Princess and the Popstar

When all I want is you

Keefe Sencen noticed something.

He noticed something that he'd never felt before.

His mouth was moving, and words were coming out, songs, beautiful, beautiful, stupid songs--

But he wasn't in control of it. Someone else was singing it for him. He wasn't in control of his own voice.

But that made no sense, that couldn't happen. That only happened to people with--

His eyes snagged on Sophie, where she stood, stunned, on the podium, her mouth moving in perfect sync with his.

The microphone picked up every word he sang, and it echoed around the field. He blinked, startled, in the lights.

"Wise men say only fools rush in--"

"--But I can't help falling in love with you--"

Sophie clapped her hands over her mouth, and then she was moving, running, dashing for him.

The next thing he knew, she was up on the stage, her arms around him. His whole body screeched to a halt, his mind whirling through everything that had just happened.

"You idiot," she gasped, reaching for his face, her hands so soft, so perfect, he couldn't make himself lean away, even though with her touch the echoes of her words yesterday flickered through his mind like memories of blades and fingers and blows and every ache he'd ever felt.. "You're my soulmate?"

His blood ran cold.

"No," he said, softly. "I don't have a soulmate, I don't--"

She cut him off with singing, and his words stopped, and the exact same song came out of his mouth, synchronized with hers. "Take my hand, take my whole life too, cause I can't help falling in love with you."

He looked at her, his eyes wide. "I'm not--"

"Sing something," she whispered. "Please."

He picked the randomest song he could, the line from that vine, "You are my dad--"

"You're my dad!" She sang the same lines as him, in perfect sync, and his heart literally stopped beating in his chest. He couldn't think, breathe, or feel.

She brushed her fingers over his face, but he jerked away.

He blinked, fiercely, the burning in his eyes making him forget where he was. The lights hummed, silently, above him, and someone was talking to him, but he couldn't see who they were. Someone in the crowd was yelling. Someone nearby was shouting at him, but he couldn't really hear them.

"Kiss her!" Someone in the crowd screamed. The flashes of cameras echoed from the thousands of cell phones, taking flash pictures of this moment, he couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

"Keefe?" she asked, slowly, her honey-brown eyes writing a story of concern. Something deep flickered through her eyes, sick and scared and sad all in one. She looked like something had just hit her through the chest with the force of a semi-truck, and she'd broken every bone in her body, and knew something beyond whatever he could see.

The feelings hit his chest like his own personal semi-truck.

She was his soulmate.

This girl was his soulmate.

But he didn't have a soulmate, how could she be his?

She was his soulmate--

No, he thought, no, this is all a trick, this is something wrong. There's something wrong with me, there's always been something wrong with me. I'm alone. I'm alone, I've always been alone, and this is a nightmare I'm going to wake up from, because she hates me, she hates me, I hate her, I have to--