Before The Story's End

Two Halves of a Whole

Twins can be united, divided, or in our case both. My name is Kathy short for Kathleen, and my sister's name is Jackie short for Jacqueline, pronounced Jack-leen. We are 17 years old and polar opposites, but we feel that we are the exact same. I'm the pretty one while Jackie is the smart one. Our relationship is strange; as most twins do, we think in a very similar way we just act very differently. I'm always going on dates with cute boys and Jackie is always going on dates with long books. She can read for 14 hours straight and not budge. I like to read but I'm more of a short fan fiction type of girl. We both share a room on The second floor of our tall house right in the middle of the city of Baltimore, Maryland. When you walked into our room, you could see both of our beds; mine is on the left and Jackie's is on the right. The room was strange and different because we didn't want our sides of the room to look the same. We even went so far to paint a black line down the middle of the room. This was a mistake we made when we were 13 because now we hate it but our parents will not buy us new decor for the place. So we just have to live out our years in our 13-year-old fantasies. My side of the room is covered with posters of things I've drawn and painted over the years because I'm the artist of the family. Jackie, on the other hand, have pictures of famous authors of literature and famous people, for instants Albert Einstein, Jacqueline Kennedy, and Marilyn Monroe. We each had a desk on our side of the room; mine was covered in art supplies and little caricatures I drew of my friends and family to wear Jackie's desk was covered in books and her notebook which she filled with ideas for her historical fiction novels she like to write. My side was covered in this hideous lilac color but I absolutely hate now because it gives me a headache every time I look at it and Jackie side was this hideous pastel pink color that she hated as well. Each of us had a bedspread that matched the ugly color on the walls. To even it out I took Jackie's pink one and Jackie took my lilac one. We made a big fuss and got all of the decor such is the rugs in the furniture to match our side of the room. We were talking about it the other day and are highly thinking about just screwing it and taking our money to buy some robin egg blue paint and just painting everything one flat color. The only thing that was holding us off from doing so was that we would be off to college in a couple of years and none of this would matter.
It was about 2 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday, I was tossing and turning and finally decided to wake up. I set up quickly in a cold sweat from horrible dream that I had just had. I have been writing a fan fiction that involves some interesting things like love and murder. I don't know what it was that made me do this, but I had a dream that my life and my family were the characters of this morbid romance that I was writing. I love horror movies; that's pretty much all that me and my boyfriend watch when we hang out. Nothing screams a first date for me more than my boyfriend, the flat screen TV, some popcorn, and a horror movie. My favorite kind are horror flicks. You know the cheesy early 80s horror flicks. My favorite one is Friday the 13th from 1980; that one gets me good. Even though that movie is super cheesy and looks quite fake I still enjoy when Kevin Bacon's character gets an arrow to the throat. I woke up confused. I felt like I was in a different world when I rub the crust out of my eyes. I snatched my glasses from off the nightstand and looked over at Jackie who was absolutely asleep. She did this weird thing in the middle of the night; she puts her head at the foot board. She also like to sleep with her butt up in the air. She looks like an idiot when she sleeps. I put my glasses back on the night stand and pull the covers back over my head. I sleep on my stomach, which is probably the reason I have such terrible back problems. I created a little tent for myself by pulling the comforter over the pillow so that there was a gap that I could chill out in. I finally drifted back to sleep and hoped to not have any more bad dreams.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of Jackie singing the same stupid song that she would sing every morning while she got ready. She was always singing the song "Red Roses for a Blue Lady" by Wayne Newton. I have always hated that song, but I secretly love it. Don't tell Jackie. I like to make fun of that song because it pisses Jackie off. I rip the covers off of my head and slammed my glasses on my face.
"Jackie can you shut the hell up so I can go back to sleep. It's Sunday calm down we have nothing to do," I said in the most grumpiest voice ever.
"Well good morning to you too," Jackie snapped at me and her whispery voice.
Jackie like to talk in this fake whispery voice just like Jackie Kennedy did it drives me up the wall. She embodies her a little too much. She does it in a creepy way due to the fact that she has a replica pink suit in her closet. But I can't really say anything due to the fact that I am a cosplayer. That Harry Potter Gryffindor uniform is not going to waste. I look so bad ass in that thing, but I wish I could say the same for Jackie and her pink get up and matching pillbox hat, which was the outfit she was putting on this morning. She like to go outside with her friend Crystal and makes her take photos of her and weird poses. Jackie takes this whole, well, Jackie thing a little too far at times. She went so far as to order brown contacts make her eyes the "correct" color and she spent $100 on, what she calls, her perfect Jackie wig. Oh, you think it stops there, no it gets worse. One time she convinced one of her friends to put on a suit and spike his hair up to lay in the backseat of his convertible with blood all over him while she has her pink suit on. She has this photo framed and is sitting on her desk. The first time I saw it, I told her that re-creating one of the most depressing assassinations in history was not a pretty sight, but Jackie didn't care it. This crap made Jackie way too happy. At least I have a boyfriend. Boys are too scared to date Jackie because they don't know what they're getting into. I get this odd feeling that Jackie is going to grow up and have one of those fetishes. God bless Jackie.
"Going out with Crystal again I see." I proclaimed sarcastically while still have a sleep. "By the way, you look like a big pink crayon. Oh, no. You look like one of those big pink erasers!"
"Good! Maybe I can erase your mouth so you will shut up!"
Jackie did roast me on that one and I applaud her for that. We then look at each other in utmost discussed and then began to laugh. We enjoyed making fun of each other; it was just what we did. I think almost all twins do that. We feel that we are two halves of a whole.