Emo Soulmate AUs

Kimya. Xx - Rikey

Mikey's POV:

Nervously, I bit down on my knuckles, tucking my feet further underneath my body. Sat on my bed in front of me was my notebook. Apparently it was meant to be exciting to communicate with your soulmate, but fear raked through every inch of my body as I looked at it.

It was a fairly thick book, about the same thickness as Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban, with a baby blue hardback cover. Printed into the cover was the two words 'Michael Way' and my birthday. That's how you could tell it was mine.

Cautiously, I reached out to run my thumb down the open edge of the book, taking a final deep breath as I flicked the cover open. My hand recoiled fast, joining my other one in my lap. The inside of my notebook was nothing like what I had expected, each page was lined with faint blue lines and full of the neatest cursive handwriting I had ever seen. The black inked words had not been written by me, obviously, so there was only one option.

My soulmate had been writing to me and I was too scared to even notice.

My eyes flicked across the page for a moment, just admiring the penmanship of my soulmate. Then I turned my attention to the first line, intrigued to find out what they had written but somehow even more terrified than before.

'Hey soulmate xx'

'I'm Ray'

'Guess you're not much of a talker'

'I'm not either really, I mean I'm almost 16 and I've not written to you before today.'

'I'm gonna go'

'Talk later?'

'I've been thinking. Maybe you'd prefer to communicate in a different way? It does feel a bit weird just writing to you in a notebook'

'You can email me if you want. It's _RayToro_356@gmail.com'

'It's late. I'm gonna go to bed. Xx'

'Sleep well soulmate. Xx'

He was writing to me like I was reading it but didn't want to respond. Maybe he got fed up and thought I was ignoring him. Had I blown it with my soulmate before we've even spoken? God, I hope not. Luckily, when I turned the page, I was faced with many more lines full of his handwriting.

'Hey xx'

'I thought you might feel more comfortable responding if you knew more about me so here goes.'

'My name's Ray Toro. I'm male, almost 16 and an only child. I live in New Jersey. I play guitar but who knows if I'm any good. I have a couple of close friends but I'm not really a social person.'

'I'm not sure what else there is to say'

'I'm not an interesting person'

'I'm gonna go'

'Goodnight soulmate. Sleep tight. Xx'

'Good morning. Xx'

'It's a Monday so I have to go to school today.'

'Don't judge me but I'm actually looking forward to it today'

'I'll talk to you when I get home. Xx'

I'm not sure why it took me this long to realise but, all of a sudden it hit me. I'm gay. My soulmate is male, I'm male, that makes me gay. How was mum going to react? And dad? Oh god! Breathe Mikey, breathe.

I picked up my notebook, closing it and clasping it tight in my hands as I shifted my weight off of where I had been sitting on my feet. Hesitantly, I reached a foot out, pressing it against the cold floorboards of my bedroom floor. My feet move one after the other, leading me down two flights of stairs to the basement and a familiar door. I reached one of my hands up to knock against the stained wood; the other continued to squeeze my notebook tightly, my knuckles starting to turn white from my tight grip.