It's weekend again. That means no classes and he would be free of stress. Not that he ever gets too stressed. That day, his body decided that waking up in an unusually early hour is a good idea. He tried to put himself back to sleep, but he couldn't seem to fall into slumber once again. He chose to get up instead. He went out of his room and opened the door next to his room. His brother was still asleep, which was a normal thing since it was only 06:30.

Patton didn't actually know what he wanted to do. He could maybe try to cook, but that was usually Damien's thing and he wasn't in the mood either. He went to the kitchen and had a glass of water. Retreating back to his room, his mind drifted to random things. 'What would happen in the future? Will Damien and I still stay together and share everything like we are right now? Will he be a successful lawyer like he wants to be? How about Logan?' His mind halted at the thought.

Logan. The stiff, somewhat robotic soulmate of his. He remembered how he had offered reassurance that time in the coffee shop a few days ago. Having Logan there to just hold his hand made a big difference. It was as if his presence and their little contact drowned out all the tension that was hovering above them. His mind started to wander again, thinking of what life would bring him in the future. Once again, his thought drifted to those icy blue eyes, cool and mysterious.

Patton hadn't actually known Logan for long. Only a month and a few weeks. There's still a lot they don't know about each other. And Patton was eager to find out more about his soulmate.

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"Hey, Dee," Patton broke the comforting silence that settled in the kitchen. Breakfast that morning was simple, but good. Two waffles for each of them—with strawberries—and bacon. The twins didn't have any plans for the day, so they were going to stay in.

"Ya?"

"Why did you want to be a lawyer?"

"Well... 'cause I'm a good liar, good at bullshitting," Damien said, then he added, "and I sound convincing, so yeah."

Patton only nodded in response. Damien had always have a habit of lying, especially in high-stress situations. Sometimes, it wasn't even lies. Instead, he would just speak in reverse. Though, Patton got used to it. His brother was bullied for his odd speech when they were younger, but now Damien have learned to control it better. Patton had been furious the first time someone called his brother a 'slimy snake,' but Damien just went with it. He just started hissing at people when they called him snake. 'Living up to my name to the fullest, I guess,' Damien had thought. Now, he doesn't do that anymore, but he still feel the urge to hiss at people he doesn't like.

After breakfast, Damien was about to turn the TV on. He wasn't in the mood for too much social interaction. Everyone knew that Damien wasn't a people person, but he wasn't all that bad with people. Some people find his cool demeanor charming and mysterious. Damien himself didn't understand how or why people find him charming or even remotely attractive and he didn't know how to react to that information. He once thought that maybe people see him that way, because he's basically an identical copy of his brother, who most people find cute. Well, almost identical, anyway. When you've seen your face and your twin's face side-by-side for who knows how many times, it's going to start looking very different.

Patton, though, had other ideas. He really wanted to do something today. He wanted to go out and just enjoy the warmth of the still-rising sun or the still-cool, fresh breeze of the morning. His thoughts of soulmates from that morning came back to him. Remy and Damien had gone on a date—was it a date?—when they were in the coffee shop a few days ago. He doesn't know a lot about Remy yet, but his brother seemed to like that boy. And Patton knew that Damien didn't usually like people all that much. So, that must have said something about Remy—right?

"Dee, let's go out. To the park! So we can see the little doggies!" Patton said with excitement, already pulling his brother out of the living room. "I swear, it'll be fun!"

Damien didn't like that. Not one bit. He really didn't want to go out. However, he didn't really have an excuse not to go either, so he obliged. "Kay, kay, yeah. Whatever, Pat."

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The coffee was getting cold. He had bought the coffee at the stall near the entrance of the park earlier. Patton was playing with the little dogs that were running around the park and Damien was left to sit alone on the bench, sipping his coffee. Honestly, Damien didn't really mind to be left alone in the park, as long as he can see his brother in his field of vision. However, alone also meant that he was left with his thoughts.

