No More Guessing

Shawn

"Baby girl I have to go now," I say as I get ready to hang up the phone with my girlfriend Jennifer.

"No, baby, don't go please," she replies in her sweet, adorable voice I love so much.

"I'm sorry, but I really do have to go."

"SHAWN," I hear my mom calling for me from the kitchen.

"COMING," I yell back to her.

"Goodbye beautiful, I'll call you later tonight, I love you," I tell Jenny.

"Okay," she responds sadly, "I love you."

"I love you more," I say and hang up the phone and go to see what my mom wants.

"Yes mom?" I say coming down the stairs.

"What would you like to do for your 16th birthday?" she asks me.

"I don't know, nothing big. Maybe like something small for me and some friends."

"Okay honey well your birthday is tomorrow, and whenever I try talking to you about this I get the same exact answer from you. Are you sure you don't know what you want to do?" she says starting to get a little frustrated.

"Mom just let me handle it. It's not a big deal."

"Fine, whatever. I won't do anything special then," she says and storms off to her room.

There is something I kind of forgot to mention before... Tomorrow is the day when I meet my soulmate, and I'm kinda scared. I always get made fun of because I'm dating Jennifer. Everyone always tells me there's no point to dating because everything will work itself out eventually. I don't think that's true. I think that if you love someone you should get a chance to be with them because that might not be who you end up with in life. Jennifer and I have been dating for a year and a half now. I'm really scared to find out if she is my soulmate. We have surprisingly never talked about it. She choose not to know when she meets her soulmate and I'm perfectly okay with that. I respect her decision; I wish I had that much courage to do that.

. . .

I couldn't sleep last night. I might of gotten 3 hours of sleep in all. I get dressed and then walk downstairs to go eat some breakfast. I walk down and I swear I almost had a heart attack. I kid you not there is a whole group of yellow smiley faced balloons and standing behind them is my whole group of friends-excluding Jennifer- holding a happy birthday cake.

Before I can say or do anything I hear a voice in my ear.

"Smile," I hear the sweetest voice in the world say before a bright flash goes off in my face.

"OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" I scream.

"Good that was part of the plan," my friend Nick says as he hands me a slice of cake.

"Oh shut up," I say grabbing the cake and turning around a little to quickly.

"SHAWN MICHAEL DUBLIN I SWEAR," Jennifer says as I accidentally smash my cake into her face.

"Oops," I say laughing my head off.

I mean how can I help it; she looks so adorable standing there with chocolate cake all over her face. Just as I open my mouth to apologize she grabs another slice of cake from Nick and smears it all over my face.

"What the hell was that for," I ask with a mouthful of cake.

"Meh, you deserved it," she responds with a devilish look on her face.

Suddenly a thought crosses through my mind. In the midst of all of this I completely forgot about the small, little clock on my wrist. Before I can even look down my mom comes pounding down the stairs.

"What is the meaning of all of this," she says.

I actually take the time to look around at the mess we made. Pieces of cake everywhere: on the ground, on the counters, and all over us. There's also a group of creepy balloons off to the side. I can't help, but laugh. We look like complete idiots. Just standing around with cake smashed on our faces and in our hair.

"What mom? No happy birthday," I say still half laughing.

"You guys are going to clean this all up before you go to school, and if you don't there will be no 16th birthday party."

What party I wonder? I clearly told her I did not want a party. Suddenly for the second time that morning I realize that I still haven't taken a look at my wrist. It takes me at least 30 seconds before I can make my eyes point that way, and at least another 30 to open them. I start crying.

"Jennifer, baby, let me see your wrist," I say with tears running down my face.

I roll up her sleeve and take off the black bracelet she has wrapped around her wrist.

"I can't believe it," I say as I hold both of our wrists up next to each other.

Staring back at us are the exact same numbers. 00 days 00 hrs 00 min 00 sec. I can't believe it. My baby girl, the person I've been in love with since I met her is my soulmate. That was the highlight of my morning; not the cake war, not the surprise from my friends, not anything else. It was the fact that I get to spend the rest of my life with Jennifer. My soulmate and my best friend, I'm the luckiest guy in the world.