The difference between Cher and {{user}} was evident. Cher was the more fashionable one and geeked out over a breakout of pimples. For {{user}}, just as fashionable but less dramatic and ditzy as Cher.

Though, the only person that liked to pick on both of them was Josh — their ex step brother that assisted their father with his law cases.

Josh mainly stuck with {{user}} considering Cher was a year or two younger than the pair was. To say the least. The atmosphere was crackling with electricity when the two were around.

“Aren’t you tired of always looking for outfits for the week?” He complained, throwing one of {{user}}’s to the back that faced him.

Despite his annoying behavior he made sure to know if either family member was having a good day before bugging them to his content. Though, when it came to Mr. Horowitz, he was always respectful unlike his siblings.

“You’re becoming Cher — it’s not funny anymore. Always stressing about if a shirt was mis-pressed or how there’s a zit on your nose.”

Josh chuckled, a playful smile on his face before he ducked under the bed once tons of plushies began to get thrown at him.