At age 4, Angel realized there was a mark on her wrist, the color of what looks like hair. She had seen this on her mom, and it was the same color as her dad's, but she thought it wasn't true.

"Mom!" She screamed. Her mom ran into the room and stood in front of Angel. Angel extended her arm out so her mother could look at the mark.

"Honey! That's your soulmates hair color. When they dye their hair, it changes on the soulmates skin." Her mother explained. Angel scrunched her eyebrows. Her big blue eyes stared at the mark.

"You can feel their pain, their emotions, their thoughts, almost everything." Her mom further explains. "So, all I have to do is find a boy who has this hair color?" Angel asks. Her mother nods. "But there's millions of boys out there with this hair color!"

"They can still feel your pain. They're probably listening to you right now." Angel's mother explained. Angel nodded as her mother left the room.

'You there?' Angel thought.

"Yes."

Angel jumped. The voice was so quiet, but she couldn't get it out of her head now.

===
16 years later.

I felt a pang in my thigh, so I immediately thought of my soulmate.

'You okay?'

'I'm fine, just got hit with a microphone'

The voice had changed over the years. Probably because of puberty, but he sounded attractive. I've never thought to look up this band he's in, and I probably won't. Maybe it wouldn't hurt...

'Do you want me to yell at them for you? So you won't get hurt like that again?'

'I'm good, thanks.'

After tuning everything else out, I continued working. Wiping off the counters in my apartment, I listened to the 5 Seconds Of Summer.

"She said to me, forget what you saw, cause Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!" I sang.

After cleaning up my apartment, I texted my friends.

Hailey❤️: this soulmate thing is crap. This bitch keeps singing something about Apple Juice

Me: It's not as bad as constantly getting hit with something or space popping in your mind

Taaliya: idk mine keeps thinking about coffee

Isabella: YOU GUYS
OUR SOULMATES ARE THE GUYS FROM WDW
excluding Zach

Me: damn, I thought he was cute

Isabella: yours could be Zach, I could be wrong. But Corbyn likes space and gets hit with water bottles and microphones a lot. And the hair matches

Hailey: which one likes apple juice?

Taaliya: coffee?

Isabella: Daniel = apple juice
Jonah = coffee
I'm guessing mine is Jack?

Me: this is a lot to take in. Let me look them up

I exited the group chat and went to google.

Corbyn from Why Don't We

Lots of pictures of a blonde boy with blue eyes popped up. This must be him. Glancing down at my wrist, I compared the hair.

Perfect match.

At the bottom of one image, it had his Instagram. Quickly tapping into my Instagram, I followed him. It's not like he would notice I followed him. He's famous, he probably doesn't even look at his notifications.

Corbynbesson followed you!

Oh my god.

Corbynbesson wants to send you a chat.

Dear god.

Gulping, I tapped my requests and opened his chat.

Hey! I'm really hoping this is my soulmate... you have the same hair color and your captions sound exactly like something my soulmate has thought!

Accept or decline?

Accept.

I quickly typed out a response.

Hey corbyn! You found me!

Awesome! It's so nice to finally talk instead of in our thoughts.
Do you by any chance live near LA or Virginia? I'd love to meet up.

I live in North Carolina, but I'm moving to LA soon.

Cool, I'm currently home in Virginia at the moment, do you maybe want to meet up tomorrow?

Yeah! We could meet up in Wilmington! It's a beautiful place here in North Carolina, I think you'd love it.

Ok, how long should I stay?

Hotels down there are expensive, so I'm willing to let you use my guest room. Also I would suggest bringing a swimsuit.

But what if I kill you?

If you kill me you wouldn't have another soulmate.

Oh that's true
I gotta go, we have rehearsals. I'll text you later.

Cool, bye!

I set my phone down on my couch as I turned my phone off. I can't believe I just found my soulmate, and maybe found my friends theirs too since they're in the same band. Life is crazy the way it works.

My phone pinged beside me.

Dance rehearsal!

Sprinting towards my room, I changed into athletic clothing and left my apartment with everything I needed.

===

"Okay! Let's run through everything that we just learned!" Mrs Owens yells through the large dance room. We all nod as she starts the 'Runaway Baby' by Bruno Mars. We all immediately start dancing. Sarah, the girl who thinks she's the best, falls as she does the hop we have to do. Rolling my eyes, I continue dancing. Mrs Owens stops the music, so everyone stops.

"That was great, other than a few of us messing up, I think it was good. Okay! Next song! It's a song called 'Come to Brazil.' It's by a band called Why Don't We. Anyone's soulmate?"

I shyly rose my hand. Everyone looked back at me. "She's lying!" Sarah exclaimed. "You wanna bet? You want to see our messages?" I snapped back. "Yes." She rolls her eyes. "Can I get my phone?" I asked Mrs Owens. She nodded so I walked to my bag and grabbed my phone.

I pulled up the messages from Corbyn and showed Sarah. Sarah rolled her eyes and walked away.

===

I exited the dance building and made my way back to my apartment. I didn't live far away, so I walked here. As I walked into my apartment building, I saw a familiar face at the desk.

"Mom?" I asked. She turned to look at me with tears in her eyes. "What happened?" I asked. She extended her arm and there was no mark.