"Dear Cupid...*sigh*...can we discuss your aim?
"Sometimes the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn't mean to take." ― Angela N. Blount
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Nora has oodles of expectations. They range from finding out that she is older than her twin brother rather than it being the other way round to becoming the owner of a limo and live a flashy, TV star life. But life isn't that sweet. It won't just give you what you want because it's evil like that. Life takes our hopes, laughs at the audacity of them, makes us work for them, and then gives us the exact opposite of them.
Fate, I believe we call it.
Well, this is what happened.
Nora and Noah had the purest of intentions to fuel their best friend's love life.
The plan was going perfectly.
Chocolates dipped in the potion, wrapped prettily ready to be gifted; check.
Placed in the correct locker; check.
The recipient, Joel Bairos, finds them; check
He carries it away; check. Follow him; check.
Does he eat them? Error.
Hiding behind a car, the siblings' spy on their victim to ensure the success of their plan, which was easy enough. Joel eats the chocolates, and right that moment Amora arrives, her timing courtesy of Noah's endless calls. Joel sees Amora and falls in love with her while the latter is already head over heels for him. The two were supposed to date, get married, and live happily ever after. Noah had even thought of baby names for their future children because he is soft like that.
Oh, the shock they went through when they saw Inigo Nowell snatch the box and devour the special treats.
Notorious for his reserved attitude and fierce nature, Inigo is uncharted territory. This boy, with his mysterious charisma, is a topic of fascination for many. Unexplored; his untold stories hide his enigmatic singularity from the world save a favored few.
Their trauma rendered them speechless and rooted to their spot. Aghast, they helplessly continued to watch the entire sequence of events from the drunken walk to the cliched fairy tale catch like devoted audiences.
They were very unprepared for the mess that is sure to follow.
The naive girl in-cognizant of the path destiny has laid for her continued skipping on her way to her car, bopping her head cutely to the music played by the noise-canceling earbuds fixed cautiously in her small ears.
Sure, Amora prayed for the love of her life to land in her arms, but she hadn't meant like this.
"God! I didn't mean literally and at that too, not the wrong boy!'
Mentally cursing her reflexes, she tried to lift the heavyweight in her arms to gain his balance. But it seemed he didn't want to as he joined hands with the strong gravity and leaned more towards the ground, making his weight increase.
Narrowing her eyes at him, Amora smiled sweetly before removing her hands from beneath him, letting gravity avenge her by hurting him.
Startled at the sudden absence of those small hands from under him, Inigo lost his balance and fell on the ground with a painful thud.
Rubbing his back, he groaned, hoisting himself up.
"Why would you do that?" he questioned accusingly.
"Why? Because you decided to dump your heavy, pig-like body on me and made no efforts to move, you pervert!" Amora huffed, gathering her lost supply of oxygen and passed from beside him.
She had tried to look brave. She looked like an angry chipmunk with her glaring face.
But she was freaking out inside.
'Inigo Nowell! I called freaking Inigo Nowell, a pervert! Oh, lord living in heaven! Please use your mighty powers and protect me from his wrath.'
Too occupied with her hysterical mind, Amora missed the pair of eyes gazing softly at her retreating figure.
Inigo touched his chest, right where his heart was. He felt his heartbeat pounding like it never had before.
"Interesting," he let out a whisper before answering his friend's calls.
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"He consumed the chocolates."
"Yes, I saw."
"He saw Amora before anyone else."
"I saw that too."
"The potion seems to be working."
"Would you say something I don't know? For example, how do we fix this?"
"I don't know. Where does this leave us?"
"In the middle of absolute chaos. It's going to be a madhouse."
"I can't believe it. Mission Cupid- failed!"
"I'll hit you if you ever utter the word 'cupid' again."