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Story 2: Chapter 1

I just don't understand why this had to happen to me. Of all the people in the world, this had to happen to me. My life isn't hard enough already. Why? Why me? Why couldn't be literally anyone else?! This is the moldy cherry on top of my already trash of a life! I mean, yeah, I met my soulmate, that's chill, but this specific person being my soulmate makes my situation a little difficult. I am already tormented every single day, and now this?!

Let me explain, it's really a simple concept. Everyone has a timer on their wrist. This timer will go off when you meet your soulmate. That's pretty chill, right? Well, yes and no. Yes, because you get to spend the rest of your life with the person you were meant to be with. But, what if being with that person contradicts everything you've ever thought? What if being with that person could be the best and worst thing that ever happened to you?

Basically, I was hanging out with my one and only friend. I know this sounds like a typical sad sob story, but this is my life. No judgement. Anyway, I was hanging out with my friend Eva, and we were going on about how my timer was so close to going off. I was finally going to meet the boy of my dreams. Honestly, I believe that I totally deserve this. My life is actual trash. It's only fair. She was totally jealous because she still had a few years. I figured I would meet my person out on the street somewhere because that's where I would be at that time tomorrow. Tomorrow! That's when this was going to happen! Tomorrow!

The next day, I made sure to look my absolute best. After all, this was an important day. I walked to to school. Only 7 more hours. Classes seemed to drag on for one eternity after another. After school I started walking home. I smiled at every boy that I passed. You wouldn't believe the looks I got. I had slowly given up because not one of them seemed to be my soulmate. I figured it would just kind of happen, so I continued on my way.

While I was walking, I looked in the window of a bakery and saw the most delicious looking batch of white chip macadamia nut cookies. Normally, bakeries and such don't really distract me, but those are my favourite kinds of cookies, they are the only exception. I must have been really freaking distracted because I didn't even see this girl I ran right into. She was about 3 inches taller than me with a darkish brown hair. It was long and relatively straight. She dropped a few books she had in her hand so I leaned down to help her pick them up.

"I'm so sorry!" I started, "I'm usually a little more aware of my surroundings than that."

"It's all good. Those are some pretty good looking cookies." She laughed.

"Yeah. My favourite. Here's your book." I said as I handed it to her.

"Thanks. I'm Jasmine, by the way."

"Savannah." I replied.

In perfect unision our timers on our wrists started to beep. We both looked down and then back at each other.

"Or should I call you soulmate?" She laughed.

As you can see, this is a bit of a dilemma for me. Yes, I have found my soulmate, and she's really cool snd stuff, but I didn't even know I was gay. I had spent my whole life believing that I was straight. I thought my soulmate would be a guy. The thing is, I'm not upset that it was a girl. She's the coolest, sweetest, smartest and hottest person I have ever met, but now I have to come out to my parents, Eva and everyone. I'm already tormented everyday. This can't possibly help. But I truly want to be with Jasmine. She's amazing. I just don't know how to explain this to everyone. It's my life, so why should it matter to them.

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Story 1: Chapter 3 (final)

Finally, he reached out, held my face in his hands, and kissed me. It was passionate, soft, sweet and completely and entirely worth the wait.

"That's why." He finally said.

I was completely speechless. How do I respond to that? My mind was filled with all kinds of emotions. I was happy, I was confused, and I was so totally in love. I just stood there, staring into his eyes. I wanted to say something so badly, but the words just weren't there. I didn't know what I wanted to say, I just knew it had to be something. It had to be special and important. Luckily, he said something first.

"I couldn't say it to your face, because I knew it wasn't true, I knew that if I tried to say it to your face, I wouldn't be able to get the words out. I knew I would break and do what I just did." He said.

"What about back at your house? What about what you said then? You seemed pretty set on the fact that we weren't soulmates." I said quietly.

"I was in denial. I regretted it the minute you left my house. I came out to look for you, but you were gone."

"I ran away pretty fast." I started. He looked at me questioningly, "I knew before our timers even went off that I wanted to be with you. I never said anything because I didn't want to ruin a friendship for no reason. I figured you weren't my soulmate anyway, so what was the point."

"I was such a jerk. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. You deserve so much better than me and -"

I cut him off, "I'm not going to find anyone else. You are the one for me. What do you think these timers mean?" I held onto his wrist and we both looked down at it. We looked back at each other. "Does this mean that -"

"Yes." He said simply, right before he kissed me again.

