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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=d2005a] Elliott “You’re A Bad Influence” Nichols[/color] & [color=00d278]Ivy “I Know” Nichols[/color][/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Elliott had figured out, many years ago, that his sister was just a habitually late person, and that nothing he could do would ever change that. While he’d been waiting by the door, ready to leave, for fifteen minutes, Ivy was just now applying the finishing touches on her makeup. Discovery however, did not mean acceptance, and so Elliott still made a fuss about it, every morning. [color=d2005a][b]“Ivy! Do you even know what punctuality is!”[/b][/color] Elliott shouted up the stairs, his words dripping with annoyance.

Ivy, unfazed by her brother’s mood, skipped out of her room, and headed down the stairs, two at a time, to land in front of her brother, a grin on her face. She ruffled Elliott’s hair before heading out the door, gesturing for her brother to follow. [color=00d278][b]“Ellie, when will you learn, that’s what you’re for,”[/b][/color] she said. Elliott scowled, a cloudy day to his sister’s rays of sunshine, before getting into the drivers side of his car. Elliott drove them most places, ever since their dads had confiscated Ivy’s car, punishment for sneaking out one too many times. 

[color=00d278][b]“Guess what Dad told me,”[/b][/color] Ivy said, her eyes never leaving the phone in her hands. Maybe it was better she didn’t get to drive. Elliott looked over at Ivy as the car halted in front of a red light. 

[color=d2005a][b] “He’s sending you to boarding school? Oh! He’s sending [i]me[/i] to boarding school?![/b][/color] he said with faux excitement, his sarcasm as unwavering as ever.

Ivy rolled her eyes and shook her head, smirking at her brothers joke. As different as they were, they’d been granted similar senses of humor, that was obvious. [color=00d278][b]“Better! Noah got straight smashed last night at the Helmsleys! Like, passed out at the Callaghans smashed!”[/b][/color] Ivy exclaimed, laughing her devilish, infectious laugh.

Elliott shook his head. [color=d2005a][b]“You are an awful influence,”[/b][/color] he said, accelerating the car towards BHHS as the light changed from red to green. 

Ivy grinned. [color=00d278][b]“I know. But now, we can take him to parties, get him drunk with us at family barbecues, the whole shebang!”[/b][/color] Ivy said, relishing in her new position as the Bad Cousin.

Elliott, ever the paragon of virtue, scowled at his sister. [color=d2005a][b]“Just because you’re trashy, doesn’t mean you need to make our cousin trashy too,”[/b][/color] Elliott said. [color=d2005a][b]“What’s all this we business? You speak French now?”[/b][/color]

Ivy looked over at him, bewilderment etched across her face. [color=00d278][b]“I’m sorry, did you just fucking quote Drake? I- whatever, you can’t stop me. The corruption has begun baby brother, Noah is mine!”[/b][/color] Ivy said, laughing like a madwoman as her brother shouted in exasperation.

[color=d2005a][b]“I’m three minutes younger! Three! [sub]And who the fuck is Drake?[/sub][/b][/color]