I try to steady my breathing. I shouldn't be worried, but I am. I've never had a serious relationship before. No one had I guess. I was the first of my friends to have the count down. May 31st, 2017, 11:45 pm. This same thing is printed on some guys arm and I will meet him today. I look at my phone, 11:43. Any minute now. I straiten my hoodie, it's a Malic hoodie, obviously. I look down at my skinny jeans, there's a little ketchup spot on one of the knees but it's not really noticeable. My shoes are fine, these black vans have been with me for years so it only seems fitting that their with my now. I check the time again, 11:44. I count down the seconds as I look through the vinyls, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Then he's there. Looking at me. Raven hair, Amber eyes, and ... a Malic shirt. We look at each others wrists and read aloud.
"May 31st, 2017, 11:45 am."
He smiles and says, " Hi, I'm Simon. Who are you?"
"Reagan."
"Well Reagan, what should we do first?"
And I grin.
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Count Down
RomanceA short little story I wrote. I got the idea off a tumbler post. This is a story about a world where everyone is born with a birthmark on their arm that tells the date, year, and time that they will meet their true love. What I'm going to do is a ba...
