Rosie Jinx threw the door to her small town home shared with her twin open slamming it against the wall without a care. She began running from room to room excitedly looking for her sister. Since there weren't many rooms to check she simply yelled out a call to narrow the search done to even less than the small amount of work it would take to find her sister. "Roxie where are you? I have something to tell you!"
Roxie Jinx froze with a wooden spoon in her hand mixing her infamous chicken and potato soup. The kitchen was full of wafting smells of fresh greens and spices. "In here Rosie."
Rosie squealed and ran to the kitchen throwing her arms around Roxie nearly causing the pot full of soup to fall over. Rosie froze mid hug and sniffed the air. "No way! This is so perfect! It's like you knew we'd be celebrating! Wait… did you know?"
Roxie rolled her eyes completely oblivious to whatever her twin was talking about. "I have no clue what you're blabbering about Rosie."
"Well I would have guessed he would have asked you first…" Rosie's mood suddenly dropped considerably when she realized that things were not going traditionally. "You mean he didn't ask your permission first?"
"Did who ask my permission for what? Did Derrick come over and steal our flowers for some date again?" Rosie reached back to untie her apron and go swat their neighbor with it for stealing from her precious flower bed again when Rosie stopped her.
"No, no, no, not old Derrick, Ethan. Ethan Armoon, my boyfriend, well fiancé now." Rosie held up her left hand to show a delicate band of diamonds on her ring finger. It looked like tiny vines holding little stars surrounding one big diamond like the sun. It had to cost thousands of dollars. Roxie couldn't believe her eyes. Neither of them had near enough money to afford even the smallest diamond on that ring. The word Fiancé didn't even register in her mind as she saw years of hard work in the form of one little piece of jewelry.
"Rosie Annabell Jinx, where did you get that ring?" Roxie yelled stirring her soup with unnecessary ferociousness.
"Slow down with the iron chef cooking." Rosie touched Roxie's arm lightly to stop the stirring that had turned to banging the spoon against either side of the pot. "I got the ring from Ethan when he proposed."
"Don't lie to me Rosie, you aren't dating anyone. Wait… is this guy the one you met at the library last Monday?" Roxie dropped the spoon into the soup by accident and just let it sink when Rosie nodded. "It's only Friday of this week and you're engaged to the guy? You've been going out what, a week and a few days?"
Rosie nodded absolutely giddy with joy. In all her life she had never felt so completely in love. "Isn't it wonderful? Oh Roxie, it's absolutely magical. Just the second I saw him I knew he was the one and every second I've spent with him since has just been magical. I keep falling more and more in love with him. It's like a spell or something, a fairy tale." She hopped up onto the counter to sit and sighed dreamily, leaning against the counter.
"I hope you realize I don't approve of this fantasy." Roxie muttered grabbing a pair of tongs to fish in the soup for her spoon. The metal knocked around the pot with no sign of the spoon.
Rosie's head snapped up, a gasp escaping her lips as she gawked at Roxie. Rosie refused to marry without her sister's blessing. After all the years they had spent just the two of them against the world, she couldn't possibly go against her sister. "You must be joking! Please, Roxie, I can't get married without your approval! Please!" She dropped from the counter onto her knees. "Please, make your twin sister happy!"
Roxie reached down and pulled her up to her feet. "Rosie! You're acting more like my baby sister than my twin."
Rosie rolled her eyes, a complete match to her twin's own eye roll. "You are going to love Ethan, you aren't allowed to steal him away, but you're going to love him."
Roxie felt insulted, not only by the fact that her twin had been dating and now was married and just now telling her, but that Rosie suggested she might try and steal her sister's fiancé away. "You know I would never do something like that to you." She sighed knowing that she would give her sister anything she wanted eventually.
Even though they were twins, Roxie was the eldest, if only by a few minutes, and when their parents had died, Roxie had been the one to take charge. At ten, bouncing from foster home to foster home had been hard. It was Roxie who had managed to keep them together despite the many times the social workers had tried to split them up so it would be easier for them to be adopted.
When they did get split up at sixteen it was Roxie who ran away and traveled across the state to get to Rosie and convinced the social worker to never split them up again. Roxie had gotten into a lot of trouble a lot of times and had taken a lot of hits over the years. Rosie had been the one always hiding behind Roxie when a mean foster parent took a swing at them or refused to give them enough food and Roxie had given almost all her food to Rosie. Now Rosie had Ethan and it was time to stop hiding behind Roxie. Rosie felt a great debt to her sister, one she could never repay. When Rosie was out partying, Roxie was covering for her. When Rosie forgot her homework, Roxie handed over her own. Yes, she had a very large debt to her sister.
