it’s like a switch that wakes him from his slumber, bleary dark blue irises traveling to the itch of his wrist as the inky numbers scream back at him through the silence of his bedroom. he’s gone days without thinking of the soulmate situation, but now his thoughts consume him. what was his soulmate like? he didn’t have any expectations, any fantasies; he couldn’t care less the gender of the person or the looks. the natural world had decided for him and while he didn’t have many beliefs, he did believe in THIS.
anticipation is what courses through his veins the entire day - after not being able to fall back into a rest after being woken up. too much had been going on in his head, a chaotic mess. the sad thing is, jeff wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone what it had been, either. they were fleeting thoughts that had been gone with a whisper of the wind, new ideas replacing them as they went. his parents - okay, his mom - noticed his giddy restlessness at the breakfast table, a smile adorning gently aged features as she gazed at him. she didn’t have to ask to know what had gotten him so anxious as he shoveled the food into his mouth and washed it down with the glass of orange juice sitting at his placement. soon enough, he was giving her a kiss on the cheek and bolting out of the front door, bounding down the steps to his car.
he’s strolling down the sidewalk leisurely, scuffed sneakers kicking at the dirt in an attempt to distract himself as his hands were shoved in the pockets of his letterman jacket. he’s looked at his wrist twenty times in the past hour - or it felt that way at least, anyway. he knew time was dwindling down but he didn’t have the heart to check again. it was becoming obsessive and he knew he had to be patient. bottom lip is sucked between teeth as he collides with another.
jaw slackens as deep blue pools shift to the face of the other, as if searching for something. there’s a skittishness that the other possesses as his cheeks turn pink and he speaks; something that complements jeff’s outgoing, loud presence. he doesn’t bother lifting his sleeve because he knows. this is who the world decided he belonged with and he wasn’t mad in the slightest. lips turn upward in a goofy grin, eyebrows raising as he shakes his head dismissively. “don’t worry about it, i wasn’t watching,” he utters, lightness dancing in his tone as he speaks.
@brxkngilbert // continuation of [ this ]
