An: This is a short chapter, but the next one will be longer. I promise. This is just to start things off.
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Michael's pov
"Come on Mikey! You need to find your soulmate." Ashton said knowing I hate the fact of finding my soulmate.
It scares me to even think about finding my soulmate because you age with them and you're meant to die with them, but that's not always the case. Sometimes they die before you and you stop aging again until you find your soulmate again. Most people can't bare it because it could take them decades or longer to find them again. Most of them commit suicide, but what happens when you die? Is there really an after life or you're soul just dies off too? The thought of it terrifies me. He knows this too. Honestly, I think he's doing this just to piss me off.
"Why would you even mention that to me? You know I'm just going to say no." I said rolling my eyes at him.
"Mikey, I know you're scared to, but what's so wrong with it? You meet the one you're meant to grow old with, the one that loves you, and the only that would do anything for you. Death is nothing to be scared about. It's just a thing that happens too everyone." He said trying to reason with me.
"Ashton will you please just drop it? I really just don't want to argued right now." I said rubbing my temples in frustration. I was preparing for a headache that I was about to get from this ridiculous conversation.
"Get up right now. I'm taking you out. You need to see the wonders of finding your soul mate." He said pressing my patience.
"How about no, you asshole."
"Michael, get up now or so help me-"
"I said no." I told him cutting him off.
"Get your ass up before I put you six feet under myself." He threatened.
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"Where are we going?" I said irritably.
"We are meeting up with a couple of friends. Now, be quiet." He said sighing.
I slumped in my seat and huffed in frustration. I looked out the window and began to wonder why is he dragging me out here when he knows nothing would change my mind? Why can't Ashton just understand that I don't want to die? That I think there is a better reason then finding the one. That it just leaves to pain and sorrow finding them. I don't care who it is, I just know I won't ever search for them, ever.
I'm not crazy to not want them, but I rather be immortal and live forever. I want to explore the world, like I've been doing for God knows how long. I want to do crazy things, but not meet anyone knew. Anyone that talks to me that I don't know, I keep the conversation short and dismiss them.
I don't ever want to be near them. Being near them is letting them get close too you. They make you become infatuated with them. They real you in and make you their bitch. Slowly, everyday you get closer and closer to death until you meet allotment demise.
"We're here." Ashton announced.
I groan because I know he's not going to drop this, ever.
"Will you stop complaining already?" He annoyed with my attitude.
I roll my eyes for what seems like the millionth time.
"No I won't." I said bitterly while, getting it out of the car I look around trying to figure out where Ashton dragged me too.
He replied with a sigh.
"Mikey, please believe me I'm doing this for your own good."
"My own good? You want me to die!" I said furiously.
"Mikey calm down." He said trying to put me at ease. "I'm not trying too. I want you to see how much more happy you could be."
"Happy my ass."
He ignored what I said as we stood their looking at each other. He could see in my eyes I was beyond angry and upset with him.
"Come on let's go see my friends." He nudged me.
"Whatever."
"Just be nice to them. They mean well." He said sternly.
"No promises."
"Please?" He begged.
"Fine."
