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Senior Ditch Day

They were supposed to be in class still, but Izak and some of his friends had decided to ditch- which they could, because they were seniors. It was like they'd earned some sacred right to ditch their pretentious, ego-inflated professors. What did it matter, anyway? Gradation was just a few weeks away, and no one honestly was making them do anything any more. Plus? Izak had always been the moderately good kid (at least with school), and ditching was exciting. It felt like he was rolling the dice of fate.

"Yes, alright. This is what I'm talking about- Michigan Avenue, shopping....why are we shopping? Shouldn't we be like....taking over the Field Museum?" Not that shopping was entirely horrible. His father, Hadyn, had a weakness for it. Pretty much explained why he was the one Sarah went to with her womanly things- Hadyn was practically a woman at times. Izak liked to think he was more like Elisha, both of them chilling on the couch. Sometimes watching a bit of football, or baseball, or...something with a ball. Yeah- he was definitely more Elisha.

Turning around, Izak looked at the others he was with- and then he spotted the one that didn't belong. "What are you doing here?"

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"I have no issues getting girls to like me. Well...a girl. Marcy Simmons." The worlds geekiest girl ever. Don't get him wrong, there was nothingnwrongnwith geek power, especially in girls. But Marcy just brought it all to a new level with her retainer, head brace, Darth Vader vogue mask thing. Izak was pretty sure they'd outlawed those things in the 80s, but Marcy's parents were both dentist and as such she'd been does from birth. Top it off with the cat sweaters, and the big fizz hair....and well, you felt equally as bad for yourself as her when you were both regulated to the 'uncool' table for lunch.

Marcy had also had a crush on Izak since they'd been in middle school, back when Izak thought that maybe he was into girls. So at a party with their mutually uncool, pimple pocked friends they'd made out in the closet after being dared. Ever since, she'd been a moon-eyed puppy who followed him around religiously. For his part, he'd just tried to be nice to her because she seemed like the sort that would blow up the chem lab for revenge.

"I used to do Susan Carlton's homework, and she'd talk about how adorable I was." And Susan was definitely one of the hot girls. That totally counted for something.

"Marcy's a nice girl. She'll be cute when she escapes from the eternal braces and learns how to do something with her hair." Sarah's own dark hair had the carelessly cool wavy look that took her literally hours to accomplish in the morning, thanks to Elisha's genes.

As for Susan, she thought anyone who did her work for her was absolutely precious, but Sarah was nice enough not to point that out. Right now, at least. "David'd probably do more than wave at you if you wore jeans tight enough that he could see you actually have an ass."

Sarah probably hated that Izak had Hadyn's genes, and not Elisha's. Hadyn's hair, while at times it looked a bit...frantic, was usually what most would call 'lovely'. Izak had been in the clinic once, and overheard at least half the little girls in the room telling his dad just how pretty his hair was. So it stood to reason that Izak would have pretty hair.

Except he cut it all off. Because long hair only worked on the select few men in the world. David, for one. And, as much as he hated to say it, Hadyn Novak.

"Nice hair isn't going to make her, you know...." At least to him. Especially to him. "And...tight jeans are so uncomfortable." There was a lot of adjusting to do, and god help you if you popped a boner.

"I know, I grew up in the same house as you," Sarah said, flicking her hair back and then looking pointedly down at the spike heels on her feet. "Sometimes you have to suffer to look good. You don't think I wear these for my health, do you?"

Aunt Zoe had bought them for her, because Talulla wouldn't be caught in a four point five inch heel.

"Does Tyler actually let you dress him up?" Izak asked, sighing a little bit before something occurred to him. "....Where is Tyler anyway? Did you leave him at school? Because if so...that's kinda lame." But not so unlike the twins. Despite what everyone else in the world seemed to think, twins were not always best friends, and absolutely did not always get along. Tyler, at least, would physically bristle whenever someone would ask endless rounds of 'so you a twin, can you...' questions.

Izak was pretty pretty sure that at this point in their lives, Tyler was disinclined to acknowledge relation between any of them. He certainly had moody teenager down pat in that way.

Not to say his brother didn't love them all, because he did. He just tended to hate what he referred to as 'disingenuous curiosity and stupidity.'

