A/n: I had a trippy dream and VOILA! A story was created! Plz R&R so I can tell if ya like it or not. If you have any suggestions/comments for/on it, don’t hesitate to tell me.

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Quote: In the cookies of life, your friends are the chocolate chips

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A girl in her mid-teens with jet-black hair and piercing grey eyes rested her head against the vibrating glass of the coach in a vain attempt to fall asleep. But something in her mind told her that it was pointless (just like the other five times). That was one of the reasons Joe loved travelling by coach , staying up all night and listening to music with no-one disturbing you. Ah Heaven! She thought with a grim smile. She then realised that her life must be pretty sad if she was enjoying the "comforts" a coach had to offer above anything else.

"Should have just taken the plane…!" she grumbled to herself. But then she would’ve had to have dealt with the bubbly, preppy, pretty blonde girl with big baby blues who was her fraternal twin, and that was something Joe couldn’t deal with right now. Her twin was going to be bringing with her several of her friends which were more than likely to have the same personality as her. She groaned at the thought, thinking she’d have go to drastic measures to make sure she was never cornered or outnumbered, and forced into one of her many horrible nightmares, wearing make-up. Joe was the dark, mysterious, outsider and she wanted it kept that way. As much as she loved travelling by coach, she was now beginning to despise the large bus with each kilometre further to her destination it took her. She was heading to Oakenfold, pack a bag, she was then going to spending some "bonding time" with her twin. See, she had only known she had a twin for a few weeks now. On her seventeenth birthday she had been told she been adopted and that she had a twin, who lived on the North side of Oakenfold (where all the rich people lived. Oakenfold was a pretty big city, with train tracks going through it to separate the two sides). Joe had lived on the South side her whole life, dealing with all the crap that happened in the slums, getting through it, and making her stronger for it. But didn’t mean she hadn’t gathered any scars along the way… Her father, as it turned out, was an Italian millionaire and the reason he had put them up for adoption was that, at the time, he couldn’t afford to keep them (their mother had died giving birth). So Angelo Guise (her father) went out and tried to make something of himself, and luckily stuck oil. He then used the profits from that to go into real-estate and other investments of the like. The memory of their first meeting surfaced to her mind.

"So my darling Joanna and Gwenth, how are you?" asked Angelo with a nervous grin. Joe could see he was who she got her ebony locks from and Gwen her eyes. The blonde sitting beside her on the large cream coloured couch smiled.

"I’m very happy to finally meet you father!" she said with a bright smile. Joe suppressed the groan but couldn’t control the rolling of her eyes. Gwen, obviously, had been told she’d been adopted from a young age, and therefore wouldn’t have a clue what her twin was going through.

"Hurt and angry about having to have lived a lie for sixteen years, you?" replied Joe. "Oh don’t call me Joanna, its just Joe," she added. Gwen and Angelo gaped at Joe , Angelo was the first to recover.

"I’m sorry to hear that, but-," he said.

"I don’t need your pity," interrupted Joe, her arms folding across her chest. Angelo frowned and loosened the tie of his expensive suite.

"This isn’t what I had planed," he said with a heavy sigh.

"Oh? Really?" said Joe scathingly. "Did you really think you could abandon your child, then years later when you think you’ve got enough money to just buy their love, you want to play happy families? It doesn’t work like that," Gwen finally found her voice.

"What on Earth is your problem? Our father bothered to track us down years later and wants to be apart of our lives, why do you have such a problem with that?" said the blonde, glaring slightly at her ebony haired sister. Joe turned and glared at Gwen.

"One: I don’t have to explain myself to likes of you," she snapped. "Two: you don’t know me so you have no right to judge, and three: Father’s a name Angelo hasn’t earned yet," Gwen about to say something but their father held a hand up to stem the flow of the verbal banter.

"Gwen, she’s right. Neither of you know each other, so if we’re going to be a family," Joe snorted here, and received a silencing glare from her father. "We have to fix that, so I’m sending you home, and then you’ll be staying at cabin’s here, and you can stay there as long as you like, as I own the place," said Angelo with a faint smile.

"Can I bring some friends with me?" asked Gwen excitedly. Angelo smiled at the look on her face, she looked almost exactly the same as her mother when she smiled like she was doing now.

"Sure," he said. "As long as you don’t bring along boyfriends," Angelo then looked rather stern and a bit over-protective. Gwen nodded, stood up and gave Angelo a hug.

"Thanks… Dad," she said. Angelo smiled and returned the hug, he was so happy…! Gwen then sat back down beside her twin. Joe groaned.

"Even if I had a boyfriend, which I don’t, I’m fully capable of taking care of myself," she said with the roll of her eyes.

"Oh it’s not that, I’ve made arrangements and your both engaged to two handsome, smart young boys with rich and powerful families," said Angelo smiling. Gwen’s jaw dropped but then she shrugged. Joe was so furious she was a loss for words!

"I guess I could give him a try," said Gwen with a small smile.

"That’s my girl!" said Angelo with a broad smile.

"But if I don’t like him I’m going to break it off," said Gwen, strangely stern. Angelo looked uncertain, but then sighed.

"Okay then," he said.

"How dare you!" hissed Joe, her voice trembling with rage. "You have absolutely no right to do that! After all you’ve already put me through, you just expect me to accept that?" her fists were clenched to her sides and her nails were digging into her palms. Gwen and Angelo looked fearfully over at Joe, and the wrath from her that was surely about to come forth, in very much the same fashion of lava spewing from a volcano, and about just as deadly. "I don’t care who he is, I will never marry him!" she hissed, then stormed out of the room , slamming the door behind her.

The rest of that afternoon Joe spent locked in her room within the hotel they were staying at with music blaringly loud. The motel was in Cencetrice (a small town in a valley with snow capped mountains surrounding it). The Asshole (aka Angelo) and "Daddy’s little Angel" spent the day shopping and bonding. Joe didn’t come out of her room and join Angelo and Gwen for dinner but ordered room service instead. Her stomach growled loudly. Joe grabbed her back-pack and pulled out a packet of chocolate-chip biscuits. She had filled her bag with goodies (courtesy of her father’s bank account) and Joe had a certain weakness for sugary things. A few hours later, the exhaustion swallowed Joe whole and she slowly fell asleep.

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Random thing: . Meow!

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There was a knock on Joe’s door. Joe ignored it and continued to channel-surf.

"Joe come on! Open up!" came Gwen’s muffled voice threw the door.

"Why should I?" yelled Joe back. It was their first night at the cabins and already Gwen and her friends had already set up a party. The music was so loud you could hear it from the other end of the resort.

"Because we’re here to bond and your ignoring me," came Gwen’s muffled and huffy reply. Joe couldn’t argue with the logic of that… She groaned, turned off the T.V, walked over to the door and opened it.

"What do you want?" she asked. Gwen smiled and grabbed her by the hand.

"To join the party, Duh!" she called over her shoulder with a giggle. Gwen was having a blast! And she wanted Joe to join in as well, it wasn’t healthy to be locked up in your room all the time… Gwen went over to bar and poured Joe half a glass of vodka, the other half raspberry lemonade. Joe tentatively took a slip. She smiled and gulped it down.

"That was good, how did you know that?" she asked. Gwen shrugged.

"My older foster brother was a bartender and taught me heaps of stuff," she said with a smile. She then made a very interesting looking drink with red and orange threw it. "I could teach you if ya like…" said Gwen trailing off. Joe smiled faintly.

"I’d like that, thanks," she said. Gwen beamed.

"Your welcome!" she said brightly. "Now let’s get this part started!"