♡ My Soul ♡ (Oc x Oc)

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"Absolutely not," I say making his smile drop quickly.

"What? Why not?" He sighed, giving me an exasperated look.

"Well I don't know Jake, you cut all ties of with me for four years and then you come back out of the blue asking for me to travel to a moon planet with blue cat aliens!" I huffed giving him an angry look for the millionth time tonight.

"Aww c'mon, I'm real sorry about that," he said, his voice had a light tone but his face got dark quick and it shocked me.

Jake had been making fun of me but he wasn't so good either. He had dark circles under his eyes, he was scrawny and he had beard stubble on his face. Oddly enough I knew Jake didn't like having a beard, which meant something was up.

"Jake.. I'm real sorry, I am, but I just.. can't.." I let out a long sigh and felt warm tears starts to push past my eyelashes.

"Don't cry trooper, just think about it ok? 24 hours would be best if you make up your mind" He smiled sadly and turned away from, leaving silently.

As stood there crying to myself silently, showing emotions infront of people was weird. Well to me anyways.

"Hey, hey don't cry," I felt a pair of warm hands lay on my shoulders comfortingly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm sorry for troubling you this late. It's already and hour past closing time," I said laughing a little.

This whole day has been weird.

I look back at her and smile before leaving her standing there with a pitiful look.

I've never made it into my apartment faster.

I ran in with tears running down my face and ugly sobs coming out of my mouth.

I fell onto my bed and cried into my pillow a little bit. It felt weird, after being emotionless for so long, especially ever since my brother died. I guess Tom's death really hit us both.

Tom was such a kind caring soul, he loved everyone he met. He was an extremely hard worker, I remember all the training and studying he did when he was preparing to go to Pandora. He had some PhD for that or whatever. I never really cared about all that.

Before he can go, he's shot for the money in his wallet.

That was enough story time.

I sat up, wiped my face taking in deep breaths.

"I need to think," I tell myself out loud.

I laid down and closed my eyes, letting thoughts pass back and forth in my head. This was all so confusing, how did I know if it was real? How was I supposed to know he wasn't crazy?

My thoughts stopped for a moment just complete silence. I guess it won't hurt to find out.

It was almost unbearable to pick up my phone and dial his number. What was I doing? This was a joke. It rang twice before Jake's tired voice came through. It was 5 in the morning.

"I'll do it," I told him, a long stretch of silence following my answer.

"Are you joking?" He asks, skepticism in his voice. I visibly shake my head.

"No, I'm dead serious, cross my heart and hope to die," I say a small laugh coming out.

"Oh that great!" He sounded happy... really happy. He yawned a for a moment "hey meet me back at that bar tomorrow, well today, at 4 p.m, ok? And make sure to pack like.. a lot of your shit" He said.

"Sounds good... Good night Jake," I lowered my voice now almost to a whisper. He bid me goodnight and the minute I hung up I fell asleep.

***

Ughhh, shut up stupid alarm," I groaned into my pillow, feeling around for my phone. I fiddled with the screen until it shut off.

I looked at the time on my phone and nearly pissed myself.

"Fuck! 3:49?!" I got up and scrambled around my room for something good to wear which ended up being a black turtle neck with some white slacks and some black suede shoes. I put on my favorite gold chain necklace and put on a black band ring. Both pieces of jewelry had been Tom's.

I grabbed out a suitcase and shoved in a ton of clothes from my closet, some bathroom appliances and some woman appliances too. I checked my phone once more.

"3:52! He's gonna run me over with his wheelchair!" I shout and drag my suitcase behind me all the way to the bottom floor. I think I hit a few people with my suitcase as I ran through the crowded street.

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"Tsk tsk tsk, 2 minutes late trooper, that 50 pushups," a male voice called to me as I put my arms behind my head to catch my breath. I laughed a little before finally catching my breath.

"Ok I've got what I need, where are we going?" I asked leaning against my suitcase. He smiled and nodded towards the road.

"Well, it looks like our ride is here now," he says a he wheels to the curb while a black car pulls up. It's a completely black car with the darkest tinted windows I had ever seen.

"C'mon!" Jake beckoned to me as he opened his door and heaved himself into the car. I folded his wheelchair and stuck it in the trunk with my suitcase before hopping in on the the other side.

"Damn Jake, you got yourself a private driver?" I asked a bit of awe to my voice. He laughed shaking his head.

"Oh no, he's required to pick us up this one time," he said with a yawn. He looked haggard.

I looked out the window as random thoughts passed through my head until one specific one hit me, right in the head.

"Wait we're going to space... We're going to slace?!" I almost screamed, he nodded at me as if this wasn't relevant before. He then coughed before looking back at me awkwardly.

"This is a very bad time to tell you this but y'know those avatars? Well they need time to grow and well... That kind of takes time, and so does getting to Pandora..." He says.

I look at him tilting my head in confusion. He shakes his head looking at his knees for a moment.

"Your gonna have to go into cryo sleep," he said with a flat tone. Any emotions dropped from my face.

"Why wouldn't you tell me this earlier?!" I was shouting now. He shrugged as if it completely normal. Cryo sleep was popular nowadays, keeping how you looked now and skipping ahead some time.

Cryo sleep is basically putting you in this deep sleep where you don't age and don't eat. I've even heard that you don't dream, guess I'll get to see since I already agreed to be here.

The car pulled to a stop and the guy motioned with his hand to get out. I took in a shaky breath before getting out.

This was going to be an adventure.