When you reach the age of 12, your hair changes color to the sexuality flag of your soulmate, whether they know it or not.

Everyone else at my school has black and white hair. I checked. I know.

My hair's the fucking rainbow.

But... I'm not gay.

I know it's another guy because I've heard of people who have lesbian soulmates, and their hair is NOT my color.

I wear hats most days to avoid staring. But in case you haven't noticed, it's a little hard to cover up the brightest colors on the planet.

It's not right. I can't have a gay soulmate. I'm not gay, I *like* girls!

I'm sat at a café right now. It's one of the few places where I can let my hair loose, or at least hide it less. I still get weird looks from the black and white haired people. I try not to let it bother me as much.

I said you get the colors at 12. I'm 18 now. I haven't met anyone who hasn't had black and white hair in my lifetime.

"Coffee for Cameron?"

I'm taken by surprise at first. It's a new voice, one I've never heard before. I've been coming to this cafe every day for two years. I raise my hand slightly and walk up to the counter. I reach to grab my coffee from the attendant, looking up to see this new comer.

Holy shit.

My hand is suspended in midair as I stare at the individual in front of me.

He's got a fairly skinny build, with a tanned skin tone. He looks around 18 as well, and he has a lip piercing. But the first thing I notice is his hair.

It's pink, purple, and blue. The bisexual flag.

"Your--"

"Yes, I know my hair is weird. Are you going to take the fucking coffee or not?"

"What? No, I wasn't trying to be rude, I don't-- What I'm trying to say is-- here."

I pull off my beanie to reveal my rainbow hair all a mess.

He smiles as he places the drink in my hand, lingering for a few milliseconds too long.

"I'm sorry about that. I just started working here yesterday afternoon and I got a ton of stares. It's.. nice to meet someone like me. Cameron, was it?"

"Y-yeah."

He shakes my hand. "Heracles. Yes, like the Greek hero."

I smile. "That's a cool name." I take a few steps back. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I'm planning on it."

"Cool," I say, walking back to my seat at my computer. I put my head in my hands.

I have a fucking crush.

Could he... be the one?

Am I the bisexual individual he needs to meet?

I'm freaking out just thinking about it.

I look up at him and he smiles at me.

Heracles. It is a cool name.