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Kimberly sat in front of her Television, staring intently at the screen.

What really was Jasmine and that little Actress up to?

It just stressed her out to watch every electrical thing that had screens, broadcast news about them and chant those names in her ear, so much, it was getting annoying. 

She called up Jasmine immediately, even though there was still that tinge of discomfort being around her in literally any kind of way caused. 

The conversation they had the last time she had invited the Smiths over was not even close to the best, but she was dealing with Jasmine here, and over the years she had spent with her, Kimberly had learned to draw back and pretend everything was good because, Jasmine would just walk all over people, using them as tramps and not giving a thing about what those people thought. 

Either grab the opportunity to half-stand up to her while she still walked over with obstacles, or fall back and get stomped into the ground, smoothly.

It was a take or leave affair.

"Can you tone it down?!" She asked after Jasmine picked up the call on the nth ring. "I'm tired of hearing your name. Seriously, Sis."

Jasmine pursed her lips for a while. "Then why are you calling me if you're sick of it?"

"To tell you to stop, duh." She stood and started going up the stairs. "Why do you sound so busy? Where are you, Jasmine?"

"Work."

"Oh, you sound it… Wait. You're at Work by 2 in the Morning?! Jasmine!"

She pulled the phone from her ear for a little. "What? Shut the Hell up, you sound like my Mother."

"I am your Older Sister!"

"Yeah, like 35 minutes old. And you're still screaming." 

"It actually is 60 minutes-"

"Dear God,"

"-and I'll scream at you all I want… Geez, Jazz, you were an ugly stubborn baby." She laughed, causing Jasmine to pause signing.

Her eyes narrowed at no one in particular as she twirled the pen she had in hand, so fast, the movement would not have been noticed.

"What. Did you just call me?" 

Kimberly stiffened. 

Jasmine did hate that name. 

And the last time she was called that, some time afterward, she set her Collection on fire. 

How could Kimberly forget? 

"Jazz just rhymed with Geez," she said, shaking herself awake from the distracting thoughts, "and you don't call me by name often. Why?"

"A very bad way to switch topics." She scoffed, dropping the pen to lay back on her seat and stretch her cramped muscles. "And, your name is very boring to the ear, Kim-Berly." She added, causing Kimberly to smile. 

A little.

"At least you called it now, Jas-Mine," she heard her snort, "it's only now I realize Mum and Dad gave us two-syllabled names."

"Serious?"

"Serious."

"Ha! Blame me for calling you 'stupid'." She said. Kimberly gave out a laugh. 

A quick, loud laugh. 

"You always do. Directly or indirectly."

"I know." Jasmine's lip was pulled up by a little smirk. "But, do you even realize that's what I mean now?"

Kimberly's laugh slowly died down.

Just the perfect time.

When it seemed they were having a pretty normal conversation, she had to ruin the mood.

She shrugged inwardly. What had she been expecting? 

Jasmine was always a buzz-kill. 

Okay, it was obvious that within a set of Twins, there, usually, was the different two, different characters, but hers was way out of the league, a Margaret Thatcher in the making.

Spoiling her mood when things seemed to be getting normal.

As she drew the curtains open, she ran a tongue along her lips and said, "you always find a way to pull down the goodness of the mood, don't you, Jasmine?"

Jasmine blinked, straightening. "It's not like I care about the 'mood' anyway, you know."

"I do know," Kimberly nodded, feeling the bliss of having a normal talk with her own Sister, plummet, "it's become a tradition for you to make anyone close cringe. You think that's a Life? Well think again, Little Sis, because you won't stay in that high seat for long," Jasmine's eyes narrowed, "you're still going to get stomped. So bad. But, don't worry, I'll be by your side to remind you, I told you it, when the time comes. You just wait…"

"Kimberly," Jasmine cut her off, "Kimberly… Kimberly, listen to yourself." She paused her cold drawls. Her Twin swallowed, trying to strike up a high chin. "Listen to the Woman who would plot such evil against a Sister. But, you know what? I'm not even surprised. It doesn't surprise me you would want me to be… Below… Since I've been above you in. Every. Single. Thing. That has happened in your pathetic Life. And I probably should apologize for taking your Birth-Right, but c'mon!" A mirthless kind of laughter filled and echoed in the dark room. "Who am I kidding? You don't deserve it…"

"Jasmine, that 'is' enough."

"It is? It is, you want a tissue?"

"I'm fine," her hold on the curtains tightened, "thank you." She ended through gritted teeth. 

Jasmine scoffed. "You should be showing me gratitude," she got up, "you're so dumb to know why, I'll give you a tip." Kimberly's veins popped out in the anger she was trying so hard to suppress, then not trying so hard to not fail. "You are known. Just because of me. And you know why? Oh, yeah, you're too stupid to know." Kimberly smiled wryly now. 

She always wanted Jasmine to talk more, spill more of the things she thought, show some loud side of her, but now she was saying lots of very many things, they were not the ideal things. 

"It's because, you, my Lovely Sister," Jasmine continued, "are 'Jasmine. Reign's. Sister'. Ever thought of that? Well, I don't think so. Strengthen your ability to comprehend, if you don't know you have all you do, only because of your Title," as Jasmine Reign's Sister, "I don't know why you called me, but take that reason, whatsoever, to Hell."