THE STORY OF US - elams ♡

(longest) prolouge

alexander
(not usually first person)

            i turn 17 today. 17. its also the age when you get the name of your soulmate somewhere on your skin. like your hip, or back, or hand. it doesn't come until the exact moment you were born, though. i was born at 8:39 AM on december 30th. very unlucky, i know.

           it's 8:34, and my mom and brother are crowded around me; waiting for the reveal. however, i don't really care. im bisexual, and my family knows that. even if they don't support me and really hope it's a girl, it's how life is. so it could be a girl or a boy. and im suspicious to see the results.

          there's a 99% chance i don't even know this person. 8:47. ugh, it was almost time, oh 8:48. that's peculiar. so many thoughts are roaming my mind, what if it is a boy and what if my family refuses? i mean, my mom and dad were soulmates, but they didn't work out.

         my dad left when i was 10. and i haven't had a dad since. there's a 1% chance that will happen, and it happened to my parents. if you walk the streets you can see the plastered names on someone's arm or leg or neck, it's most common to get on your hip though. so that's probably where ill get mine.

           "its time honey. happy birthday." my mom mumbled and looked me up and down. my eyes widened as i looked at the clock and felt the knot tie in my stomach. i shouldn't be nervous about this. it's just something everyone goes through. my mom searched me up and down and found a name on my hip, "ah here it is!" she looked at the tiny type written looking print on my hip, "elizabeth schuyler." she whispered, a big smile on her face. "that's your soulmates name, elizabeth schuyler." my mother said and nodded. i sighed and tried to process this. ive liked many people, but have never met or heard of an elizabeth schuyler.

          however, i heard of the schuylers. they were extremely rich and that usually meant sassy and petty for me and my family. i have heard of angelica, the oldest schuyler sister. but no one else. "there's one more, down there." my brother stuttered and choked. my eyes widened and the lump reformed in my throat. two? i didn't even think that was possible.

           my mom crouched and lifted up my pants, and folded down my socks, revealing another name in tiny text, "john laurens." she sighed and closed her eyes. what was happening?
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third person

eliza groaned as she rolled around in bed, she was only 16, so didn't have her soulmates name yet. she didn't plan on having it until later, but then her parents noticed a small, shaded mark on her heel. which a soulmates mark never came on. atleast, it was very rare. her birthday wasn't for another two months.

she sighed as she sat up and looked at the clock on her bed stand 10:00 am. great, she had dance in an hour. eliza got up and took a hot shower, singing all the way through, she threw on her dance clothes which the mark was so visible in, she cringed just slipping it on.

she packed her bags and ran downstairs for breakfast. she made herself a plate of toast and eggs and yawned and she felt her face twitch. that was strange. she thought awkwardly. eliza shook it off and scrolled through her phone for about five minutes, answering texts, emails, comments, blah blah.

it was finally time to go and she sighed, swinging the bag around her back and hopping out the door after waving a sweet goodbye to her sisters. eliza skipped into the car as she drove off to dance class.

being 16 and already having a clue of your soulmate is definitely a weird thing, especially for eliza. she didn't see it coming and knew it had to mean something. anything.