The soulmate slut returns! But this time, she had a new twist.........

(I'm so proud of this idea like you have no idea)

ALSO THIS IS UNEDITED SO I HOPE ITS OKAY

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Jeremy itches his wrist. This is, the last time he will ever see his wrist. Or that little strip of skin anyways. From 3:15 pm on, it will be covered by a long grey timer.

The world has evolved in weird ways since high school. His life has turned into one big fanfiction. Today, everyone over the age of 18 will gather, and have timers installed in their wrists. At midnight, all the timers will activate, and count down to when each person will meet their soulmate.

Jeremy isn't scared. He has his soulmate. The same soulmate who is gripping his arm and squealing in excitement.
"Chrissy, calm down" he laughs.

"I can't calm down! My fanfiction dreams are coming true!" she gasps.

The couple sits in the community hall, surrounded by hundreds of adults. Everyone sits on a small chair in straight rows. Each chair is half a meter apart. Jeremy looks over to his fiancee with a smile. He's not worried. He knows who his soulmate is.

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The Timers Project is a sophisticated system that was designed to reunite 'soulmates'. To increase happiness and lower divorce rates, timers will be installed in everyone wrists counting down until the moment they meet their soulmates. They will be installed on everyones 18th birthday. To get the timers in circulation, they will be installed to everyone over the age of 20, starting at 20 and working up. Live and love to the fullest, and enjoy life with your soulmate

                       - The Department Of Timers

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The timers are about two inches long. Grey and silver, with the numbers 00:00:00:00:00:00, signifying the years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds until you meet your soulmate.
After getting them installed, Christine and Jeremy ran straight home. It's an important night and it needs to be perfect.

Fairy lights decorate the living room. Candles rest on every possible surface. Wine is on the table, pizza is on its way.

11:54:36 pm

"You nervous?" Christine asks.

Jeremy smiles. "Not at all"

They stand in the middle of the living room. Jeremy reaches out and holds his fiancées hands.

11:57:54 pm

Time seems to inch by.
Jeremy's thumb rubs against Christines engagement ring. He chose it specially to match her eyes. Although her eyes sparkle far brighter then any jewel on earth.

11:59:12 pm

Tears line their eyes. They smile to each other.
"Ten" Christine whispers.
"Nine" Jeremy replies.
"Eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two..."

"One"

There's no beeping. Christines face falls. Their breathing quickens. Where's the beeping?
Jeremy breaks eye contact first. He turns up his wrist, and his breath catches in his throat.

00:00:00:03:45:37

His stomach boils. Jeremy gags, before dropping Christines hands to run to the bathroom. Sounds of vomiting fill the apartment.
Christine just stands there. Tears silently roll down her cheeks.

She should've known. From the lack of sparks at the first date. From the forced smiles and laughs. Fake it till you make it right? Well they made it. And it was all for nothing.
The apartment door slams shut.

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"Jeremy? It's three in the morning" a groggy voice says trough the phone.

Jeremy hiccups, struggling to hold the device to his ear. "Heyyyyy Micheallll buddyyyy~"

"Jer, are you drunk?"

"Maybe just a litttttleee biiiiit~" he giggles.

"Jeremy what happened?" Micheal sounds more awake now.

"I thought that she was my soulmate. I dedicated alllllll of high school to her. I bought us an apartment. I bought her a fucking engagement ring! And it was all for nothing"

"Wait......is Christine not your soulmate?"

"TEN POINTS TO HUFFLEPUFF!" Jeremy cries, earning some strange looks from other people at the bar.

"Alright Jer. Where are you right now?" He can hear Micheal putting on his clothes.

"Squips bar! Where the Stagedorks has their first date" he slurs.

"God Jeremy I'm so sorry. I'm dressed now and I'm on my way"

"But what's the fucking point? Like what's the point of looking for a soulmate if my soulmate isn't my soulmate?"

When Jeremy finishes the last of his drink, he gestures to the bartender for another. The tall, slightly chubby man refills his glass.

"rough day?"

