Brett & Bree Allen, are the twin children of Barry Allen & Caitlin Snow-Allen. Brett [𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒] inherited cyrokinetic powers like their mother. Bree [𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐘] inherited their dad's super speed.
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Bree turns her head to look back at Dante, who was now staring at the table as he finished whatever was left of his drink. She purses her lips and looks away before an idea pops into her head.
"Hey do you want to get out of here?"
Dante raises his head and furrows his eyebrows at her.
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Brett sits at his bedroom window, his arms are crossed as they rest on his bent knees. The birds chirp and the neighbor's Great Dane barks at the jogger that usually jogs by around this hour.
A triple knock is heard, tearing his attention away from the window and toward his closed bedroom door.
"Come in." He allows before Caitlin pops her head in his room.
"Honey, you have a visitor." She informs before she opens the door even more, revealing none other than Elisa Queen. Brett's eyes widen as he scrambles to stand up. "I'll leave you two to talk." She assures, making sure the door is left open. The two teenagers wait in awkward silence as they hear Caitlin's heels walking down the stairs.
"What are you doing here?" Brett asks, causing Elisa to look at him surprised. "Not like that! I just," he sighs and shuts his blue eyes for a second. "I didn't think you'd want to see me...ever."
"Why would you think that?" She takes a few steps forward. The look of sympathy blanketed on her face makes Brett want to melt. But he only shrugs. "Brett...I know it wasn't you who threw that icicle..." Brett raises an eyebrow at her. "You know what I mean." She quickly adds. Brett lets out a breath as he sits back down on the bay window.
"You tell your parents?" His blue eyes stare into hers. Elisa awkwardly bites her bottom lip as she slowly walks toward him.
"Yes...I may have left out the part where the icicle was intentionally aimed at me..." She admits as she sits down next to him.
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"So I'm not on Oliver's hit list?" He asks, forming a small smile on Elisa's face.
"No. I saved you from that one." She assures, and Brett nods and purses his lips at the floor. Elisa bends down to rest her elbows on her thighs, trying to get a good look at him. He was still uneasy...with the word guilty practically scribbled on his forehead. "Are you okay?" Her sweet voice asks.
"Honestly no..." He peers at her. "I know I've...well the other me, has been inimical...and I know you guys forgave me for it..." Elisa gently nods at him. "I just don't feel like I deserve it."
"Brett-" Elisa sits up.
"I know what you're gonna say." He shakes his head no. "I know it wasn't me doing all those things but it's still my fault for not being able to control myself...I'm almost 16 years old, I shouldn't need this-this training wheel!" He lifts his hand to show off his ring. "If anyone was injured, that's on me."
