Cereal - Jamilton

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Alex's POV:

Stupid John forgot to buy groceries again. It was his turn this week. Whatever. I turned down the cereal aisle. Empty. Phew. Talking to anyone but my soulmate is a pain in the ass sometimes. Hmm- what kind of cereal does Herc like? Well his fault for not telling me so they're stuck with Nesquik.

Suddenly boxes upon boxes of various sorts of cereal come crashing down all around me. Oh my god. I shouldn't have tried to reach for the top. My heart fills with dread; someone probably heard that and is now coming to see who made all the racket.

"Hello? I noticed you reach for a cereal box and they all fell on top of you, can I help?"

My heart stops.

That voice.

That was the voice that made my heart swell. Whose southern drawl made me warm and fuzzy. The same voice that fills me with compassion and love and has the capability to make any anxiety or self-hate vanish.

But this was different. No, this wasn't in my head. This person was my soulmate. What is they didn't like me? God, they probably thought I'm some stupid klutz who can't even get groceries without making a fool of himself. I don't want to open my eyes. I want to be in my bed.

But I do. I open my eyes and standing there was a masterpiece. He was so beautiful. Probably hand-crafted by the gods themselves. Perfect, mocha skin. Deep brown eyes. His smile made me want to curl up in his arms forever. Those muscular, perfect arms. He was tall as frick and his hair. Holy crap his hair was the best thing I've ever seen in my life. And he was wearing magenta..? Not really my color but I couldn't care less. There was no way this divine human being was my soulmate.

Shit. I should do something. This getting awkward. I can't talk though. I- just can't. Believe me I would love a relationship with this man. I yearn to wake up beside him every morning. I want to talk. I need to hear his voice. But- not today. No. I looked like a mess. If I was going to meet my soulmate I would be wearing my nicest clothes. My hair would be combed. I'd know exactly what to say and how to say it. No. Not today. I just stand there.

He looks so confused. Crap. I just staring picking things up. Now he thinks I'm a complete asshole. I kind of am, for not talking to him. And in general. Out of the corner of my eye I see him shrug and start picking up boxes as well. Why won't he say something?

I start to feel queasy and grab my cart. I can't stay here. I can't be near him and not be talking. I push my cart away not even daring to glance back.

(time skip to at Alex's dorm)

".... and so I just left and ran to my car."

Herc, Laf, and John just sat there, stunned and in silence. For a minute or two. Then all of a sudden they all start screaming.

"What the hell Alex!" John yelled.

"Oh mon dieu." Laf shook his head.

"But you didn't even get the cereal?!" Hercules stressed, hugging Laf.

"This never would have happened if you went to get the groceries." I simply state. Although I want to, I won't argue with them. I'd win anyways.

"I think you should be thanking me! You freaking met your soulmate today!" John just replied. He obviously didn't know what it feels like. How would he? He never even talks to his soulmate.

"Did you at least find out his name?" someone said. I didn't know, I had my face buried in a pillow at the time. Oh my god of course I didn't know his name. I'm probably never going to see him again! It's way too late for this. John already went to bed and I can tell Herc and Laf are probably talking about me in their heads. God they are perfect for each other. I could be in a relationship like that. Come to think of it my soulmate kind of looks like Laf..? Ugh, whatever. I'm going to bed. By 'going to bed' I mean writing that essay for English class that Professor Washington hasn't even assigned yet. I haven't slept in days.

I could talk to him. What would I say? "Oh, hey, I was that guy who dropped all the cereal boxes at the grocery store today and just left leaving you to clean up my mess."

(a/n italics is thomas normal is alex)

"Hello, darling."

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod what do I say?

"Hi! How was your day?"

"A little frantic, honestly. I was shopping and setting up my dorm all day. But I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Uh- I- Um-"

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just- where are you attending college?"

"King's College."

"Me too! Maybe we can... meet this year?"

"I'd love that."

"Awesome!"

"I'd better get to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow, love."

Thomas' POV (now thomas is normal alex is italics. basically whoever's pov it is gets the normal text and their soulmate is in italics)

"I'd better get to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow, love."

I wait for a reply but there isn't anything. Sigh. Maybe I should actually go to bed. But my thoughts are much too crowded. I can't stop thinking that person from the grocery store today. I really thought he was the only person in New York who went grocery shopping at 11:00 pm.

They tried to reach for some Nesquik. Ha. I would have preferred Corn Flakes myself. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself form bursting out loud with laughter when I saw the entire shelf come crashing down on him.

He was so beautiful. His eyes lit up with passion. They expressed emotion so effortlessly. Brown like black coffee. Which is what he smells like. It was hard to tear my eyes away from his because it was starting to get creepy. His hair draped so elegantly over his shoulder, black as ink. And his height only added to his character. I could've grabbed that box for him so easily if he waited a few seconds.

I wasn't attracted to him romantically, though. I love my soulmate. Was I? I can't stop thinking about him. I yearn to be near him. Touch him. See him.

Then it hits me.

He never said anything to me.

There is a very good chance that this man is my soulmate. I mean, there are only 8.5 million people in New York City. That's not that many, right?

But even if he wasn't I'd stick by my soulmate. Whoever he is.