Prologue.
(15 years ago)
"We can see his head Mrs. Roberts. Just keep pushing. Your delivery is going great!" the nurse said sweetly as she stood by Mrs. Roberts.
"Theres the first one!", Dr. Killdred shouted. "Just one more."
Two minutes and lots of pushing and pain later there were nurses rushing around the room and examining the two newborn twins. Jordan Charity Roberts and Jackson Chord Roberts.
"Ma'am would you like to hold your babies?", the nurse asked sweetly.
Mrs. Roberts looked up at the young nurse, "Of course.", she gleamed.
She sat there for what felt like forever holding her newborn son and daughter. She adored them and promised them that she would never let anything hurt them.
A nurse came in and said that she would need to take them one at a time to clean them up. "Which one would like to go first?", the nurse asked.
"Ladies first." Mrs. Roberts handed Jordan over to the nurse and watched them disappear behind the door that led to the nurses station.
She looked down at Jackson with pride. "Your mine baby boy. Forever and always."
#
(14 and a half years ago)
The Roberts estate was quiet as usual. The two small infants, Jackson and Jordan, were both taking naps in there rooms, so the only thing to be heard was the everyday arguing of Jeff and Jacquline (<- Jacklynn) Roberts.
"Your so selfish, you know that?" Jeff screeched as he stood in the doorway which led from Mr. and Mrs. Roberts master badroom to their master bathroom.
Jacquline didn't respond,but instead grabbed her suitcase from under their California King sized bed and started shoving things in it.
"Is that is Jacquline? Your just gonna walk out on two babies that need you?" Jeff yelled as Mrs. Roberts packed her suitcase.
She turned to look at him with hell in her eyes, "I'll send em a postcard."
#
(Present Day)
"So who do you want to ask you to prom?", Ali asked as she applied a new coat of Viva Pink toe nail polish.
Jordan was layed out on her bed looking online for dresses for the upcoming prom. She was doing well at acting as if she didn't care about whether or not she was asked, but deep inside she was going crazy with anticipation and worry.
'Um, I think Devin was gonna ask me today, but of course my twin just had to pop up.", Jordan sighed. "I wish he wouldn't scare away all my little men friends." She pouted.
Jordan looked down at Ali who was giving her a half-hearted smile.
"He only does it because he loves his twin, J. Rob!" She sang.
"I don't give a f!"
Jordan threw the closest thing she could find at her. A hairbrush. It hit her then fell to the floor with a thud.
"Ow! What the heck, Jordan? Unless you want pink fingernail polish all over your perfectly clean rug, I wouldn't be throwing things." She rubbed her side where the brush had hit her.
"Mess up my rug, I'll mess up your face." Jordan narrowed her eyes at her, then both girls busted out in a fit of laughter.
"Ms. Roberts.. you're..you're. You're dinner is ready." Viv's voice rang through the small speaker that set on Jordan's bed side table.
She pushed the tiny red button that was in the lower right hand corner of the small speaker, "We'll be down in 5!", she replied back.
"OK. I mean yea. I mean Yes. Yes ma'am." I could could just see Viviene standing at the small wall-mounted intercom downstairs in the kitchen. -Well I actually could see Viv, because I see everything. I know everything and this is MY story.
