I hadn't become aware that I had fallen asleep until the girl I never thought I would see again looked up at me. The empty void of a room disappeared as my vision tunneled on her. I took a small step forward, reaching a hand out towards her. I hadn't seen her in a few months, and I was terrified. Well, terrified is an understatement. Over my life, I had become attached and for her to not exist with me anymore made pain constantly stab my chest.
Her blonde curls were strewn over her left shoulder, and she was sitting. When our eyes met, she looked just as shocked as I felt. She was at least 15 yards away easily; even though the 'room' was only darkness, I could always tell when it came to her. I watched as she turned to face me, starting to stand. Without thinking, I ran, quickly overtaking the distance.
"You're here?" I asked, reaching for her again. I pushed away the tears that were starting to form. From this close, I could see her so much more clearly; seeing her here was such a pretty vision. She took a step forward, closing even more distance. I couldn't help but hold incredibly still, scared she would disappear.
She nodded, grabbing my outstretched hand with hers. The warmth of her hand made butterflies erupt in my stomach. That's when she tackled me. I hadn't been expecting it, so when she slammed into me full force, I naturally fell. The air was pushed out of my lungs as if it wasn't already.
"You idiot!" she screamed, now sitting on top of me. Her hands hit my chest a few times before she stopped, I had to admit though, she had a great punch. I reached a hand up to rub at the future bruises I would have.
"Dang, Wise Girl, that hurt," I said, trying for a joke. She sighed and shook her head angrily, a sour look on her face.
She finished laying down on me, pressing her cheek against my torso. "You're such an idiot," she mumbled before raising her head to look at me, "you scared me." My Wise Girl finished, and laid her head back down. I raised a hand and pressed it to her back, rubbing over it and her hair.
"I'm sorry," I said. I continued to rub her back as she mumbled something along the lines of 'I know.' We laid there for who knows how long, not speaking. I didn't really mind the silence, I was often left in it when I couldn't understand what she was explaining, which happened a lot.
It wasn't long though before she looked back up at me. She didn't stop there but she sat up and slid off of my lap, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with her. "You know what this means, don't you?" she said so quietly I almost didn't hear. I didn't under stand why we were whispering but I did the same back,
"No." Simple as that. Wise Girl sighed as rolled her eyes.
"They say," she started, fiddling with my fingers, "that once you stop seeing each other, you're about to meet." Now this shocked me. To be fair, I didn't often delve much time into research; everything I knew about the whole soulmate thing came from her. It did make sense though; I don't know how much longer I could go without her before going crazy. Those few months I didn't see my Wise Girl were the worst.
I nodded, and raised my free hand to touch her hair. It still amazed me, how her curls always looked perfect despite her claiming she barely touched them. When I didn't respond she sighed, she seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. "That means, we're gonna meet soon. In real life," she dragged out the last syllable, waiting for me to process what she said. It took longer than I'd like to admit.
"Oh!" I basically yelled, pulling myself to my feet. Wise Girl stared up at me, her eyebrows raised and lips pulled up at the corners. I reached down and grabbed both her hands, also pulling her to her feet. I wrapped my arms and around her and lifted her off the ground. I wasn't that much taller than her but enough to do this. I spun her around, still holding her close. Her laughter echoed in my head, long after I had set her back down.
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PJO One Shots
FanfictionA collection of one-shots I haven't been able to make into full stories. Most based on songs. Get ready for a ride, some may be fluff but most will be heart-wrenching. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Let me know what you think! I don...
