Mr. Right - Soulmate!Sam Wilkinson
âUgh I hate this damn tattooâ you groan loudly looking over your shoulder into the mirror. âIt ruins every outfitâ
âDonât be so mellow dramaticâ you friend Allie says tossing a jacket your way. âSays the girl who had a complete tattoo before she hit pubertyâ you sass slipping your arm through the sleeves hiding the splotchy mess of color on your back.
âWe canât all be so luckyâ she winks. âNow come on weâre going to be lateâ
The two of you walk up to the club bypassing the obnoxiously long line of partygoers waiting to get in. âThanks babeâ Allie says kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. âEvening Y/nâ he acknowledges you nodding âSup Kyleâ you return his gesture heading into the dark club.Â
Less than an hour ago Kyle called Allie to tell her that Skate was doing a popup performance at the club. He had barely hung up the phone with her before she was rushing over to your place dragging you with her, not that you really minded. Any outing was a chance to meet Mr. Right.Â
Over the years you had tried to ditch the fairy tale dream but still a small part of you longed for a chance encounter with your one true love where your eyes would meet and youâd just know. Such a moment remains to be seen. Â
The club floor vibrates beneath your feet and the DJ hands over the mic as Skate takes the turntable. The vibe is hype as you raise your hands in the air bouncing gently to the beat trying not to break an ankle.
Itâs not even halfway through his second song when you feel a spark bursting in your back. You shake it off but it intensifies.
âAgggâ you cry clutching your shoulder, the pain jolting through your body. âShit Y/n are you all right?â Allie asks you supporting your weight. âIâll be fine Iâm just going to run to the bathroomâ you brush her off not wanting her to miss Skateâs performance.
You weave through the crowd when the pain suddenly intensifies as if someone just lit your back on fire. Fuck there like a million people here. Squinting into the darkness and throng on people you search for any sign that someone in as much pain as you but no one catches your eye.Â
With the crippling pain the only thing youâre able to focus on you make your way to the bathroom to collect yourself.
No one warns you that itâs going to hurt like a bitch. You think gritting your teeth. After what feels like forever you escape the sea of people yanking the bathroom door open nearly knocking over a couple making out. Just as you are about to slip between the small opening a flash of distinct colors catch your eye, the same colors youâd been staring at on your back for years were now on this strangerâs arm.
A cough from the stranger pulls you out of your fog.
âCan I help you with something?â he asks clearly annoyed. Well this is how itâs supposed to go. You look from him to the girl in his arms and back again a lump forming in your throat. âDo you have a problemâ he demands snapping his fingers in front of my face. âNo sorry thought you were someone elseâ you grumble pushing into the bathroom. Of fucking course. You dumbass, fairytales only exist in stories. You tug off your jacket revealing your new tattoo. It was beautiful. But did he really have to be making out with someone else? Bitch get it together youâre not even anything to him. Youâre right and Iâm not going to be, plenty of people are perfectly happy without their soulmate.Â
Pushing open the door slowly you brace yourself to run into the couple again but theyâre no where to be found unlike your friend who yanks your arm the moment you step out.Â
âSkate invited us up to his hotel suite letâs goâ
If there was the ability to bottle up a vibe and release it then thatâs exactly what happened in Skateâs hotel suite because it felt like you hadnât even left the club at all. You tell Allie to go have a good time just donât leave without you, not that you couldnât fend for yourself.Â
You stand to the window overlooking the city when a strong firm hands lands on your shoulder patting the sensitive area. Hissing you recoil under the touch moving hastily out of reach. âSorry new tattooâ you point having taken off your jacket âHoly shit wait right hereâ Skate hastens and before you have a chance to stop him heâs gone. You shrug off his response turning back to the window sipping your drink.Â
âI think you two should meetâ Nate says pushing forward a newly familiar blond âBathroom girl?â he questions âSloppy makeout guyâ you say raising an eyebrow. âUmm..â Nate says confused. âSam lookâ he turns your around exposing your back to Sam.
âHoly fuck, youâre herâ He exclaims. The color drains from his face like heâs just seen a ghost staring at your back.
âWell this is underwhelmingâ you say looking him up and down. Fuckboy.
