Strings // lrh

chapter two

3 weeks. 21 days. 504 hours. I'm going insane waiting for the concert. I'm really excited.

I decided to go to my parents house which is just twenty minutes away from my dorm, and I went into my old room which still remains the same, and I grabbed an old 5sos shirt from the closet. I have lost a few pounds since highschool which is around the last time I wore this, since when I started college I started cutting down on food and going to the gym, cause all I really wanted to do was look a little better for the upcoming summer.

So basically I wasnt surprised when the shirt that I had purchased from Hot Topic that had once been tight when I first bought it, since that's how I liked my shirts, had fit me loosely, which is how I now like my shirts to fit me.

I was pleasently surprised when I looked in the mirror, before I realized that the shirt was two years old and that I should probably buy a new one.

And so that's how I found myself at 7:45 PM in the mall in the store of hot topic looking at 5sos shirts. I had honestly stopped wearing band merch that wasn't Nirvana, Panic!, or MCR. Once I found one in my size that I had liked best, I grabbed it, and walked over to the cash register.

The bored-looking teenager that can't be older than sixteen bluntly tells me how much change I'm due after I pay him, and I see that he has a string attached to the young teenage girl behind me in line that looks about his age.

Forgot to mention that. I see strings attached to certain people's hearts, and say if I were connected to a guy restocking the shirts, that would mean that we were each others soul mates.

Like, for example, one of my professers happens to have a string connected to a girl in one of the classes. They obviously sneak around out of the classroom, but that's none of my business.

Maggie is the only person I've ever told. She consistently asks me who she's connected to, but I never tell her. I don't have the heart to tell her it isn't connected to her ex boyfriend who she is still into.

My grandparents have a string, and so do my parents, but not my aunt and uncle, who only stay together for their kid, my little cousin, Diyah.

So it makes me happy when I see young couples who are in love and have a string. The boy at the cash register looks pleasently surprised to see the girl there, she doesn't have anything with her, so I'm assuming that they're dating and she wants to visit him.

I just take my bag which has my shirt, and I walk out of the store, not planning on doing anything else today, or more specifically, not shopping anywhere else.

As I exit the mall through the basic front doors that has some lame design that says the name of the mall, I think about the fact that I've never found the person who has a string attached to me.

I always see other people together or meeting for the first time that have strings that are connecting, but I've never found the person that has a string connected to me.

Maggie's string is connected to her step brother. I found out last month when she took me home with her for the weekend. Her dad got remarried two months ago, and she wanted me to "meet the new family she's tied up with" in her words.

It honestly confuses me when I think of it. What if the person that is my soulmate is into some strange shit, like what if they dress up like a furry during their free time? What if my soul mate is a cat?

I shake my head, I hate when I think about that stuff, whenever I do it all just clouds my head and it usually ends up with an existential crisis. So I just stop thinking of it and I get in my car and go on my way to go back on campus.

When I get back to my dorm, I find Maggie and her step brother talking on her bed, a string connecting the two. I walk over to the opposite side of the dorm room, and I sit on my bed and go on Twitter.

@adelaidemorello: 21 days until my #slfl show (-:

I just set my phone down on my bed and opened a new book after I sent out the tweet, I had grabbed a brand new book that I had just bought the day before, I flick through the pages as I read the details on the story.

It wasn't until my phone started to vibrate non stop, that I started to get both bothered and annoyed, so I grabbed my phone to see that I had endless Twitter notifications. I unlocked the app so I could mute my notifications, but the first thing it took me to was where it showed all my notifications, and one particular notification stood out.

No, it wasn't all the notifications of people replying saying congrats, it wasn't the ones of people retweeting it.

Luke Hemmings favorited your tweet!