wickerpark | 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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"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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