This is my first edit of this story. The changes were minor, I mainly added in a little more to see more of the characters. I always feel like the more I edit things, the more I lose things so I try to keep it in a minimum. Sometimes it works out well, sometimes it needs more. But however it goes, I hope you all enjoy :)


Rosemary: Part I

"What did you say? Your what what?"

"Boyfriend," her face was beaming, a huge smile plastered on her adorable face.

"Hold up, a what? A boyfriend? What's that suppose to be?" She turned from what she was doing and gave me the look that said Really now, you're funny. "I didn't even know you were dating and you want to bring home a boyfriend?"

"Introduce, not bring home. I just wanted to make sure he was good before I introduced you. But I promise you, he is my first relationship!"

"As long as that's the only first he's giving you," I said under my breath.

She looked at me and feigned confusion, "Huh? What did you say?"

"Huh? Oh, I said 'I guess it's a good thing that you're even thinking of introducing him to me and not eloping out of the blue so how about I meet him this Saturday?'" She was smiling with glee, her eyes sparkling. "Unless he's busy that day. But if he's not willing to take time off to meet your dear, sweet, older brother that you care so much about, then I don't like him already."

"No, he'll definitely meet you! Now stop that premature judging, I promise you'll like him!" she put her arms around my shoulders and squeezed.

I sighed, "Anyways, I thought that if I guy said he liked you, you'd have him meet me first before he starts going out with you." I gave her a sad pout that came with a hmp.

"Aha, not this time!" she playfully slapped me on the back. "Those were your rules, not mine! Anyways, weird rumors about you spread after you talked to that one guy last year. This time, I wanted to try to see for myself if I liked him too!" oh, and how she was smiling when she said that.

"Slow down you little rebel of a delinquent! Hey!" I yelled as she used her chin to burrow into my skull as she laughed. "If that guy was decent, weird rumors would not have started," I made my point, rubbing my head and she murmured in agreement. "How old are you again?" I asked as I ruffled her hair.

"My dear brother, how can you forget? I'm 17!" she gasped in mock horror.

I laughed, "Already? That makes me 22 then, it's a good age."

My sister cocked her head so she can face me, "Actually, you're 23."

"Oh yeah? Since when?"

"Um, since the birthday when you worked overnight and stayed up the whole day working on homework. That would be almost exactly two months ago."

"You know, this is partly your fault."

"Why?" she acted surprised at my accusation.

"The faster you grow up, the faster I grow old," I replied with a smile. "Now get off me, this is due before noon tomorrow."

"Fine, good luck. 'Night." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before saying, "You'll never grow old in my eyes."

"Uh-huh yeah, good night, sweet dreams baby girl," I called said and she shut her door.

I glanced up at the calendar hanging on the wall above my desk lamp and wondered how I let the time pass by so quickly. I chuckled as I saw my birth date circled, the words "RENT" crossed out with my sister's writing replacing it: The day mom and dad gave me a 5 1/2 years early birthday present! :P


Our mother passed away when I was 17- same age as Gabrielle, Gabe- and Gabe was 12. I remember our mother the most as someone that was so perceptive about everything that's going on around her. She always knew when there was something wrong, when we needed to be left alone, when we needed to talk, when to call us out on our little lies. She was nothing short of being the perfect mother. If only I were just a little bit more like her. I could have made things better. I don't know how but I would have.

When I learned that she was sick and has been sick for a while, I wasn't quite sure what to do. While she was sick, she knew she wasn't going to live for very long and made sure we, especially Gabe, understood that. We weren't rich, I wasn't even of legal age, much less an adult. What the hell am I suppose to do? Despite my worries, I was comforted as she never forgot to let us know she loved us everyday and day by day; I watched her waste away. Three month later, she passed away.

Father passed away from an accident when I was 4 and Gabe was born 7 months after. Unfortunately, she never met him, yet she resembles him much more that I do, I think, both features and personality. She has the same loud laugh I fondly remember. The same dark, slightly curly hair. The same look in their eye when angry. The same teasing personality. The same naivety. Although I remember little about him, I remember these every time I see Gabe.


After I finished high school, I opted to take full responsibility of my sister. I simply couldn't leave my sister with relatives we barely know. Relatives that give us a look of pity everytime they see us. Relatives that were constantly tiptoeing around us. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for them letting us in. But it wasn't the place for us. I knew it, they knew it.

We're currently living in a small apartment near my college. Unfortunately, since I'm getting my money from my scholarship I had to choose a place near my school rather than hers. After two and a half months of chaperoned bus trips, she finally shook me off and took the bus herself.

I've been working part time at the neighborhood grocery store, where every other college student seems to work, and currently awaiting a letter concerning my acceptance into an internship.

But that's that. As of right now, we're fine. Our life isn't glamorous, but it isn't bad either. As long as we have each other, we're good. We take care of each other and that's all we can really ask for.

Some might say that I can be a little overprotective, that I might have a sister-complex, but I'm fine with those labels. As long as I'm able to keep my sister safe, as long as we're able to stay together as a family, as long as she doesn't have to experience great pain, I'm okay. Everything I do is for her.


Please let me know how this went! The next three parts of the story is much shorter than this. Should I separate their family history?

Review please! I'm not a big story writer so I need all the help I can get :D