Somewhere Only We Know (Dextra)

[Izabelle Phillips]

This thing was idiotic, this incredible lame sister complex they both had going on. For once, couldn't they both just man-up, forgive and forget? Well, at least Izzy could dream of a day where she'd be able to treat her sister like an actual sister and not the enemy. The villain of the story, the Joker to her Batman, the... Whatever. She wasn't all that into nerdy stuff.

Knocking on the dorm door which belonged to her sister, Izzy prepared a smile and a nice greeting. She was so tired of fighting and arguing over nothing. Yes, they were different. No, it wasn't right of her father to favorite one child. And yes, it was sad that their mother had died, but really. They were seventeen, it was about time they both grew up and put the warhammer down.

''Dex?'', she called out, still a little uncertain. She had no idea if Dextra even wanted to see her.

[Dextra Phillips]

Weren't sister complexes common? Honestly Dextra didn't see that big of a problem with it. Her and Izzy had never really gotten along. Not unless they were forced to spend time with their even more horrible cousin in which they usually teamed up against her or helped the other avoid her. Those were desperate measures though and as soon as their cousin was gone, Dextra was right back to hating her sister.

No one understood Dex's reasons behind this seemingly ridiculous hatred she had for Izzy. But she did. She liked to think they were good reasons because part of them were what made up her fucked up psych. There were a lot of things that fed into her general lack of socialization and her bad attitude. And it wasn't like anyone typically tried getting past all of her bull shit...well except Park, but he had gotten lucky enough to withstand her evilness. It helped with a power like his.

Dex fiddled with the pom-poms from her obnoxious Halloween costume and found herself smiling faintly at the memories. Parker had definitely made going to the dance worth her while. And then her thoughts were scattered by a knock and her sister's voice. With a frustrated scowl on her face, she slid off her bed and went to open the door, "Izzy, can I help you with something?" Okay, she should really have been a bit nicer upon first greeting, but she couldn't help it. Her thought process had been scattered and she quite liked where it had been going.

[Izabelle Phillips]

Oh yes, Izzy didn't even want to think about that dreadful cousin they had. She was a complete nightmare, even worse than Dex was. At least Dex had an excuse to act the way she did, Sylvie did not. So without question, Izzy would have supported her sister against that horrible being any time, any day. And sure, the fact that she lived so far away didn't really help with their relationship.

As Dextra showed up in the doorway, Izzy tried her best to keep the smile on her face. After all, she was her to make peace, not war. ''No, not really. I just wanted to... Talk.'' That sounded stupid. And when did Izzy ever want to talk to Dex? Or vice versa? Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. But she wasn't about to give up. They had to sort things out whether they wanted to or not. This couldn't last forever, and Izzy quite liked the idea of having a close relationship with her sister.

''Can I come in?''

[Dextra Phillips]

Dextra just stared at her sister. To talk? Since when were they the type of siblings to just talk? They didn't share feelings, they didn't hug it out, they weren't close. Dextra was perfectly fine with that realization because she was the one that often pushed away as hard as she could whenever Izzy tried to be nice to her. Why? Because Dextra was a stubborn girl that knew what she felt when she felt it and why she felt it. Izzy didn't have a clue what went through Dextra's mind on a daily basis. Those things played over and over and just reminded her of why she couldn't stand her sister.

Her icy blue eyes lifted to her sister's and her jaw clenched. What on earth could this girl want? She wasn't going away, of that Dextra was certain. Her sister was probably just as stubborn as she was, but in a different way. Well, if things got to a point that Dex didn't like, she could always throw stuff at Izabelle until she left. That seemed like a good plan.

"If you must. Don't touch anything," She snapped before stepping aside and going back to sitting on her bed. Her room was decorated in all dark purple and black. There were no bright spots and Evanescence was playing in the background. She took the pom-poms from her bed and placed them back on the corkboard that held a handful of pictures just recently taken. She hung it up by the picture of her and Parker and bit her lip as her fingers traced over the picture.