After that, everything just seemed to fall into place. I finally had the boy I'd wanted for so many years. It all felt so right, it was almost too good to true. Everyday with him was the new best day of my life. I was the happiest I'd ever been. Do you know what it's like to be in love with your best friend? It is one of the best feelings in the world. It is the most wonderful feeling, and I get to feel it everyday....

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Story 1: Chapter 2

We glanced down at our wrists, and sure enough, our timers had both gone off. Finally. It all made sense. The reason I could never get over the boy that would never be mine, was because he was mine. I finally understood why I was so in love with this one person, this person who, up until now, wasn't my soulmate. I didn't understand at first why our timers hadn't gone off when we met. But to be totally honest, I was happier it happened now. We knew each other, we got to grow apart and then back together, we got this intimate moment between the two of us instead of an awkward moment around a group of people, and we got to grow up and fully understand this. I was filled with joy, until he finally spoke...

"What the hell?! This makes no sense! I don't understand!" He looked up at me, "I don't get it! How can our timers go off! We're not soulmates! This isn't the first time we met! This must be some sort of fluke! Do you understand any of this?!"

"No." I lied.

"How are you totally chill about this?!" He questioned.

"I'm not. I'm just really confused. We've known each other for years. I don't know how this could happen now." I lied right threw my teeth. I knew exactly what was happening. I had read about it. It only happened once in a while. It was rare, but it happened. This was no fluke.

"This is crazy! We have to call someone about this! There's someone we can call, right?!" He started panicking.

"I'm sure there is, I'll look it up."

I found a number we could call on the internet. He called and started freaking out on the poor person that answered. He was told that it was no fluke, and sometimes it just worked like that. That answer didn't quite satisfy him. He continued to scream through the phone for another 10 minutes. I just sat on the couch, trying to hold back tears. I knew how I felt. I knew it for awhile. I knew he was the boy I wanted to be with. However, life tends to suck. How could we be soulmates if he didn't even feel that way about me? How could he not feel that way about me?! We had been through so much together!

After a long silence, I finally left. When I got home, I went straight to my room and cried. I finally had a chance to be happy, and that was ripped away by the one who was supposed to make me happy. Why didn't he feel the same? Was it something I did? Why would his timer go off if he didn't feel the same? I didn't understand.

The next day at school, he ignored me. I felt horrible. Why was this my life? The next month was the worst month of my life. My person basically hated me, and I couldn't do anything about it. Everytime I tried to talk to him or even wave, he ignored me and walked away. I knew he saw me, he looked right into my eyes, right into my soul, right into my heart, and broke it into a million pieces. I didn't know if he knew how much of an affect he had on me, all I knew was that his every move affected me. After all this, the torture, the sadness, I was still hopelessly in love with him. This hit me really hard. I'd lost more than my soulmate, I'd lost my best friend.

About a month after the timers went off, I opened my locker and a note fell out. I read it in disbelief. I wasn't surprised by the contents of the note, I was surprised by the fact that I he had written me a note at all. My shock soon turned to anger. How dare he write me a damn note! He entirely knew what this was doing to me! He didn't even care! If you don't feel the same, fine! But at least have the courage to say it to my face! I didn't deserve to be treated like this! It was about damn time I realized this! I marched right up to him and held the note up to his face.

Dear Savannah.

I'm sorry about everything. I know I've been ignoring you. I just don't know what to say. I don't feel the way I'm supposed to. Sorry. I'm sure you probably feel the same.

- Jack

"What the hell is this?!" I exclaimed.

"Uhhh, a note." He answered as if I was an idiot.

"I'm aware that it's a note! Why did you write the note?! Why a note?! Why couldn't just talk to me?!"

"Look, I just don't really -"

"Feel that way, yeah I got that! The least you could do was say it to my face! Instead of writing this stupid note! I just don't understand why you couldn't talk to me! So our timers went off when we were together, so what! I'm still your friend! I don't deserve to be treated like this! So please, explain why you couldn't just say it to my face!"

He stared at me for a long moment. I looked back at him, waiting for a response. He just looked at me his mouth opened, with no words coming out. I stared at him with a look on my face that kind of said "Well?". He continued to look at me without saying anything. Finally, he reached out, held my face in his hands, and kissed me. It was passionate, soft, sweet, and completely and entirely worth the wait.

"That's why." He finally said.