Sarah snorted. "Please, Zak. Tyler suffers my presence when he has to. What makes you think he wants to hang out with his twin sister if he doesn't have to? Trigonometry is twice as exciting." It didn't really bother her much. Tyler was just...Tyler. They might love each other, but they'd stopped particularly liking each other half way through middle school.

She'd heard Aunt Debbie tell Dad that she and their grandmother had been the same way in high school, but she didn't see it changing anytime soon. Tyler was already making plans for college, and Sarah was making plans to go somewhere apart from him.

"I don't think he's going to be pissed that I ditched him, unless he's straight up in the mood to be pissed, which is pretty much always possible."

"Funny, that never stops you." Though it might have been a girl thing. At least they all had their own rooms, and such. Own bathrooms. Izak got the basement, because he was the oldest and the most demanding. Sarah got the old master bedroom, and Tyler had the room across the hall.

Their parents, though? They got the top floor all to themselves, which Izak suspected Hadyn was both relieved about, and worried about. Nothing, after all, could give Dr. Novak a headache faster than when he came into the house to three children screaming at each other and the kitchen having exploded.

"Dude, he's just going through a phase. We all have them. He's still your twin and loves you dearly. He just wants to love you from afar." Or something. Tyler was a bit of a strange one.

"Nothing stops me, you know that," Sarah said with a grin. Except Tyler's patented why-are-you-speaking look. She was pretty sure he'd picked that up from Hadyn, no matter who's genes he had.

Still, Izak's attempts to reassure her - or whatever - just had her rolling her eyes. "Dude, I'm not crying into my pillow at night. He's been a pain in the ass since birth. He'll probably be a pain in the ass until death. We'll go to college 3000 miles apart, probably, and the world will be better for it." She waved a hand vaguely. "Don't tell Papa that. I think he's worried that we're growing up to hate each other. It's not that, we just don't have shit in common."

"Siblings should get along, and love each other, and not make coming home like WWIII." Izak said with a sigh, before he turned Sarah about. "But whatever, no one ever listens to me anyway."

They were both going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Though, at least he didn't have to live on the same floor as them anymore. That was nice. Even better that it wasn't the same room.

"Yeah, because you'd get along so well with either one us if we were also in most of your classes and flirting with your friends." Though Tyler didn't flirt with Sarah's friends, in part because Sarah didn't have that many. Not that were just friends instead of guys she'd dated, was dating, or was thinking of dating.

"Anyway, it's like the therapist says. We're just normal fifteen year old siblings. There's bound to be 'friction' as we 'navigate' our teenage years." It wasn't, she thought, that Dr. O'Neill was full of shit. She was the only one Sarah talked to about...some things. But there wasn't any way to talk about her and Tyler without it sounding like pop psychology. "Besides, we don't fight anymore. It stopped being fun for him when I stopped letting him bait me. You should try it sometime. It makes him awesomely frustrated."

"Tyler's on the soccer team, I'm pretty sure he'd just kick my ass if I tried to piss him off." Izak said with a sigh. But that wasn't really the point, or Tyler's moodiness wasn't. Something like that.

"Whatever, look. I will hence forth not be pissy with you ruining my senior ditch day, however....if you can get David Oliver to, I don't know....go out on a date with me." There, that seemed reasonable. Right? Right. Sure. Totally doable.

"Probably straight into the lake," Sarah agreed. She could say more - make a crack about screaming like a girl - but there didn't seem to be much point in it, especially since it meant airing their really minor family drama in front of a quarter of the senior class.

Instead, there was David, who kept glancing this way, even if Izak was totally oblivious. "I can do that," she said. "But you've got to do what I say."

"This isn't going to involve waxing anything is it? Because that just sounds painful." He said with a bit of a dramatic sigh. But at least they weren't on the verge of outing their family drama everywhere.

"Come on, let's get this over with." Because otherwise he was going to back out of this little agreement. "Go make me a pretty boy, or something."

"I can't work miracles, you know," Sarah said before she straightened up and linked her harm with Izak's.

"But Neiman Marcus can, luckily. Mentally prepare yourself, Zak." She glanced over her shoulder at David Oliver, giving him a considering look. He had better, she thought, be worth the effort.

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