Owen. My twin. We are still looking at each other smiling like maniacs so I reach My hand out and he eagerly takes it. I pull him up and he immediately tugs me into a hug. Owen is about 6ft 4" which doesn't surprise me.
Hi we both say in unison.
Your my twin we say together yet again.
Let me take you to your room he says in a overly cheerful voice.
Okay I immediately reply.I take no notice of the other people in the room who were waiting to meet me and just keep following Owen who is pulling me through many hallways which I am comitting to memory. As we reach my door he starts to get nervous and says I decorated the room my self but if you don't like it you can change it and with that he opens the door and I immediately fall in love. Its amazing, thank you so much, come in I want to get to know the one who I shared a womb with for nine months. (Cringe)
He chuckles then joins me sitting on the bed. I Suddenly realise that he might hate candyfloss so I would naturally have to hate him. Do you like candyfloss I ask him with a threatening glare to which he looks down ashamed. As soon as he does this I quickly jump to the most terrifying conclusion - he hates it you hate it don't you, I don't know if I can get over this you'll have to give me some time. He shuts me up quickly and says its my favourite food and I do something I have never done before I... squealed. 😲😲😲.
With this new found information I knew, knew that even if he killed Me I could never hate or be angry at him - he likes candyfloss.
He tells me to follow him and we go To his room. Upon entering everything looks Normal except really nice cuz they are loaded but then I see it... its so amazing, so gracious, so angelic ; it's a candyfloss machine. I said I was in love when I saw my room but now I understand the true meaning of love and its what I feel for this machine, this magnificent machine. I slowly turn to him with a somewhat evil look in my eyes to which he returns and nodded.
He goes to the holy machine and turns it on, pours on some sugar and makes me the most giant one I have ever had. Then he makes himself one and it is true heaven.
We chat and he says as my meeting the family didn't exactly go as planned earlier I would be introduced to them all at dinner in two hours. I tell him about candypearl my fox and he says when I ask if she can come here don't mention what she is. This is the start of a great friendship.
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The Mafias Missing Daughter
RandomCordelia was kidnapped at the age of 5, now 16 she hopes to reunite with her family but what secrets are they hiding and what truths are yet to be told.