Beautiful Wilting Flowers

Late again

Greigh POV:

Liana is almost an hour late already. She's literally always late; it drives me insane. Every time I have an important dinner, event, or literally anything I need her to come to, she's late. I mean, she's my twin sister, for my sake, can't she show up on time at least once?

I have to admit, she always has a good reasons, but I just get mad sometimes because usually it's something like "I was doing my hair", or "I was waiting for Heyden".

I currently do little side-businesses on the country side of London England, and see Liana almost once a month. Which is sad, but growing up together just wasn't the best. We didn't know what our power could do, and my abilities to read and manipulate minds and feelings made me at an advantage with her, and she didn't believe me when I told her I couldn't use them on her. Just to be safe, our parents kept Liana outside when they sensed tension, and she would spend hours outside doing something, I have no clue what. I still never tell anyone who doesn't know about Liana and my abilities, because I don't want to get a bad reputation for my businesses. It sounds snotty, but I 'can't be trusted' after people find out. It's like I'm not the same person anymore. But only to them.

So, Liana and I never really did grow up 'together', I guess. We lived in the same house, but never really did any twin bonding stuff. And the first thing people ask us after we mention were only half of a whole is "Who came out first?"

I wonder if they really even get the meaning of twins. We came out at the same year, same day, same hour, but I guess the six minutes of my only childness really do matter to them. Weird.

I live in a mansion on a cul-de-sac, where I've rented out the basement of a nice elderly couple in their seventies, Sarah and Robert Turner. The rent isn't too bad; I can keep up with my millions of jobs. And I get along great with their son, Jason, who happens to be a year older than me. He's in school now, but when he comes back he's pretty much my best friend. My only friend, anyway(Not in a loner depressing druggie dude way; it's just safer not to socialize for my, Liana, and Heyden's identities.). The Turners love Liana ever since I introduced them to her, and she was perfectly charming, wrapping them right around her manicured finger. And since then, they love to have Liana over as often as possible. They seem like those old couples who love having children and teenagers around to keep themselves company, because they're retired and spoiling is their specialty. And they're also, like, mega rich, so all of their dinners are over the top fancy, with different forks for every course, a long dining table that makes you feel as if you are in a movie, and a massive, shimmering gold and diamond chandelier hanging from the dome ceiling. 

It's actually the Turners' wedding anniversary tonight, and the whole house is bustling with their friends and family for the huge party they've set up. It's a really important night; I expected Liana to be here on time, of all days. But no, this is another day where she fails to remember an important event I need her at. 

I don't usually complain this much; in fact everybody describes me as chill and laid-back. But they don't know the constant comments on everything going through my head in big crowds. I hate big crowds; it makes me feel a bit claustrophobic and unsanitary. But tonight, I'll deal with it, because it's my friends' special night, and if I start to feel uncomfortable, I'll just take an aspirin or something. I'll be fine.

Unless Liana doesn't show up soon. Then I will start to panic.

A gentle hand pats my shoulder, and I whip around, startled. Mrs. Turner smiles kindly, and laughs.

"Liana will come soon. Come and enjoy the party with the rest of the guests, Greigh." She raises an eyebrow.

"I will, I promise." I nod. "I'm sorry that my sister is late today of all days, Mrs. Turner. I hope it's just her usual running late."

She laughs, silver earrings bouncing in the holes.

"I would tell you to call me Sarah," she rolls her crows feet eyes. "But we all know you would never listen to me. Just make sure your sister and her friend are both here for the main dance."

"I will, ma'am." I muster a smile that I hope passes off as, 'I want to be here', instead of 'Can I sink back down to my mancave please'.

She walks off, satisfied (I hope), and I straighten out my dress shirt and jeans (Which are frankly way too casual to be around these other rich people), run a hand through my platinum blonde hair, and sit down on one of the puffy padded leather chairs by the foyer, hoping that at any given moment now, Liana will knock her coordinated knock, and save me from having to dance with strangers, dressed more appropriately than I am for the occasion, and all will be well again.

Ugh, I mentally curse; I was hoping I could miss the dancing part. The main activity they planned was dancing, and I'm probably going to end up paired with some third cousin of a relatives son or something. The Turners always trying to play matchmaker for me; I think in the aspect that they want to look out for me, they think of me as a son. 'Oh, lets just pair you up with one of our nieces and maybe you two will hit it off, get married, and you'll raise babies together!'

Please, a break just this once. But, nope, I have to drag myself back in there and go classical dancing with a stranger after stuffing myself full of food and fizzy lemon water.

Welp, this is in my element.