âIâm Samâ he says extending his hand. âIâm... not interestedâ you reply looking down at his hand. He awkwardly retracts it shoving it deep in his pockets turning his gaze to the ground. Â
âWhatever I just thought you should meetâ Skate says leaving the two of you alone
âCan we sit and talkâ he offers shyly. âWhy donât you go talk to your girlfriendâ you sneer.
âI donât have oneâ he almost whispers âOf course you donâtâ you glare your voice dripping with judgement âWhat is that supposed to mean?â he questions offended
âWell I saw you making out with that girl is that just what you do?â you accuse pissed thatâs he the one youâre supposed to be with.Â
âAnd youâre being super judgy is that just what you do?â he throws back feeling over your attitude.
You take a sip from your cup down the rest of the liquid. âI get it Iâm not what you expectedâ he sympathizes his expression softening
Slouching down against the window you sit to the floor. âThis is such a messâ laying your head in your hands.
âCome on at least give a chance, I mean someone thought we were perfect for each other. You have to be a little curiousâ he says sitting against the window.
He was right the nosy part of you wanted to know everything about your supposed Mr. Right even if you were pretty sure you knew his type.
âOkayâ âYou drink?â âObviouslyâ âPerfectâ He gets up just as quickly as he sat dashing across the room.
âTrying to get me drunk?â eyeing the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand. âOnly if it makes you nicerâ he teases.
âSince you think youâve got me got pegged letâs play a game. For every fact you can guess about me Iâll take a drink and vice versaâ This is like taking candy from a baby.
âFine. Iâll let you go firstâ you reply smugly.
âYour friend brought you hereâ rolling your eyes you take a sip
âYouâre not a natural blond.â you smirk starting with the obvious âNo shit Sherlockâ he says pointing to his roots.
He looks at you in silence figuring out what to guess next.
âYou prefer drinking to dancingâ your jaw drops slightly at the accurate comment. âYouâre still wearing your shoes and itâs almost 2â He was right looking around you see various high heels strewn around.Â
âOur tattoo isnât your first, because while I was about to pass the fuck out from the pain you didnât even flinchâ you laugh. He pulls up his sleeve exposing the colorful ink. âDamn it looks good on youâ you whisper without thinking. âSo would youâ Sam husks gazing at you. Your heart pounds in your chest at his flirtatious words.
Guess after guess you find yourself opening up to him and learn that thereâs more to him than meets the eye. Â
âIâm sorry I really do wish we met differentlyâ he sighs wrapping his arm around your shoulder âMe tooâ you sigh resting your head on his. âSorry for earlier the judgy bitch thingâ
âWhat was that? I couldnât hear youâ he mocks âI said Iâm sorry for judging you when I saw you sucking face with someoneâ
âOoh that cut me right hereâ he jokes putting an X over his heart.Â
âY/n itâs time to goâ Allie shouts standing by the door. âIâll be there in a secâ you return not ready to leave Sam
Glancing around the hotel room your realize that the party has thinned out, the music has been shut off and there are only a few people left most of whom were heading for the door. Sam stands up helping you to your feet.Â
Sam hugs you setting his forehead against yours peering into your eyes. âIâm glad I met you tonightâ His hand trails your ear brushing a strand of hair behind it.Â
âI really do have to go Samâ you rasp âThen you should go maâ he whispers, your mouths almost touching. You can feel his breathe on your face the intensity of having him so close. Closing your eyes you let the feeling overtake you, everything about this moment you wanted to remember.Â
âY/n now!â He reluctantly lets you go kissing your cheek watching as you leave.
âYou were stuck to that guy back there like glueâ Allie says as you wait for the elevator âShut up I donât say anything about you and Kyleâ
âThatâs different heâs my- was that your soulmateâ you smile at her figuring it out. âWhen are you getting together again?â âI donât know...â âNo worries he can text you laterâ you stop stunned. You dash back across the lobby mashing the elevator buttons praying it to go faster. Sprinting down the hall you come to a halt at the open hotel room door.
Itâs empty as if the party never happened and heâs... gone.Â
A/n: this is my entry into @sammywilk-imaginations contest for the Varsity Mint tee or the White Bomber Jacket. Hope you love this!!
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