Chicken Soup!

Texas was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she chopped vegetables for the chicken noodle soup. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this for Roxxie. After all the pranks, insults, battles and threats they had exchanged over the years, it seemed almost surreal to be taking care of her now. Besides, seeing Roxxie weak and ****, even if she was putting up a tough front, was strangely…satisfying.

But Texas had always been a sucker for a good cause, and she couldn't deny that Roxxie needed her help. The kangaroo criminal was sick, and the sheriff weasel knew that a warm bowl of soup would do her a world of good. Besides, how was she a better person if she just left Roxxie to be sick? She wouldn't do that to anyone, not even to her rivals and enemies.

As she stirred the soup, Texas thought back to their rivalry. It had started when they were just kids, and had escalated over the years until they were constantly at each other's throats. Roxxie was just jealous that Texas had a perfect life with a loving mother while she had parents and a sister who treated her like crap. While Texas' mother saw some good in her, the roo still became a criminal, especially since the old sheriff left Gold Springs. This led these two against each other. But despite their differences, Texas had always secretly admired Roxxie's strength and independence... And as much as she hated to admit it, the weasel was jealous that Roxxie had a much bigger ass than her.

Outside the kitchen door, Roxxie lay propped against her pillows, her eyes half-closed, listening to the sounds of Texas's activity. A faint smile played on her lips. She had never imagined a day where her fierce rival would be making her chicken noodle soup. It was a strange feeling, this unexpected kindness. And yet, there was something comforting about it, something that made her feel...safe.

"Can't believe she's making me some chicken soup," Roxxie thought, her voice a raspy whisper as she lay propped against the pillows. A flicker of amusement crossed her eyes as she listened to the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the pot. This was a new development, and somehow, strangely comforting.

The constant battles had taken their toll on both of them, leaving them weary and jaded. But now, with Roxxie laid low, Texas found herself unable to turn away. She had always been a woman of honor, and even a rival deserved a helping hand when they were down.

"Maybe… maybe this is a chance to bury the hatchet," Texas mumbled to herself, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

As she brought the steaming bowl of soup to Roxxie's bedside, a strange feeling settled over her. It was a mix of apprehension and anticipation, tinged with a hint of...curiosity. Maybe this unexpected act of kindness would be the start of a new chapter in their volatile relationship, a chapter where they could finally leave their shared past behind.

Roxxie, her eyes meeting Texas's, let out a small, surprised laugh. "You actually made this for me?"

Texas shrugged, her face betraying a touch of vulnerability. "Couldn't let you starve, even if you are a criminal."

"Well, I appreciate the sentiment, even if it doesn't come from the best of motives," Roxxie replied, taking a tentative sip of the broth.

"Meh, no problem" The sheriff weasel replies with a smile.

"So, um...?" Roxxie tried to say something but couldn't find the right words.

"Y-Yeah?" Texas asked, trying to hide her blush on her face.

So! Looks like these two rivals are trying to talk to pass the time. What are they gonna talk about since April isn't here yet?