Underneath The Same Sky (Soulmate - Michael Clifford) - Part 2
I got SO many requests for this that I decided to make it a whole series. I took quite some time(sorry!), because I wanted to plan out the whole thing before uploading anything, so I don’t have to change anything later. It’s gonna have about 4 - 6 parts, and I’m already writing the next bit :)
HERE ARE SOME SONGS TO SET THE RIGHT MOOD:
JoJo - Too Little Too Late
Christina Perri - A Thousand Years
The lyrics of these songs don’t necessarily fit the story, they’re just there to make you emotional *grins*
When you woke up at 5 minutes past four pm, you had an idea. It was as if the stirring experiences of the past morning had transformed into a whirlwind of creativity and the need to express the new emotions. You could see the sun going down through the window, the evening sun lighting up your room in an orange colour.
You got up and brushed of your dungarees, that you hadn't bothered taking of before going to bed this morning. You considered changing your clothes, but then, with a look at your watch, decided to just head into the city like this. The shops would be closing in 45 minutes, and you needed to get some materials.
The memories from just 10 hours ago were still fresh, and your dreams had been partly disturbing and weird. Your soul mate's voice had been ringing through your brain all night, but you had awoken knowing what to do next. You were going to paint a gigantic painting on your living room wall. It was as if the experience and emotions were to big to fit onto one canvas and your heart already fluttered with excitement at the thought of the final result.
You got into the kitchen, gulped down a glass of water, stuck an elastic between your teeth and put your hair up into a ponytail while walking down the hallway to the front door.. You fixed it with the elastic and slipped on your boots, grabbed your keys, which were lying on a chair next to the door and left the apartment, letting the door fall into place behind you.
You skipped down the staircase, the sound of your fast footsteps echoing through the house and made your way into the city. You were lucky enough to live quite central, so you reached your destination within 10 minutes.
The shop you were approaching wasn't an art shop. It was sort of an all-around shop. They had electronic devices, kitchen utensils, soap and bathing supplies, CDs, DVDs and a lot more, including wall paint.
You headed through the sliding glass door and for the big section of wall paint, right next to a row of TVs in all sizes, all playing the same program. The shop was not very full, with a few people here and there. A young man was looking at the big display of CDs and you made a mental note too have a look there too before leaving.
You were trying to decide what colours you were going to need and how much of each one. You would only buy the basic shades first and then come back if you needed more specific ones. As you were looking at the label of a big bottle of white paint, a shop assistant stepped next to you and started speaking. Good, no. Please!
“Are you looking for something specific?”, a voice said.
You looked up and his smile widened. You couldn't stand shop assistants. It wasn't hatred, you understood that this was their job, but you sometimes couldn't stop yourself from being unintentionally rude to them, so they would leave you alone.
“I'm planning to make a wall painting. I'm just choosing the colours, but I'm fine, thanks.”, you said with a sort-of tight smile. You were hoping that you had made it clear enough that you wanted to be alone, but apparently not.
“A wall painting?”, the assistant had a lost expression for a second, then put a finger to his chin while staring at the display of colours. You awkwardly put your hands in the pockets of your dungarees and looked at the man, waiting for him to say something.
“Well, we obviously have different types of paint, I have never had someone wanting to paint a picture on a wall, if that's what you mean.”, he looked at you and back to the display and continued rambling.
You listened for about 15 further seconds, nodding and “Mhm.”-ing every now and then, until you simply zoned out. Your eyes unfocused and you stared at the blurry outline of his face, the blob of colour that was his mouth still moving continuously. The sound of his voice grew faint and the quiet background noise of the row of TVs steadily louder in your brain.
“...-the “She Looks So Perfect”-singer had a stage accident this morning at their show in London...”
Something about this sentence sounded weirdly familiar to you. You wondered what it was for exactly 1.5 seconds, until an all too familiar sound suddenly filled your ears.
Your head snapped around to the wall of TVs next to you, your eyes wide open in shock. A blonde lady in a red business-like dress was standing at a counter, speaking to the camera with a professionally worried expression. The line at the bottom of the screen read “Michael Clifford injured by pyrotechnics during concert”. Then the picture changed and a video was being played.
The sound was very quiet, but you still recognised it instantly. A boy was jumping up and down in the middle of the stage, to the thumping of a drum. A boy with a guitar was running from the back of the stage to the front, a guitar slung over his shoulder. You could see it coming, because you remembered it clearly from last night, and at exactly the moment that a flame hit the left side of his head, you twitched, and held your hand to your face, cringing and remembering the pain.
He ran behind the stage. You could remember the blind fear that had been running through his veins at this moment. It was all so fast and surprising that you hadn't even had time to really register that you were looking at your soulmate. You had found your soulmate.
The picture changed back to the news-woman. She continued talking. A picture was being shown next to her head. As soon as you laid your eyes on it, you sucked in a gulp of air in shock.
It was a boy who seemed to be standing on a red carpet, judging by the wall behind him. He had vibrant red hair, but your eyes instantly flicked to his. They were looking directly at the camera, and, looking at him, it felt as if a great tidal wave of emotions was crushing down on you. His stare was sucking you in and everything about his face instantly seemed perfect, from the light pink lips pulled into a smirk to the eyebrow piercing and streak of hair across his forehead. You held your breath and stared at the picture in awe, when it suddenly disappeared and the woman changed the topic.
“Excuse me? Are you okay?”
Your head snapped back to the shop assistant, who was looking at you with a worried expression.
“What? Yeah, I'm fine, sorry. I zoned out.”
He looked unconvinced and quirked an eyebrow. You awkwardly continued: “You know, I'll just get these two for now and come back tomorrow if I need something specific.”
You held up two bottles of black and white paint. Turning around quickly, you said “Thanks for your help”, and headed for the counter. You ran home and within nine minutes you were standing at your front door. You unlocked it, entered the apartment and closed it behind you, leaning against the door, breathless. As realization of what had just happened crashed down on you, you slowly let yourself slide down against it, until you were sitting on the floor, still in your black leather boots.
For eighteen years you hadn't ever even considered trying to find your soulmate, you knew that you didn't want to meet him. You loved him, you loved your connection and you never wanted anything to change.
It had never been hard for you to resist searching for your soulmate, as you had a lot of self-discipline. But now, everything had changed. You knew his full name and you had seen his face. It took a lot of self-control to not just search him up on google, where you could probably find every detail of his life within seconds. You would have seen a picture of him sooner or later anyway.
“Fuck.”, you groaned and covered your face with your hands.
The next part is gonna be from Michael’s POV!
As always, thanks for reading, and I LOVE getting feedback from you, or requests, or anything else nice, and you can do that
Oh, and am I the only one who’d rather be left alone in shops? ^^
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