Soulmates // 5sos {ON HOLD}

To the Moon // Michael Clifford

Who says matching tattoos can't express true love?

{Idea is mine}

WARNING: Coarse language (Just to give you a heads up; basically all of them will probably contain swearing, so sorry if you don't like it)

Song is: Valentine // The Get Up Kids

>.<

Michael's POV

Funny thing was, it was actually a mistake.

I got it one night, when I was drunk as shit. Obviously, I don't remember a thing, I just woke up and it was there. I wasn't mad, I actually kind of liked it. But somehow, it led me to a feeling of nostalgia. Every time I looked at it, thought of it, hell; even just have a certain word mentioned, that same feeling would overcome me. Honestly, I didn't have a fucking clue what that nostalgic feeling was for; I could never think of anything or anyone to do with it. But that was until I met you.

I remember it was a warm fall afternoon. People were making their way from one place to another; running errands, shopping, or simply going for a walk, nothing out of the ordinary. I, however, was trying to get to the music shop before someone else bought the cd I ever so wanted. As soon as I got to the shop, I ran into an aisle. There it was. The last copy. Just as I was about to grab it, I saw a smaller hand come up beside mine, trying to get the same cd.

"Hey! What do you think your doing? I got here first!" I told the smaller human.

"You clearly didn't if I touched the cd first," the person replied.

"Well, you've certainly got quite an attitude you-"

I looked up, finally getting a good look at who I was talking to; ready to slay that bitch off a cliff. But I wasn't expecting what I saw.

Because that was the first time I saw you.

Fuck, you looked so beautiful I thought that I was going to collapse on the floor right then and there. I remember how you looked up, flipping your hair back gently. I remember how the sun's light perfectly captured your natural beauty. But most of all, I remember those eyes; those damn eyes, staring at me like they could see into my soul.

"Hello?"

"Hmm?" I said, still daydreaming.

"You still there?" you said.

"Huh? Oh, right. Um, uh... you can have the cd. It's alright. I didn't even want it that much anyways."

"Come on, you were probably just about to kill me for that cd. You can have it."

"I'm telling you, I'm completely fine with you having it. It's the gentlemanly thing to do." I said, matter-of-factly.

"Um, how 'bout no. Take it." you replied, shoving the cd into my hands.

I sighed. Why couldn't she just take the damn cd? I thought. Hold up... I got an idea.

"Well, since you're being ever so generous about giving me this cd, let me repay you. Wanna go out for coffee?" I said, leaning up against a rack. Yes Michael, get it in.

''I would love to, but I don't go out with strangers." You replied quite sassily.

Damn, kitty got claws.

"I'm Michael. What's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Great, now we're not strangers anymore, let's go!" I grabbed your arm and started to pull you to the door.