Oh good lordy what in the hell am I writing now. I can never have too many ongoing projects at once, now can I? Well ladies and germs, this is exactly what you think it's going to be. This is going to be based off the play and movie, Disco Pigs, created by Enda Walsh. Never heard of it, look it up, give it a watch. But if you don't wanna spoil this story, then don't, I don't care what you do. But enough of that, time to start reading.

They say that finding your soulmate is the most romantic thing in the world. They say that having a soulmate is downright romantic, that it's perfect, who could ask for more? Sometimes your soulmate isn't someone you're in love with in that romantic sense. You can have a platonic soulmate, just someone who's in your life and you can't imagine it without them because then what would your world be like if they're not in it?

My soulmate and I, met each other the day we were born. We were born in the same hospital, at the same moment as each other. We were put in cribs right next to each other in the nursery, and that's how we met. Screaming, crying little mounds of pink flesh, trying out our lungs for the first time. What else could we do? Here we were, in this strange new world full of bright lights and loud noises and new smells, and as a newborn baby, it can be pretty overwhelming.

And you just feel so alone. You know your mother's not there, you know you can't hear her voice echoing through the walls. Everything is is open and terrifying, and all you wanna do is just scream about it. Scream, and scream, and scream. And it's exactly what I did my crib in that nursery. Screamed and cried until my lungs felt like they were gonna give out. And I only stopped…When I heard him.

We could hear each other between wails, this sound so similar to ourselves, but unable to figure out just where it was coming from. But we could hear each other, and that was enough for us. We quieted down, trying to figure out where the other was. When it got too quiet, one of us would start crying again, scared that whoever it was, they were gone.

I know it sounds crazy, and it's gonna keep sounding crazy, cause that's what defines our life. Crazy. Crazy that one of us thought to just turn his head to the side, and bam, there he was. For the first time ever, my brown eyes met his blue, and we were just set. We looked at each other, we did, we really did. Made those weird baby gurgles at each other.

And now the really, really crazy part of it; we reached out for each other. We did, I swear to God and back we did. Reached out, and held hands. I can't make this up, none of this I can. We held hands, and never let go after that.

Allow our story to escalate.

Turns out, we were neighbors. We live in one of those tiny towns where, it's tiny in the sense of, everything is pushed together incredibly close. So close, the houses touch each other. And that was our house. His house was sandwiched right next to mine. Our bedrooms? Right next to each other. We figured that out when were little kids, when we found matching holes in the wall. There's a space, just wide enough to fit a man's hand through it. For the two of us, as small as were, we could get our arms through it up to the elbow, no problem.

So we asked our moms to push the beds to that one wall. We hid that hole from them, covered it up with whatever we could. Or, well, as well as we could hide that hole at the age of six. They all probably know it's there, they probably don't care. They never really got in the way of your friendship, but looking back, sometimes I wish they did.

Every night we would climb into bed, uncover that hole, sticks our hands though it, and fall asleep that way. And we won't let go. Sometimes we don't hold hands, but in the morning, you can bet our fingers are laced together when we wake.

And every night, we say the same thing to each other.

I say, "Goodnight, Alex"

And he'll say, "Goodnight, Desmond"

I'l tell him, "Sweet dreams"

He'll say "You too" back to me. And then he'll add, "I love you"

And I never fail to say "I love you too" back.

It's just been our thing the whole time we've known each other, the whole time we've been alive. Couldn't really ask for more. To us, our lives were perfect, the two of us together. Not even friends, but like brothers. The closest brothers you'll ever damn see. We did everything together. It wouldn't feel right if we didn't. We were the thicker than thieves, the two peasiest in the pod, peanut butter to jelly, two fingers caught in a Chinese finger trap. I couldn't get rid of Alex if I tried, not that I ever did.

We just complemented each other so well. We only had each other. Had no other friends. No one could possibly replace Alex, there was no one else in the world that was like Alex. He needed me. I'll be real, he couldn't make friends with a paper bag no matter how hard he tried. We attempted once or twice, make other friends. No one really liked us though. They just didn't get it like we did. So we stopped trying, we only needed each other anyway. We didn't need other people in the way of that.

That was our though process for the longest time. Looking back, I can see now just how fucked up our relationship was. How controlling and obsessive it was. How we shut others out. The damage we did to ourselves. How we couldn't escape each other, but we'll always find a way. He always found me. Sometimes I wish he never bothered. But I can't change the past, not at this point. The only thing I can do, is reflect on it, and learn from it.

My name is Desmond Miles, and shit it the fan right before our seventeenth birthday, and my soulmate was my sociopath best friend.

This will be my first fic done in 1st person point of view, so if it seems odd or off, well, I'm new at this. And clearly I'm gonna take some creative liberties with this story, but still get the basic main point of the story across. Except sporadic updates, this will be updated whenever I so please. You could get another chapter a few hours from now, or tomorrow, or a week from now, you're never gonna know. But I think you know how this story will probably, inevitably go because it's a protocreed story and it's being written by me.

So with that in mind, stick around, keep your eyes peeled, and enjoy the show.