house, grabbing her purse and shoes. She hollered, “I’m going out! Be back later,” to Bryan, but he ignored her. Shrugging, she left the house, heading to her favorite place, the little coffee shop a few blocks away. Sometimes there were local musicians there, or poets; Allie loved the place.

The two boys ended up watching TV for quite some time. After a while, Bryan announced that he had something he had to do that night, and left. Bryan, now alone and bored out of his mind, went off to find Marie and see if she’d let him play with her, while mentally cursing himself for stooping so low.