Time Stood Still

Ollin

*Ollin*

(Oliver Sykes + Kellin Quinn)

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"Ready for the big day, hon?" My mom asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I mumbled.

I shooed my mom out of my room and threw on a muscle shirt I made that said, "I got out of bed today!" with a cartoon of a star. I slipped on some black skinnies and laced up my black Converse.

I thundered down the stairs, swiped a piece of toast, grabbed my bag on the way out, and started walking towards town.

"Sykes!" I heard my best friend, Matt Nicholls, call me.

"What, Matt?"

"Is today the day?"

I nodded, taking a bite from the cooked bread.

"You wanker! What are you doin' in those rags?!" Matt gestured to my outfit.

"If she," I shuddered "Likes me, she'll," shudder, "Like me for who I actually am."

"You never know, they could be a guy," he said.

That calmed my anxious nerves a little. "But what if he turns out to be like Josh?" I asked Matt.

Matt shrugged before telling me, "If he's your clockmate, he wouldn't be like that. Calm down, mate." I let out a shaky breath and wiped the crumbs off my shirt from my quick breakfast.

Matt and I talked about lighter subjects until we reached town square. "Hey, I'm gonna go hang out with Lee. Good luck, ahright?" I nodded and trekked towards my favourite music shoppe.

I entered the store and greeted the employees working there before beelining to the CDs. I reached out for a Slayer CD and saw the clock on my wrist ticking down.

5 minutes 49 seconds

I put the disc back and moved over to the small apparel section the store held. I held out tank top with eyeballs all over it. My hands were shaking. Am I really that nervous? I checked my clock again.

3 minutes 17 seconds

I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. I can do this. I can do this. I moved onto the coffee shop next door.

1 minute 59 seconds

"Hi, how can I help..." The barista looked up and he stopped and stared. I stared right back. His raven hair contrasted with his porcelain skin. Tattoos scattered on his arms. From behind, he looked like a girl, but he was definitely a guy. His name tag read "Kellin."

My clock started beeping the same time his did. The people around us started staring, smiling, and clapping.

"I-I'm K-Kellin," the barista introduced himself nervously.

I smirked. "Oliver. Oliver Sykes."

I did it.

I found my clockmate.