Jerrmy presses his phone into his shoulder, lulling his eyes back. "Oh you have nooooooo idea"

The guy smiles. "Actually, I do" he holds up his wrist to show a blank timer. "It's not the end of the world for me though. My family finally believe that I'm asexual and i haven't just, "not met the right person yet""

Jeremy manages a smile. "I'm happy for you man. For whatever the fuck it's worth"

"Jeremy?! Please tell me you're there. Oh god please don't be hurt or dead or whatever" a panicked voice comes from the phone.

"Keep your panties on I'm still heere" Jeremy mumbles into his phone, swigging from his glass.

"I'm right around the corner Jeremy. Don't stop talking to me"

"Way-way-way-wait. What about your timer? You fallen in love?"

Micheal sucks in a breath. "It's ticking down. But I'm not....I'm not too excited to meet my soulmate cause ya know I thought I already met him or whatever. But it's fine don't worry"

"Do you know what? I need some fucking air"

"Nonononononono Jeremy- Jeremy! Stay where you are I'm almost there"

"Yeah fuck this" Jeremy shoves his phone in his pocket. He slings off the barstool and staggers to the beer garden. The cold night air hits like a hammer. He gulps in deep breaths as he tries to gather himself.

The garden isn't really a garden. It's more of an empty patio. Some brick pillars holding up a wooden room, coated in ivy. He slips behind a small wooden wall, to a little isolated area. Almost like a booth.

Meanwhile, Micheal bursts into the stuffy bar. There are people scattered around at tables, BT the bartender catches Micheals eye.
"Excuse me? Hi" Micheal runs up to him, breathless. "Was there a guy in here? 'Bout yay high, drunk, yelling into a phone"

The bartender nods. "Yup. I know the guy. He said something about getting air and went into the beer garden"

Micheal thanks him, sprinting to the door. The contrast from the roasting bar to the freezing outside it's insane. Micheal takes a breath, his eyes scanning the empty patio.

"Jeremy?" His voice breaks.

A sound, like a muffled sob, comes from behind the wooden divider. The Filipino sighs sadly. He follows the sound of shuffled movement, turning into the alcove. He bumps right into his best friend.

But before he can take in his red rimmed eyes. Before he can say his name or hug him. Before he can comfort him, a sound slices through the night.

Beep Beep Beep

Jeremy's eyes meet Micheals with disbelief. In unison, they look down to their wrists

00:00:00:00:00:00
00:00:00:00:00:00

A noise catches in Jeremy throat. He looks up to Micheal, who is still staring at his timer. His ruffled hair, still messing from getting out of bed. His beautiful, wide eyes that can't believe what's going on. His beautiful everything.

"Jeremy" he finally says, unable to find the right words. "This is probably.....the worst thing to ever happen to you and I get that totally. I-I know that you want Christine as a soulmate. I mean, you drunk ranted to me about it. It's fine don't worry. I'll just...go"

Micheals eyes don't leave the ground, as he turns to leave.
"Micheal Wait!"

He turns back, eyes locking. Jeremy is still very obviously drunk, but he's thinking clearer then he ever has.
"Don't.........go. Please"

"I won't. Then. If you want" Micheal rubs his arm, unsure what to say.

Jeremy swallows.
"I'm sorry what I said on the phone. But.......I'm glad you're my soulmate"

Micheal smiles gently, slowly grinning.
"Yeah. Y-yeah me too"
He looks down at his feet.

"Micheal?"

"Hmm?"

Jeremy steps forward, his clammy hands cupping his soulmates face. He tries to lean it, but hits against Micheals nose. The Filipino giggles, and also tries to lean in. Jeremy has the same idea, and ends up making them knock heads again.

"Wow we're shit at this" Micheal chuckles breathlessly.

"We'll get better"
Jermey tilts his head to the side, and presses his lips firmly against Micheals. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, before he sharply pulls back.

"You taste like so much alcohol" Micheal remarks, face burning.

Jermey shrugs.
"What can I say? I was depressed. And there's an expensive tab in there to prove it"

Micheal raises an eyebrow.
"Don't think just because we're 'meant to be' that I'm paying for you"

Jeremy moans. "You suuuuuuck"

"Maybe later"

"Just take me home you dick"

"Anything for my soulmate"

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I love this idea like damn I'm not entirely useless.
Be sure to let me know what you thought of this.

Stay safe and stay gay
- Avery