His mind would drift to random topics. 'Do tiger cubs meow? What would happen to my brain if I isolate myself? It's weird that we cook bacon and we bake cookies... What's in the fridge in the apartment right now? How do I not know that? I literally cooked this morning.' After a while, his mind started to run through his memories. One by one, moment through moment. Then, he stumbled on the memory of his hour.

'Oh yeah... that was wild.'

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Damien was out alone again. It's the middle of summer and he had too much free time in his hands. So, he chose to spend his time in his favorite coffee shop, Jacked Up Coffee. The atmosphere there was always so relaxing to him. The smell of coffee, the reddish hue of the sunset sweeping across the interior of the cafe and the sound of smooth jazz in the background.

While waiting for his order to come, he took out his phone and browsed through it. His social life wasn't the most exciting thing on the planet, so his social media feeds weren't that interesting either. It's mostly just memes. Bad ones. A few boring minutes later, he put his phone down on the table—oh and look, the coffee is here. Finally!

All of a sudden, he felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head. It wasn't intense, but it wasn't a welcomed sensation either. He held his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the table for support. When the pain went away, he looked up again. And then the pain was back. 'Am I getting sick or something? It's annoying.' He closed his eyes, hoping the pesky headache would go away soon.

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted with darkness. Literally, darkness. He was sitting in a dark room with the lower half of his body covered with thick fabric. 'Blanket,' He vaguely noted. He quickly realized he was sitting on a bed in a darkened bedroom. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see the outline of the room properly. He went to turn the lights on.

The bed he was sitting on wasn't that small. It could fit two people, though it would be a tight fit. It was covered in soft, black and brown sheets with white accents. To the left of the bed was a small desk with minimal decoration. Next to the desk, tucked in the corner against the wall was a stack of canvases. The smallest one was visible. It was a painting of a small bird. On the other side of the bed was a wooden bedside table with an alarm clock on it and a lamp. Next to the bedside table was the door, next to which he was standing. There were posters on the wall and two of those were of a band he didn't recognize. 'Leningrad?'

Damien was wondering how he got there. Was he dreaming? 'I thought I was in the coffee shop a second ago?' When he drew the blinds open, it was dark outside. 'The fuck...' What is happening?

He looked around the room to see if something else was wrong. His eyes found the alarm clock. 00:00. 'How is it midnight? I thought it was five p.m.! Where the hell am I? What is happening?' Then, he noticed a phone on the desk, still charging. He unlocked the phone using fingerprint—and he vaguely realized that it wasn't his phone, even though he could unlock it with his fingerprint, but he was too confused and slightly panicked to care—and checked the date and location.

"Okay, okay," Damien thought out loud to help himself think. "So, I'm in Russia. In motherfucking Russia! And it's seven hours ahead of Florida here." He walked in circles in the room, trying to make sense of what is happening. "Alright, Dee, you got this! How did you end up here?"

His eyes darted around the room again. Then, he saw it. It was a small card with words written on it:

С днем рождения!

What is that? What does that mean? He unlocked the phone again and typed in the phrase on the browser to find what the phrase said. He had to draw out the characters one by one, which read 'S dnem rozhdeniya!' Then he typed that out for a translation. 'Happy birthday!' was the translation result. Birthday? Who's birthday? Oh... Oh...

"I'm in the fuckin' hour! Holy shit, my soulmate is Russian?!" He was starting to freak out again. What was he supposed to do? One minute he was in Florida, enjoying a nice evening alone and then a second later he was in a dark bedroom in Saint Petersburg. Who wouldn't freak out? He was literally in a different continent!

Alright, so, note first! He walked to the desk, hoping to find something that he could use to write. He found a bundle of post-it notes and a pen. He needed to sort his head out first. What to write first and all that. He can freak out—and maybe rant on the note—later.

Damien Harvey (21)
Florida, United States
Sanders University - economics and pol. Science
(I want to be a lawyer)
I have a twin brother (I'm older)
Well, I'm sorry if you don't speak English,
but it's the only language I speak.

