Every Bit of It: Part One
Soulmate AU: Everyone has a line that starts from their ring finger that goes to their heart, and in the line is spells out the very frst thoughts you have about your soulmate.
Tyrannus Basilton Pitch hates his line. It’s just like everyone else, but there is only one word repeated over and over and over again. “Wow.” Am I really not more creative than that? Whoever my soulmate is better be “wow” worthy otherwise I will be pissed off. Then again, I’m pissed off a lot.
I wonder what other people’s lines say. Some just say “They’re beautiful,” where others say “Those shoes are ugly as hell.” I think it’s funny, the variety of thoughts that people can have about someone they are truly destined for. Not that I believe all this shit. My friend Agatha doesn’t have a line. When she was younger she wanted to get a tattoo of one, just to make her look normal, but since then the tattooing of the lines have become illegal. I guess there have been too many people in Agatha’s position where they get lines and steal soulmates from other people. Agatha isn’t like that though. She just wanted a line, no words, to make her look normal.
Work today is slow as a bitch. Why does no one want coffee? Coffee is great. I am debating getting some when the door dings open. Two people walk in, but the sun from outside blocks my view of them.
“Honesty, Simon, do you really need to go to every single store in London to find these bloody scones? I want to go home,” a girl’s voice said.
“Yes, Penny. You know I am addicted to them.”
I rolled my eyes. Wow, I thought. Scones? Then I froze. I thought wow. Is that..?
Simon and Penny walked up to the counter. “Hi! Do you have scones?”
“Um, yeah, what kind do you want?” I asked him, movements slow in case he realized that maybe I was his soulmate.
“Sour cherry,” he said. And then he froze. “Give us a minute will you?”
He dragged the girl away and whispered to her. His hands were moved everywhere, he gestured to where his line is, and he blushed when he realized I was staring at him. I got the sour cherry scones for him, I didn’t know how much he wanted so I just gave him five since they are sold in bundles of five. I waited for them at the counter. Penny went and sat down and he walked back to the counter. Holy shit. He’s really cute.
He has bronze curls and blue eyes. His face is covered in freckles and little moles and it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.
“I have five scones for you, do you want more?” I ask him.
“Five is good, but I would like your number,” he replies. Damn, he’s good.
“Let me get that for you..?”
“Simon. My name is Simon “Your Soulmate” Snow.“ He actually used finger quotes around "Your Soulmate.” He smirked like hell when he did that. Why did I feel like he should never smirk?
“That’s smooth, Snow. That’s smooth,” I whispered as I was writing my number on his receipt. “Now, just because you are my soulmate doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay for these scones and my number. That’ll be 3.49.”
“Does that include or not include your phone number?” He asked, handing me the money.
“My number costs one date with you.” I answered, handing him the scones and my number. “I’m off in an hour.”
“I’ll wait for you here,” he winked and walked back to Penny, who was silently recording the entire encounter.
“Did you get it?” Snow whispered just a little too loud.
Penny smiled. “Every bit of it.”
I don’t think I hate my line anymore.