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Story 1: Chapter 1

I didn't know he was my soulmate when I met him. It didn't work like it was supposed to. The rules are simple. Your timer on you wrist goes off the second you meet your soulmate. That's how it's supposed to be. That's how you know when you meet your soulmate... but it didn't work like that for me. I don't know what went wrong, I don't know if it was a fluke... all I know is that the most important moment of my life was ripped away from me. At least that's how I saw it.

Meeting the person that you are meant to be with is supposed to be the best moment of your life, and I barely remember meeting him. My moment is a vague memory from 5 years ago. I can't go into much detail because I don't entirely recall what happened. It was a sunny day, probably sometime in September of the 6th grade. I was hanging out with my friend at the time, and she asked if I wanted to play manhunt. She told me it was a thing many kids at this school did.(I was new so I didn't know). I said sure and thought nothing of it.

We walked up to a group of people and she pointed out a boy, she said that he was usually in charge of the game. I walked up and he asked if we were going to play, we said yes. That was it. That was my meeting with my soulmate. That was the first time we met, but neither of our timers went off. They didn't even make a squeek. I didn't really think about this moment much until now, because at the time, I was just meeting any other boy. In fact, this was a boy that my friend liked. She knew he wasn't her soulmate, but she liked him none the less. I figured, he wasn't my soulmate, so I just didn't care.

As that year went on, I actually grew to dislike this boy. He was quite annoying and the fact that everyone liked him and seemed to think he was a saint that could nothing wrong bugged me. I spent part of that year not liking him,and the other half not having to deal with him because he switched classes.

The next year, we were put in the same class again. My distaste for him only grew. At this point in time, he was a boy who was obsessed with his grades. However, so was I. So, as you can imagine, everything became a competition. But what really ticked me off, was this one group project I had with him. He was so specific about every little thing that everyone did. He did most of the work, not because we wouldn't do anything, but because he wouldn't let us. Anything we did do, he redid.

The next year wasn't much better, we became closer and didn't fight as much. We weren't quite best friends... but we could tolerate each other. As the year continued, we grew to be friends, we were no longer just tolerating each other, we now considered each other friends. We went out to lunch together a lot, that's when we started to get closer. We would rant about other people that bugged us and gave the other advice. It was nice. At the end of this year, we now considered each other good friends. At our grade 8 grad we slow danced without another care in the world, because it felt comfortable.

It was after that dance, at a party, when I discovered I might like this boy. It was the smallest thing, but it had a huge impact on me. I was sitting in a chair, and got up to get a drink. When I got back, he was there. When he wouldn't move, I sat on him. He soon moved over a bit and we shared the chair. And for that little while, we just sat there, closer than ever, and it felt right.

The next year, we were practically best friends... not that he would ever admit that. Our friend group had split up in high school and it was pretty much just him, my other friend and I. As the year went on, he split from us a bit. But I still got the pleasure of hanging out with him after school. It was with a group of people, but it was good enough for me. Throughout the year, I became closer with him than the rest of the group, we often went to get milkshakes together to talk. I helped him with girl problems... even though I kinda knew how I felt about him.

This continued for awhile. I could never quite move on from him. Even though I knew there was no point. He wasn't my soulmate. He couldn't be. Our timers didn't go off when we met. It was stupid. Why couldn't I just move on?! I was so confused. What was the point of getting all worked up about this boy that wasn't even the boy for me?! In fact, he was someone else's soulmate! I figured I should just ignore my feelings, after all, they were ridiculous and pointless.

One day, I was sitting with him at his house. No one else was there but us. I had come over while we waited for the rest of our friends. They were taking a while so we decided to start a movie. About half way through the movie, they all texted and said they wouldn't be coming. I was pretty invested in this movie so I decided to stay and finish before I left. We were sitting rather close, not quite touching, but not far from it. We both moved our hands a little. My hand grazed the top of his hand and we both looked over at each other. We made eye contact. It seemed like we were staring for a while, when suddenly, two beeping sounds started going off. We glanced down at our wrists, and sure enough, our timers had both gone off...

Maybe I don't fully remember the first time I met my soulmate, but I do remember the first time I knew he was my soulmate. Sure, our first meeting, which is supposed to be this huge thing, wasn't a big moment, but I'm not entirely sure it was something that was ripped away from me. Because, at that time, he wasn't my soulmate yet. Maybe we just had to go through some stuff before we were ready to be each other's soulmates. I'll never truely know. All I know for sure is that my moment wasn't stolen from me, my moment just wasn't ready yet.