sing me to sleep | laurinah *under editing lolol*

prologue

lauren always grew up believing the idea of a predetermined soulmate didn't make much, if any, sense. it's explained to everyone at a young age, with as much understanding as a classroom full of sixth graders more worried about acne and middle school could care to conjure. the adults in lauren's life's didn't seem to ever understand the whole thing much, either.

as far as soulmates went, lauren didn't know a whole lot about hers. she guessed that no one does, really, until they meet them, but occasional glimpses into their music offer some sort of picture of them. this was a third time this week the lyrics to love on top were floating through the barrage of thoughts that made up lauren's brain, and said soulmate is lucky it's a catchy tune. otherwise she'd have been sent on a grippy sock vacation.

baby it's you, you're the one i love, you're the one i need. you're the only one i see.

she smiles softly, glancing around her classroom as she taps the eraser of her pencil against her notebook. she decides she probably wouldn't be able to keep up with her professor much today.

she didn't mind much.

[ . . . ]

studying abroad was supposed to be the time of her life, wasn't it? dinah thinks to herself, positively fuming as she marches her way to her fourth block period. america was a cool, fun, inviting place, right?

maybe so, maybe america was an amazing place to explore and embrace; but her fücking soulmate was ruining it.

i don't wanna be your boyfriend,

dinah does her best to suppress a groan, dropping into her seat and pulling her books from her bag. always with the dumb indie büllshït

when you need a little company. i don't wanna be your boyfriend, no.

dinah decides then and there that when she finally meets this soulmate, she's going to slap them.