The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

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"Yes. Just like you." I remarked.

"Oh! You just got burned, big bro." Oliver booed. "You are so fucking badass, twinny."

"I know," I flipped my hair. "Bow down to me please, everybody." I bowed down.

"Ugh, as if." Olen stuck out his tongue.

"Well, if you're not going to bow down willingly, I will do it for you." I smiled sinisterly, using both of my hands to hold the back of their heads to make them bow down with force.

"Ow!" They both whined at the same time. "That hurts!"

"And?" I sassed, knowing they can't do anything about it.

They both kept silent, rubbing their head while wincing slightly.

"That's what I thought." I smirked.

A few days later, it was already time for the flight. We went to the airport as the private jet was already waiting for us.

I immediately connected to the Wi-Fi. The servers served champagne and I aligned it with the plane window as we took off. When I was satisfied with the picture, I posted the picture in my Instagram story.

See you soon, Spain.

"Olen! Oliver! Let's take a selfie!" I called them.

"Sure!" They nodded before we posed and took a picture. I also posted it on my Instagram story.

De Laurel Trio. @oliversoren @olendelaurel

After about ten hours later, we finally arrived in our home, Barcelona, Spain. At the airport, there, we found our cousins, Yelena and Santiago with their son Gael.

"Stephen! Over here!" They both called out.

"Santi! Ena!" Olen called out with a laugh, going towards them.

"OMG!" Yelena gushed. "Is is them?!" She asked Olen, nothing in particular.

"Yes, Ena." Olen chuckled. "These are my younger siblings, Olivia and Oliver." He pointed at us both. "Just call them by their second name, Selene and Soren, as you do with me."

"¡Oh Dios mío!" She exclaimed. "I haven't seen you guys since you we're toddlers!" She hugged the both of us the same time.

"Selene! Soren!" Mom called. "Greet your cousin!"

"Hola, Yelena." We both said in unison.

"SANTIAGO!" Dad gave a man hug to Santiago from my peripheral vision.

"So, Selene, now is it?" Yelena called. "I think you're going to like España, very well." She smiled. "And you too, Soren. There's a lot of pollitas, here." She sent a wink to Oliver.

"Really?" Oliver jokingly asked.

"Por supuesto," She smiled. "Ask Santiago. He's quite good in knowing about those. Quite a playboy really. That reminds me! Meet our son, Gael." She called Gael who was sitting in one of the bagagges.

"Hola? ¿Sois mis tía y tío? ¿Conoces al tío Steph?" He asked in Spanish.

(Are you my aunt and uncle? Do you know uncle Steph?)

"Sí, somos tu tía y tus tío. Tu tío Steph es nuestro hermano. Puedes llamarme tía Sel y puedes llamarlo tío Sore." I nodded, then pointing at Oliver.

(Yes, we are your aunt and uncle. Your uncle Steph is our brother. You can call me aunt Sel and you can him, uncle Sore.)

After the little introduction at the airport, we headed to our house. Once we reached, we were already greeted by some of our relatives that were staying there. The Fernandez-De Laurel clan has some pretty large families.

When we met all of them, we unpacked and went to the city for a bit.

First, we went to La Barceloneta. We didn't bathe instead we just took a stroll.

Next we went to such places as, Monastery of Pedralbes, Palau Guell, and Poble Espanyol. Before the day ended. Then, we went home and slept since we were tired.

The next day, we slept for about 15 hours, except for Olen since he was already used to the jet lag.

When we woke up, the decorations were already up for our "Welcome Party". Since it was only a simple party and the grand ones will we in a few days, I just decided to wear a crocheted halter crop top, some shorts, and some sandals.

The party then started. We got to engage with our family and speak a lot of Spanish. Good thing mama and papa taught us. Olen knew all the persons in the party, which wasn't a shock, really.

"You're still wearing that?" Oliver suddenly asked.

"Hm?" I looked at him with confusion. "Wearing what?"

"That." He pointed at my neck. It was the necklace that Alexander gave me.

"Oh," I chuckled. "I've been so used to it that I haven't really noticed. Should I take it off?" I asked with a brow raised.

"You should, later." He nodded. "It might be disrespectful if you leave right now."

"Uhm, Lev?" I called him.

"Has Alessandro contacted you, by any chance?" I suddenly asked. "You know, if he told something about the leaving.

"No," He shook his head. "Before Alexander left, he already left beforehand. He suddenly left school with no goodbye."

"Oh," I bit my lip. "Okay." I smiled.

After a couple of hours, the drinks were already given. I drank a lot. I was completely wasted and it hasn't even been an hour of drinking.

"Olen!" I pinched his cheeks. "Has Lex contacted you?" I asked, tilting my head.

"No," He shook his head. "And, don't touch my face."

"You know? I really miss him." I sighed, laying my head to his chest. "Will he ever come back? I kind of wish he will." I whispered.

"I don't know," He laid his chin in my head.

"You should," I yawned. "You're his friend. Friends tell everything."

"He didn't though," He chuckled.

"Yeah, he didn't." I sighed. "Like how he didn't keep his promise." I chuckled. "Olen?" I called.

"Hm?" He hummed, then massaging my hair lightly.

"I'm tired." I yawned. "Can you carry me to the room? Please?" I asked tiredly. "I want to sleep."

"Okay," He carried me bridal style. "Mama! Papa!" I heard him call.

"Yes, sweetie- what's wrong with my baby?" Her voice was suddenly filled with worry.

"Tired and wasted." Olen chuckled. "I'm going to take her to the room."

"Okay," Mama said. "Good night, honey," I felt a lingering kiss in my forehead.

I felt Olen was walking like forever until I was rested on a soft bed.

I was going to close my eyes until I heard Olen mutter something.

"I'm so fucking sorry that I couldn't keep my promise, baby sis."

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