Note: Im sorry im not good at writing fanfiction so please don't judge me if it's bad DX
Based off a Tumblr Image: .com (which I cannot link to for some reason)
~ = is a time lapse; aka some time later…, etc.
Words in italics are worded thoughts of the character.
Words in (brackets) are imagery/actions
Bolded writing is used for emphasis.
That's all :D
"What time is it?" Phil asks over the skype video as he fixes his fringe.
Instinctively, I looked at my right hand and turn my wrist over, seeing a number of digits changing constantly. I hear a muffled laugh from my headphones.
"Not your Countdown, Dan." Phil says, a grin still pasted on his face. He later realises that he was on his computer the whole time and could check the time whenever he wanted. I rolled my eyes at his naivety.
Although it was completely pointless for me to check my wrist to check the time as the place was already too occupied with a countdown, it had me noticing that lately, my soulmate counter's been reducing in time rapidly. Normally as the biggest loser in school I wouldn't even bother to get something like this, since it'd probably read something like 5 billion years. But since everyone was getting one and it was becoming almost as popular as mobile phones, I just shrugged and ended up working at dreaded workplace for a week just to get a fucking "soulmate countdown". Phil had one as well; it seems as though he's the type to celebrate things that are mainstream, while I'm the type to hate.
"Curious when you're going to meet your soulmate?" Phil questions me. "You've been looking at your wrist for a while now."
I was slightly embarrassed for getting caught staring at the thing and hoped to god that Phil didn't think that I was one of those people who do nothing except stare at their wrist all day. I immediately swiped my hand away from my face and shifted my attention to the computer screen.
"Not at all." I insisted. "I was just..." I gulped thinking of a lie. "Checking the time, that's all."
Phil laughs at my use of sarcasm. "Wow Dan." Phil looks at his wrist as well, and I glanced at the screen in anticipation, although I had to pretend to be busy to not look like a complete freak.
"My countdown's been getting low lately." Phil finally says. He shows me his counter by shoving it in front of his laptop camera. "See?"
29 days, 10 hours, 16 minutes and 34 seconds was what I read on his timer.
I meet Phil in 1 day and 9 hours, so needless to say I was disappointed.
No wait...No I wasn't. Why would I be disappointed? That's weird; I shouldn't be saying that about a friend who's a fucking guy, that's gross.
While I was busy contempt plating my thoughts, I hear Phil saying goodbye in the background and I looked up to see him waving to me. I waved back a second before the screen goes black and silence hits the room.
Time really passes when you're having an enjoyable conversation with someone.
When I wasn't talking to Phil I was browsing Social Media and stalking the lives of other people since they all seem to have more interesting lives then I do. I've only ever gotten friend requests from people who literally wanted everyone in their friends list and now as a result my page is filled with people who complain about trivial issues in their lives; mainly ones about how long it was going to be before they met their 'soul mate'. As you can see, ever since the Soulmate countdown was invented, literally everyone online was either bragging about how drastically low their time was, or complaining about how long it was.
Melissa Valentine Posted:
"OMG 1 week and 9 hours until I meet my soulmate! (heart eyes emoji) Can't wait!"
Dana Roberts commented:
"I wonder whose the lucky guy ;) "
Melissa Valentine commented:
"I know aye ;)"
Travis Mathers commented:
"Maybe it's Anthony."
Melissa Valentine commented:
"How about no. (laugh face emoji)"
Jack Holland commented:
"Nek minute its Dan Howell."
Melissa Valentine commented:
"EW no please (Gun emoji) (Sad emoji) I'd rather Anthony."
I closed my laptop and decided that I should get some sleep after all.
I spent the morning trying on clothes and throwing them onto my bed one after until they ended up looking like the layers on a rainbow cake. I pulled out a MCR t shirt that I brought a few years back and slipped it on with great difficulty. The shirt was so tight around my waist that I could barely breathe, and it practically looked like one of Taylor swift's crop tops. One of the disadvantages to getting huge growth spurts during the teen years, it seems.
I took a quick glance at the clock and my eyes widen in panic.
9am. Fuck. I meet Phil at 9:30.
Fuck fuck fuck
I cursed to myself as ran up the stair case and passed through the crowds of people standing in my way. I yelled "Excuse me!" and "Sorry!" as much as could as I pushed people out of my way to get to the tube as fast as possible. People looked at me as if I was either currently experiencing a mid-life crisis, or as if I was going to be the father of a newborn child soon. God I hope he didn't leave already. I lifted my right arm up again to check the time again, only to realise that the only thing there was the stupid soulmate counter. Fuck why do I keep thinking this thing is a fucking clock?! What did catch my surprise though was realisation that my soulmate counter literally read 52 SECOUNDS. I had literally 52 secounds until I found out who I was spending the rest of my life with, and right now I didn't have the time to even think about it.
"It's probably broken." I muttered to myself as I continued running. I tried not to care about who my 'soul mate' was right now, and concentrated on running at maximum speed, which was really draining the energy out of me right now.
30 seconds.
I take a turn at platform 5 and head towards platform 6, where he was boarding off the train by now.
15 seconds.
I AM LITERALLY DASHING THROUGH THE STAIRCASE OF PLATFORM 6 AS I GASP FOR MOLUCLES OF OXYGEN.
5 seconds.
I can fucking see him, he's standing in front of the train looking for me. I call out his name, although it probably sounded like I dragged the 'il' part a bit too much.
He turns in my direction and as soon as he saw me, I bend down with my hands on my knees, wheezing as I huffed heavily. As I was placing my hands on my knees, the row of pixelated rectangles lined across my soulmate counter caught my eye.
It can't be. I thought to myself. There's no fucking way.
I look up and Phil smiles, waving at me as he flashed the soulmate counter at the back of his wrist to me. His timer still had digits rapidly changing when I saw it, but as soon as Phil and I made eye contact…
Every single number immediately froze at 0.
