Found You (One-shot)

Found You

     

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"Okay," you said, tongue poking out slightly as you grabbed the nearest pen, which happened to be an obnoxious hot pink, but you really couldn't care less, "I've got a meeting with Amelia at 2 in the cafe down the street, a thesis due in 2 weeks, and a surprise birthday party for my younger brother at the kids' restaurant around the block two days from now."

'I'm sorry Mister Soulmate', you apologised and finished with a satisfied sigh and clicked the pen close, eyeing the scribbles on your arm. God, you wondered how the hell your teachers put up with you. You could barely make out your own writing, that too only when you squinted.

"Seems like you've got your hands full for the rest of the day," Mya chuckled, sliding a tray of food in front of you as you shoved your backpack underneath the metal seat.

"For the next two weeks, really," you shrugged, mouth twisting into a grimace when you saw the mush on your plate. "This looks like dragon barf."

"And you look hungry. When was the last time you ate?"

You stopped your actions mid-way, mouth falling open as you realised.

Mya looked at you, sighing and plopping her head up on one palm, a knowing look on her face. "You forgot to have dinner last night, didn't you?"

"I swear I had written it down!" you protested.

"Honey, you have a problem if you forget to have dinner, " Mya remarked, hands clasped atop the table as she looked you in your eyes.

"Guess I was just a lil' busy, that's all." you mumbled, glancing at the itinerary across your limbs, refusing to meet Mya's gaze.

You weren't lying when you said you were busy. You had stayed up until four in the morning to complete an essay, which you had conveniently forgotten about until the teacher mentioned it in class. You still remember the sheer panic that had overtaken your body, fear coursing through your veins like adrenaline as you realised that you had written a paragraph only, and even that paragraph was your interior monologue on how much you regretted taking Literature. You ended up downing six cups of coffee and losing sleep over that bloody essay.

But you wouldn't dare tell Mya that.

Last time you forgot to take care of yourself, Mya had stayed over for a whole two weeks, making sure you did everything on time and 'took care of yourself properly'.

Not that you found her presence annoying. It was just that you found solace in being alone. You valued your privacy more than Mya valued her makeup, and that was saying something. And Mya, well...let's just say that her idea of privacy was a lot different to yours.

"This happens one more time, I swear to God I will be staying over for a month."

Your heart felt a little heavier than before as you nodded mutely, and suddenly, even the mildest of appetites that you could possible have vanished.

"You're eating that," Mya commanded, reading your doubts and pushing your plate closer to you.

"M' not hungry."

"You literally skipped dinner and I'm betting my life you missed breakfast too."

You opened your mouth to retort and say 'I did have breakfast, you twat' but black lines, slowly forming on your arm distracted you as you found yourself mesmerised by the penmanship of your soulmate, who seemingly had much better handwriting than you. Okay, even a donkey would have better handwriting you, but that was beside the point.