The Soul Mate. (Kellic.)

Chapter 1.

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"Kellin! You're going to be late for school if you don't wake up now!" My mother yelled. Truthfully, I hadn't even slept all night. I was too nervous about what today would bring to even consider sleeping. For the past 5 hours I've done nothing but stare at me ceiling, thinking about how much today could change my life. Only 2 things were certain for me: 1, by the end of the day, I would meet the one I would spend the rest of my life with, and 2, no matter what, today was the day my mother would kick me out and never talk to me again.

I groaned and swallowed the watermelon-sized lump in my throat. Everything in my room was packed into boxes, ready to go into my car which was almost positively going to be my home for the next few months. I didn't have much, only about five or six boxes that would easily fit into my trunk, along with my clothes and guitar. I tried to savor the last few minutes in my room, but from now on I couldn't afford to be late or absent. No need for the school to call my mom and ask questions. I got out of bed and went to my bathroom to shower.
The shower, like most people, was where I did a lot of my deep thinking. Even though I had known this was coming, I still had absolutely no idea what to do now that it's here. My mom throwing me out on my seventeenth birthday was bad enough, but on top of that I also had to worry about meeting my "soul mate." You see, someone else out there is also celebrating their birthday and probably being as nervous as I am about meeting. Questions raced through my head. Do I already know them? Is it a guy or a girl? Will they actually like me? Or will they leave me just like everyone else has?
Some years ago, some scientists discovered how to create "soul mates." They observed genetics of millions of people and found a correlation between how certain traits match up and who people are attracted to. They are born on the same day, always. 99% of the time, its been proven to work. I can't help but think I'm in the one percent and will end up alone forever because the person they're supposed to be with hates them. That just might push me over the edge that i'm already dangerously close to.
Once I finished my shower, I threw on my favorite pair of jeans, a Nirvana shirt, and my black toms. I put on a yellow hoodie to cover my arms and a black beanie since I didn't bother with my hair. Most people would try to dress up a little today, but I have always thought first impressions should be honest, not false smiles and lies. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
My mother was in the kitchen eating cereal. I was too nervous to eat anything, really, but I sat down at the dining room table with her anyways. It hit me that the woman across the table never loved me. Maybe i'm just an unlovable failure, like my father always said.
My mother cleared her throat. "I have to work until 4. If I get home and you're still here, you'll be sorry." She glared at me. It took all I had not to collapse on the floor and sob.
"Just one question, mother. Why do you hate me so much?" I whispered.
She sighed. "Because you tore my family apart. You made your father walk out on me. You broke my heart. If you weren't such a clingy little bitch, maybe your father would've stayed!" She yelled bitterly. "Just get out of my damn house! I hope I never see you again!"
Hot tears flowed down my face and I heard a car horn outside. "You know what? Fuck you, mom." I said calmly, and walked out without looking back.