It was annoying that each post-it only fit seven broken lines. He added the last two lines, because... well, he didn't know why. If his soulmate did speak English, those two lines would be redundant. If they don't speak English, those two lines would mean nothing to his soulmate. However, he continued his rant anyway. He added another post-it note and wrote again.

I was planning to write a small little thing,
but it looks like I'm not doing that right now.
So, I'm in Russia. It's insane.
What if someone came in and decided to
talk to me? How am I gonna answer?
I don't know why I'm ranting here, you might
not even understand what I'm talking about.

Feeling like he'd had enough with the note, he checked the time again. He still had forty minutes. Which was a lot of time to do nothing else. So, he decided to go outside. The house wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. The living room was big, with an equally gigantic fireplace on the opposite wall of the entrance. He kept walking through the house. When he reached the kitchen, he was quite amazed. It was big with marble counter tops and a big kitchen island in the middle. Upon closer look, on the side of the island was two small fridges built into the structure.'That's pretty hecking cool.'

Suddenly, there was a voice behind him. "Remus, pochemú ty ne spish'? "

Damien whipped his head back, finding a middle aged man looking at him with sleepy eyes. 'Oh fuck, what do I do?' He tried to find his words, to say something, but his mind advised him to stay silent. 'It's not like I know any Russian...' He remembered writing a possible scenario of someone finding him while he was having his hour on the note. Well, his fear came true. At the end, he just nodded nervously and head back to the room in a rush. He could feel the man stare at his back, but he didn't dare to look back again.

Once he got the door closed, he leaned against it and sagged in relief. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted another door opposite the window. Next to the door was a light switch, indicating that it was a bathroom. Damien decided to go into the bathroom to see his soulmate for the first time. It's not like he cared if his soulmate was actually good looking or not, he was just curious.

The mirror in the bathroom wasn't too big, but it was big enough for him to be able to see half of his body. When he saw the reflection in the mirror, his mind went blank. 'Geez, what is it with Russia and gorgeous people?'

The first thing he noticed from his soulmate was those eyes. It was such a weird color. The green color of the eyes is so pale, but it was definitely green. Like a pair of beautiful jade beads. The deep auburn hair complimented the color of those pale eyes so well, it made the subtle color pop. The jawlines were so ungodly defined, Damien had to trail his finger over it. Pink lips adorned the face, which curl into a sweet smile. Looking down, he could see the white shirt he was wearing fit very well, though a bit loose at the waist. He dared to put one hand under the shirt, feeling bumps of muscle. He felt one strong, straight line down the middle of the abs. Going a little bit up, he could feel his chest, flat and a little hard.

He was getting more curious, so he lifted his shirt up to see underneath. 'Oh man...' Damien couldn't help himself but trace over the subtle lines of muscle on the waist. The forearms also had visible cuts, though not extreme. 'This guys is probably the hottest person I've ever seen...'

Going back into the bedroom, he sat on the bed. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do. He still had twenty five minutes to kill. So, he turned the lights back off and wrapped himself in the soft, thick blanket. He supposed it made sense to have thick blankets here, since Russia gets really cold in winters.

Damien never thought he would ever have a soulmate. Having a soulmate was always a weird thought to him. He thought, he didn't have a soulmate and for a while he was fine with that. Now, though, he was having his hour and he had been stuck in his soulmate's body for about forty to forty five minutes. Thinking about the idea of him living his life alone was getting a little sad and depressing.

Damien had never liked being alone. He wanted to have many friends, but he knew it wasn't his scene. He was always awkward and he constantly lie when he's in a bad mood or in a high-stress situation. Sitting on that bed, Damien was starting to think that maybe a life alone would not be very interesting. Maybe, it wasn't so bad to have a person in your life that you could depend on and you could... love.

