The Soulmate Program *editing* // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 6

Kay's POV
February 16th

I'm not the type to stress all that much about clothing, but I let my nerves get the best of me.

Suddenly my off-the-shoulder top had too much shoulder, the bralette I chose to go with it (because strapless bras are hell) wasn't the right shade of blue, and my jeans had a few too many rips.

"Hey dad!" I called for him and soon he arrived at my door.

"What's up, Buttercup?" He said and brought a smile to my face. That's what he said to me every night he came home from work when I was little. While that little reminder eased my nerves, I was still freaking out.

"Well Chrys didn't pick up her phone. And neither did Sienna. Now that I think about it because of the time difference they'd actually be having dinner right now..." I shook my head to stop myself from rambling, "Anyway, I was just wondering... do these shoes look old and kinda worn out to you?"

I held out my plain black converse. I've had them for a while now and the more I looked at them the older and dirtier they seemed.

"Cause I also brought these boots that are pretty new," I showed him, "They hurt my feet but, uh, they might look nicer."

My dad only smiled and sat next to me on my bed, "To he honest, I don't know anything about shoes. But I think I might be able to help anyway."

"How?" I mumbled, letting both pairs of shoes fall to the ground.

"By telling you to go with your gut. Your soulmate is your perfect match, he's going to love you no matter what shoes you wear. It's kind of the whole point of soulmates," My dad spoke, holding me closer as he tried to calm me down.

"And you know what I think?" He continued, "Any guy would love a girl like you, regardless if you wore the best shoes in the world or walked out of this building barefoot. You're so intelligent, Kay. You have a heart of gold and you never let anyone pressure you. I could go on forever. What I'm trying to say is that you're more than your shoes."

I wrapped my arms around my father. Somehow he always knew how to make me feel better.

"Thanks, Dad." I said.

"You should be thanking me! I'm the one who raised you like that. Who knows where you'd be without an amazing dad like me." He joked, lightening the mood considerably.

I laughed, pulling away with a smirk, "I'm telling Mom you think she would be a bad parent on her own."

"That's not what I said you traitor!" He gasped, standing from my bed immediately.

"Get some sleep, alright? You've got a big day tomorrow." He said, making his way to the door.

"I know, I'll be out like a light in a moment or two. And before you go, thank you." I said, picking up my shoes and clothes to reorganize the mess I made.

"Love you, Buttercup," He said, shutting the door behind him.

February 17th

I woke up the next morning to the soft sound of a Shawn Mendes song that wasn't Kid In Love this time. After a few months of the same alarm I have to change it or I'll go insane.