I had my own car, but my best friend, Jesse, had been picking me up for school and taking me everywhere I needed to go for the past few weeks. To "save on gas money" as he told me. Jesse knew about my...predicament, and I would crash at his house, but his parents hated me almost as much as my own did. They thought I was a bad influence, which made no sense for two reasons. Jesse was a year older than me, and he taught me how to smoke and drink and basically all of my street smarts came from him.
"Hey bro! Big day today!" He said sarcastically, meaning my seventeenth birthday. However, after what had just occurred, I couldn't take it anymore, the stress and nerves and worry; I promptly burst into tears.
Jesse had always been the one I'd go to when I was upset, so he knew how to handle me. He knew all he could do was be there and listen to me. He comfortingly patted my back.
"We skipping school again?" Jesse grinned as I nodded my head. I suppose missing one day of school wouldn't get the principal on my ass. Even if he would, if I explained today was my birthday, he would let me off with a warning, maybe a lunch detention. "Where to?" He asked, shifting the car into drive and pulling away from my- well, my mother's- house.
"A-Anywhere but h-h-here." I sniffled. My tears were starting to dry, but I still felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. I didn't know how to handle this much pain anymore. I know how I would've handled it a year ago, but I'm never going back to that again. I promised Jesse and my other friend, Justin.
"Hmm...How about we go see a movie? Or we could go to that awesome music store that's like an hour away and we never get the chance to go to!" Jesse knew exactly how to distract me. Music was the only thing that distracted me from the sometimes crushing weight of the world shattering down around me. We were even in a band together, along with Justin and two more of Jesse's friends, Jack and Gabe. We were still in the garage-band phase, and we didn't have a name yet, but we have some songs made and I think we're pretty damn good. Jesse and I would usually collaborate on the lyric writing, and then show it to the guys and put some music with it. My favorite song of our band is one I wrote totally on my own, and it's the most personal thing I've ever written. It started as a letter to my father, and somehow turned into an amazing song. Justin titled it "A Trophy Father's Trophy Son." I was the singer and occasionally a keyboard player, Jesse was our guitar player and our screamer, Jack also played guitar, Justin played bass, and Gabe was our drummer. We planned to become an actual band band after we finished high school.
"Sure. I have to be back before three though." I received a message from the people who run the soul mates system to meet my new lover at three p.m. at the nice park about three miles from my own house. Meaning whoever it is, lives pretty close to San Diego, if not actually here.
"Ahh, so that's the magic time, is it?" Jesse smiled warmly. "I promise, it'll be fine. When it happened to me, I was so nervous. But now I have Ashley and I couldn't be happier. And that's what's going to happen to you. Whoever it is will fall in love with you and you them and everything will be perfect."
I nodded and absently smiled back. Honestly, I didn't know what I thought about the soul mates system. I mean, there are good things to it, like the divorce rate has gone down to just below 5% of the population and is still decreasing, and there aren't as many homophobic assholes out there because most gay couples have been matched together through the soul system and many finally believe being gay is not a choice. It's meant to happen, and the genetics are pure proof of it. But I can't help but feel it takes away our freedom. Since most people stay with their soul mate forever, the percentage of single people at any age above eighteen is almost negligible, so it's either love the one you're stuck with or be forever alone. Literally.
I rolled down my window, as my motion sickness could sometimes be cured my the cold air beating against my face, while Jesse blasted the radio.
And now, from a new artist in the San Diego area, here's Yeah Boy and Doll Face by Pierce the Veil! The host announced. I gasped. Pierce the Veil's debut album, A Flair For The Dramatic, was released about three months ago and I've been a fan from the beginning. They've done a few local concerts, but I've always been busy the nights they performed. The lead singer, Vic, his voice was slightly higher than the average guy's, like mine, and I definitely looked up to the band as they were what I aspired to be one day. They were going on a nationwide tour with another band, A Day To Remember, as their opener in about a month. They were big, for a band so young. Vic was only sixteen, while his little brother, Mike, the drummer, was fifteen. The guitarist and bassist were eighteen, but still seniors in high school. How they would keep up in school and tour at the same time, I had no idea. I wanted to see them live badly, but their last concert in the area was tonight, and I assumed at the time they were performing I would either be with my "soul mate" or finding a place to park my car overnight, not to mention I didn't have any money to spare at the time for tickets.
At some point, I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I know I'm being shaken awake and we're in front of the best music store I've ever laid eyes upon.
Merrikat's Music was quite possibly my favorite place in the world. I had only been to the store once before, but as soon as I walked through the doors I knew I was home. It had everything I could possibly need, and the dudes who ran the store were really cool.
As I re-entered the store, it was exactly how I remembered it, only better. the smell of wood- these dude knew how to make their own guitars!- and coffee along with the music by the sadly deceased My Chemical Romance filled me up inside and made me warm and safe. Like no matter what happened, I would be okay if I stayed here.
"Hey! I know you guys! It's been awhile since you were here!" A guy with black and white hair came out of the back room...Jake, I think his name was?
"Yeah, but we would never stay away from a good music store." Jesse replies. Jack, that's his name.
"Of course not. Not to brag or anything, but Zack and I have the best place in the world." Jack said with a wink as another man, Zack, I assume, walked out and engulfed Jack in a hug and pecked him on the lips.
"Damn right we do!" Zack chimed in. We awkwardly looked at each other for a few seconds.
"Well," Zack spoke first. "Why don't you guys go look around and see what you like? You can come find us if you need help. Jack and I have some, uh, business to finish back there." When we realized what they meant, Jesse laughed while my face flamed.
"R-Right." I stuttered. All three of them laughed and at my embarrassment before Jack and Zack nearly ran to the back room. Jack peeked around the corner once more before disappearing.
"By the way, don't need us for about...oh, another half hour."

A/N: You guys should be proud of me. After like 10 months of me having an account I actually posted a story. So, yeah. This is the first fic I've ever written and I'm sorry its a lame title but I hope you enjoy it. :) and i don't wanna be that bitch, but yeah comments motivate me to write more so if you like it and want to read more faster COME MOTIVATE ME!