He kept thinking about soulmates and his life in the future. He was getting deeper into his mind, so he wasn't aware that his times was almost up. When he felt a headache coming, he thought nothing of it. Then, he remembered that the headache meant he had to go back. It was time. As another wave of headache came, he thought, 'There's so much distance between us, when will we ever meet each other?'

A minute later, he was back at Jacked Up Coffee. Nothing seemed to change and no one around him seemed to even notice what just happened. The girl a few tables away was still reading her book and that guy sitting across the room was still on his phone. When he looked down, he saw that his coffee was already halfway done and he could taste the slightly bitter taste of coffee in his mouth. 'That's interesting.' Another thing that he found on the table was a small note.

Remus Galanicheff (19)
Yes I'm Russian. And yes, I speak English.
See you whenever I'll see you.

The note was short, but it stirred something inside Damien. He folded the note carefully and put it in his pocket.

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Damien was pulled out of his memory when a small dog approached him, butting its head softly on his leg. He put his now-cold half-cup of coffee on the bench and reached down to pet the dog. Patton came running and flopped himself next to his brother on the bench.

"Oh my goodness, it's so cute!" Patton reached his hand down to pet the dog.

"Skittles! Skittles, don't annoy people. I told you to stay with me." A young boy came and squatted next to the dog. Then, the boy looked up at Damien and said, "Sorry, mister. Skittles was having too much fun, I thought I lost him again."

"That's alright kid. Your dog's pretty cute." The boy only nodded in reply and smiled. The boy looked to Damien's side—at Patton—and back at Damien again.

"Are you guys twins?" The boy asked timidly.

"Yep!" Patton answered enthusiastically. He always liked it when people asked about their twin-ship—Patton wasn't sure if that's a word, but that's what he call his relationship with his brother. "He's eight minutes older," Patton said, pointing at Damien with his thumb.

The boy nodded again. "That's cool. I've never seen adult twins before. All the pair of twins I know are my age." The boy said with a hint of fascination. "Alright, I have to go now. Bye." Without waiting for a reply, the kid ran off with his dog.

Once the boy was out of sight, Damien spoke up. "It's weird that people still ask if we're twins. You think being asked that question for twenty one years would make you get used to it."

"Well, I'm fine with it." After that, it was silence. The good kind of silence. The one that you enjoy, where you just absorb your surroundings. The birds singing in the trees, the warm sun hitting their skin and the sound of children playing in the park.

"Hey Pat, what did it feel like the first time you met Logan?" Damien asked after a long moment of silence.

Patton still remembered that morning in the coffee shop when he met Logan for the first time. It felt so long ago when it was only been about a month and two or three weeks. The first time he recognized Logan it felt relieving. There was no other way to describe it. It felt like he had just found something he thought he lost. Like that satisfying feel when you finish a herculean task.

"Well, I..." Patton tried to piece his thoughts together. "At first it was weird. Like, 'oh wait, I know you even though I've never met you.' It just felt...right? As if there was some kind of magic."

"Yeah, magic kinda makes sense Pat. I mean, no one on Earth has ever explained this phenomenon of people having their souls transferred into their soulmate's body for an hour and all that. It's literally magic."

"I guess so... Why'd ya ask?"

"Oh, nothing. Just curious."

Patton looked unconvinced by Damien's answer, but he nodded anyway. He still, however, threw his brother a skeptical look. Little did he know, Damien was thinking about his soulmate again. What is he doing right now? Is he alright after that whole fighting thing a few days ago? Damien didn't realize this at that moment, but he was actually missing his soulmate. It was a very peculiar thought, given that they've only known each other for a week. But, Damien missed Remy. He just didn't realize that.

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And once again, you've reached the end of the chapter. The next chapter would—hopefully—be more exciting. Thank you so much for reading!! Please leave some feedback in the comment section, let me know what I should add or take out.

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Russian stuff, y'all (roast if you spot a mistake):

С днем рождения
S dnem rozhdeniya
[Happy birthday]

почему ты не спишь?
pochemú ty ne spish'?
[why aren't you sleeping?]