They say your soulmate has a mirror copy of your smile.
So I knew I would never have a soulmate. Because I don't smile.
I knew however my best friend would have the sweetest soulmate. Because she had the sweetest smile.
I have a reason to not smile often though. My mother died when I was seven. My sister died when I was eleven. And my father is never around, and when he is he is a total dick.
I do, however, have a stepsister. She is the smallest, quietest, and most loving girl in the world. And she is dating a sweetheart too. He is a football player and really bulky. But he isn't mean or anything. I also believe he is still afraid of me. I give off that kind of vibe.
A lot of people think I'm goth or emo. But I'm really not. I just like wearing all black and sitting alone at school.
My best friend on the other hand, she is the worlds sunshine. She is friends with everyone. She stands up to bullies. She plays like one million sports, nah just lacrosse, soccer, track and field, cross country, cheer, gymnastics, and softball. She is top dog in all those sports. She is also in all honors classes, top in class. ALSO she plays piano, violin, bass, guitar, AND she can sing. She's also bilingual. She speaks Greek, German, French, Italian, Spanish, Roman, Irish, Sweetish, and English for fun. But that's just cause she has multiple relatives in places that speak those languages. Her family is VERY spread out. She had to learn most of them to communicate with them. Don't believe me? Not lying. But on top of that, she still has time for her best friend sense kindergarten, me.
While I sit at home trying to study when I can only think of her. Her name is Miya. My name is William.
Today is one of my bad days. Where my depression hits me like a brick building. And I just can't function. It hurts to breath and even think. Good thing Miya has soccer practice. Or she would be over here, probably worrying about my 'state'.
I was sitting on my bed, head in hands, when I heard the most beautiful music flood through my window. I turn to see Miya's window open and she was sitting on her bed playing guitar and singing. Oh yeah, did I mention she lived next door, and when we were younger we made our rooms mirror copy's of each other's. Yeah.
But something was wrong. The music was sad, lonely, when it was usually upbeat and full. She was singing What Happened to Perfect, by Lukas Graham. But when she usually sang that song it was as a joke and she was always smiling her sweet smile. But now she was singing it like it was the truth.
I pushed my back onto the wall behind me and closed my eyes. I only just realized now that Miya had never moved anything in her room. So it was still just like mine. Except hers was full of bright colors. Mine was darker.
Tears started falling down my face, as the song Miya was singing brought up memories of my mom and sister.
I hadn't noticed the music stopped until I heard her voice. "Willy?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Fine..."
"Stop lying and look at me."
I opened my eyes and slowly got up. I trudged over to my window.
"Hey."
"Hey Willy."
"You okay?"
"You're the one crying, why are you asking me?"
"Because I know you're sad. You were playing sad music. You're never sad."
"Oh. Right." She gave me a sad lonely smile. And for a second, looking at her smile, I saw myself.
"I'm coming over." She closed her window and I watched her leave. I sat back on my bed and covered my head. I knew she would be here soon 'cause I gave her a key to my house. I heard the door open downstairs. The stairs creek as she skipped steps coming up. The hallway thud with her every step. And finally, the sound of my door opening and the feel of my bed dip as she sat down next to me and hugged me tighter than ever before. I freed my arms and held her. She breathed in and out. And I could hear her heart beat.
"You know about that saying, 'Your soulmate has a mirror copy of your smile'?" She asked me snuggling closer to me.
"Yea."
"I was looking in my mirror earlier, and I wasn't smiling. So I made myself smile. And you know what it looked like?"
"A smile?"
"I'm serious." She shoved me over still in her arms.
"Okay fine. What?"
"Not 'what' silly, 'who'. It looked like your smile when you're sad."
"So my usual smile."
"Yea."
"Oh."
"And I was wondering if your smile, you know, if you were genuinely happy, like as a kid, what it would look like. I can't remember the last time I saw you actually smile at me. That's why I was sad."
"Oh. I'm sorry." She looked at me. "For making you sad."
"No. It's okay. Willy. Why don't you smile anymore?"
"A lot of reasons."
"Tell me one." I said nothing but pulled out of her grasp and set my head in my hands.
"Willy."
"A reason is I can't see my mothers smile. A reason is my sister isn't here to make me smile. A reason is my dad says he loves me but at night says he hates me. A reason is because you're not mine. A reason is my life. A reason is my baby sister can't have a good life because she's trapped here. A reason is you don't love me back. A reason is-"
"Will..."
I looked at her. Tears falling down my face. She was smiling. A happy smile.
She leaned over. And kissed me. Sweetly. On the lips. She kissed me and I kissed back.
She pulled away. Still smiling.
"I can be yours. You just need to ask."
"Miya. Please. Be my girlfriend, so you're always smiling."
She hugged me. "Yes"
"Oooooooooooooh. That's sooooo cute!! It's also going on snapchat." We looked at the door and Colette is standing there. Aka my 'baby' sister.
"COLETTE!"
"Okay okay. I'm going." She closed the door and I heard her walk away.
"I'm sorry." Miya started laughing. "I love you."
"What?" She stopped laughing and just stared at me. Smiling.
"I love you." I repeated.
"I love you too."
I smiled. A happy smile.
"See? Your smile looks just like mine when your happy."
I pushed her over and cuddled next to her.
"I guess the saying is true then."
"We have Mirror smiles"
