Roles Reversed

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"Jay? I'm home!" I yelled as I stepped into my house. I lived here with my 25 year old brother, Jay. My parents passed away when I was 15 and he was 23. He was already out of college and had a good job, so I moved in with him. We got along really well for siblings, which I was grateful for.

"Up here!" he yelled back. I clambered up the stairs.

"What the...?" I trailed off when I saw the boxes. Then I saw her. I gasped.

"Angie?!" I screeched.

Let me back up really fast.

Angela Winters was my big brothers 8th-12th grade girlfriend. They were insperable, until college. She moved away. He stayed. It was so hard to see him like that those first two years. It was July 6th, their anniversary, when it was the worst. But on one particular July 6th, Angie decided they were meant to be. I remember it perfectly. It was about a week after my parents died, and she called me too see if it was ok to visit. We always got along so well, she was like a sister to me. I, being the naive 15 year old, told her it was ok to come.

On July 6th, at 12:47 in the afternoon, I saw my brother cry for the first time. He went to open the door thinking to was a neighbor with food or the postman with flowers. Instead, it was Angie. She just held him while he cried. She kept telling him how sorry she was, and she kept repeating "I'm here for good, baby, I love you" And she's been in town ever since. She finished college with my Jay and bought an apartment about 5 minutes from our house.

She ate at our house two or three times a week and I visited her after school on most days. Well, the days she wasn't working. She worked at a retail store down the road from us.

Jay sat me down about a month ago and said he was going to propose to Angie. He asked if I liked her, and when my response was "10 times more than you do," he didn't stop smiling the whole night. He said he was going to ask her to move in with us when he proposed to her.

Now she was standing in my house. With boxes. Everywhere. That means.....

I started squealing. They looked at each other, at me, then back at each other before they started jumping up and down and squealing with me.

"I said yes!" I hugged her tightly. I had tears in my eyes. I truly loved her like a sister, and now she was one.

"Wait!" I stopped jumping. It was 4:45. "Crap! Angie I need you, come on!" I grabbed her had and dashed down the hallway to my room.

My brother had used the money we got from selling our old house to buy this new one, it was five minutes from school and Angie's work. It had three bedrooms, two upstairs and one down, (mine was up, theirs was down) and I loved it to death. Our childhood art decorated the walls, giving it a very family friendly feel. It was perfect.

"What's wrong? We were all happy a second ago, now you're freaking out," her eyes widened. "Is it a boy? It's a boy. Who is he?" I groaned and flopped onto my bed.

"I don't know. It's one of Grace's double dating ideas." She knew all about Grace and Kiki. She nodded and marched to my closet.

After pulling out a few things she looked at me skeptically then pulled out some short jean and lace shorts Kiki got me as a gag gift last year. I'm not a shorts-wearing person. She smiled sneakily and tossed them my way.

"No. Freaking. Way." I growled.

"Yes. Put them on. Now." I sighed, obeying. I was actually really pretty, I had nice curves and wavy dark brown hair. I wiggled my way into those monstrosities. She threw a gray v-neck shirt at me too.

"I'll be right back, don't leave." I sat patiently on my bed as I awaited her return. I heard her yelling for Jay.

"Hey baby, where are my clothes boxes?" Uh oh.

Angie looks like a model. She was 5'9, and wore heels 24/7. All her clothes had to meet the "short and tight" requirement. Somehow she pulled it off without looking like a slut.

"In our room," I giggled when he said our, "next to the closet. Need something? I'll get it," he yelled back up the stairs.

"My red cardigan please," I heard her say. A minute later she waltzed her way back into my room, holding the red cardigan.

"Put this on too," she commanded. I did as I was told.

After I did my hair-curled-and makeup-mascara and eyeliner-we check the time. 5:16. Grace was usually pretty punctual, so I got my big leather satchel type purse and walked down the stairs.

Angie and Jay were in the kitchen.

"Hey Sash, can you come here a second?" Jay asked quietly.

Oh no. What was going on? She must've changed her mind, or-

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of Angie's laugh.

"You probably scared her, Jay. Sash, this is good news, don't worry. We were talking about the wedding," she paused and put her hand over his, "and I wondered if you'd be my maid of honor. We're thinking of keeping it small, family and close friends, and since I don't have any siblings, I'd love for you to be the one up there with me," she said to me.

"I love you both so much," I said. They smiled at me.

"So that's a yes?" Jay asked.

The doorbell rang. I walked to the front to open walk out, being careful not to let any bugs in. I held up one finger, delaying my answer, and stepped out.

Quoting the show How Do I Look? I looked back before I shut the door, "If you have to ask, you already know!"

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A/N

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