"Beca! Wake Up! Gotta big day today!"
"What big day?" Beca moaned, blearily, "Why is it a big- Oh shit!"
Beca sat up suddenly, and banged her head on the ceiling.
"Ow, fuck. Stupid bunk bed."
She slipped her dressing-gown on, and ran downstairs, still rubbing her head.
As soon as Beca was fully conscious, she began to feel excited. This was it. Today was the day she got her timer.
The timers, were all anybody had talked about for weeks. They were a small device embedded in the wrist, which counted down. They counted down to the exact moment that you met your soulmate.
Some guy in 1950 had tried to make a clock which counted down the days until you die. However, he accidentally made a soulmate timer instead.
Beca Mitchell was in her last year of highschool. It was January 19th, and her year was going to have their timers placed in.
She ran into the school looking for her best friend. Suddenly, she spotted him by the lockers.
"Jesse! JESSE!" She shouted.
"Alright short-stack, no need to shout!"
"Sorry. Anyway! Today's the day!"
"I don't know what you're so hyped about, anyway. We know who our soulmates are already."
This was kind of true. Jesse and Beca had known each other since kindergarten. Everyone assumed that they would be the others soulmate. Beca, didn't feel the spark between them though.
But still, she was excited. Just the prospect of having someone to share her life with, was amazing. She couldn't wait.
The line was alphabetical. Beca sent Jesse a sympathetic smile, as he wouldn't be getting his done until the end of S.
"Beca Mitchell?"
Now it was her turn. She stopped feeling sorry for Jesse, and started to feel a little nervous for herself.
"Are you feeling okay love?" The nurse asked with a smile.
"Yeah, just nervous."
The nurse nodded and said, "This will hurt for a few seconds okay?"
Beca just sat still, as a hot pain pierced her wrist for a short time, not even gasping.
"You're all done!" said the nurse, "Wow! You're very lucky! Mine hasn't even gone off yet!"
Beca left the room, without looking at her wrist. She ran outside, and took a deep breath. She had promised Jesse that she wouldn't look until he got there.
Half an hour passed, until Beca heard her name being called. She looked up, and Jesse was standing next to her.
"They...They haven't gone off." He mumbled.
"I didn't really think they would." Beca admitted.
"You didn't? Oh, thank god! Neither did I, but I didn't want to say anything!"
"Shall we look together?" Beca said. He nodded.
"Three. Two. One."
7 months, 6 days, 18 hours, 42 minutes, 24 seconds.
"Oh my god! Only seven months!" yelled Beca. "Result! Hey, what does yours say?"
Jesse looked amazed. He slowly turned over his wrist to let Beca see. She gasped.
17 hours, 23 minutes, 15 seconds.
"But...That's tomorrow!"
Jesse nodded, still dumbfounded.
That night, when she got home, Beca set up her computer, and worked out when her timer would go off.
August 24th, 12:16pm.
She rang up Jesse, but her good mood lessened when he said, "But Beca, that's the first day of College. You're gonna meet them at lunch in front of everyone."