The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

08

"Lena! Move faster or else we're not going to catch our flight!" Olen yelled from downstairs. We were getting ready to go to the airport but it was five hours before the flight so I don't really understand. Olen is just a drama king sometimes.

"Just a minute! I need to get a few things!" I yelled back.

I picked up my phone, my headphones, my backpack and called Olen to get my suitcases.

"Olen!" I yelled once again. "My suitcases please!"

Seconds later, I heard footsteps coming to my room knowing it was Olen.

"Whoa," He remarked once he saw my stuff. "I said a week, Lena. Not a whole month."

I chuckled and picked up my backpack I also picked up the smallest suitcase, the lightest one. I went downstairs, waiting for Olen to come down. When he did, he was full of sweat like he went to the gym or something.

"Olen!" I heard Oliver shout from his room. "Can you help me with my suitcases too?!"

"God! You twins are going to be the death of me," I heard Olen mutter.

"Here," I heard Oliver say once again. Followed by a womanly shriek which I'm guessing was Olen's.

"What the hell, Oliver?!" Olen shouted I'm sure the whole house heard. "Not you too?"

Once again, Olen came with tons of sweat covering his whole body. We wiped the sweat in his face and went to his room to probably change since he was practically dripping with sweat.

Oliver also came out of the room, and as I saw what he was wearing, I noticed that we were kind of matching.

I wore a floral crop top with a white loose thin flannel, and some shorts while Oliver wore a floral polo with also some shorts.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Olen pointed at the both of us once he came out of the room, changed and looking fresh. "It's just a week and both of you packed worth of a whole month!"

"What? We need to be stylish," We said at the same time. I glared at Oliver for copying me which he just responded with a shrug.

"You can still be stylish with very little clothes on," He smacked his forehead.

"No you cannot," We said in unison once again. I glared at him once again but he shrugged it off.

We just continued bickering until we noticed the time. Our eyes bulged out and scurried, taking all our stuff.

"We have to go!" Olen yelled.

"It's not my fault you keep complaining that we have tons of luggages!" I yelled back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He scoffed.

We put all our stuff in the car got comfortable and headed to the airport. It was dead quiet and I was super bored until I got a message.

a.jofiel: Hey, Livia

miseleneous: Hi :)

a.jofiel: wyddddddddd WAIT let me guessssss

a.jofiel: Are you lying down? No, you're eating. Right?

I chuckled before replying which earned looks from my brothers.

miseleneous: No, I'm not HAHAHAHAHA

miseleneous: I bet I can guess what ur doing rn.