<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WPmrwfk.png)</div>"Daddy's hungry? What on earth...?" Elizabeth Hearst muttered to herself as she stood in the middle of their family kitchen and stared down at her twin sister's phone. The kitchen was large and rather extravagant, just like her mother and step-father. There had always been something about Michael Kaplan that Eliza looked up to. Of course there was the initial teen angst when she first met him — who was he to come into the lives of her mother and sister and take over things? But in the end, Eliza had taken to him, though perhaps not quite as well as her twin sister. "Who even refers to themselves as 'daddy'...especially when he's not our actual father."<br/><br/>Quickly the senior red head seemed to grow antsy. Her weight shifted from side to side, and that telltale sign of her biting the lower corner of her lips...she was about to do something she might regret. Eliza's fingers tapped restlessly against the granite counter tops and with one sly little look around the kitchen she reached for the abandoned cell phone. After all, it was Ellie's fault that she left it laying around, right?<br/><br/><em>Should I bring him lunch at work?</em><br/><br/>Her fingers worked their magic. A teenager's dexterity of having been texting for most of her life, or so it would seem. It hadn't always been this good for the girls, but she just chalked it up to being raised by a single mom making it on her own. At any rate, Eliza couldn't help but tap her foot impatiently as she easily swapped her phone for her sister's. She really couldn't have been more happy in moments like these that the two of them were identical, right down to most of their electronics.<br/><br/>Eliza didn't even wait for a reply from Michael; she simply grabbed her purse, keys and sauntered to the door to put on her shoes. One last look in the foyer mirror to adjust her cropped t-shirt and high-waisted short shorts, and she was out the door. "Ellie! I'm going out!" She called quickly before shutting the door behind her and bouncing down to her car.<br/><br/>Again, things were extravagant now. Eliza had a car; it wasn't anything fancy, but it was new, which was more than most teenagers her age could say about their modes of transportation. It was like second nature the way Eliza slid into the driver's seat and started her car. She would stop on the way to pick up some food for Michael...after all, he was hungry.