Tahani's POV
"And then I raised several billion pounds for children with cancer! Not that my parents would care but it sure did make those kids happy!"
"Mmhm." I heard my soulmate Shaun absently respond. He was an African-American construction worker that helped build many buildings from elderly retirement homes to buildings for children in third-world countries! The teensy little problem was he almost always answered with sounds and spoke a sentence or two at the most.
I wrapped my arms around and I expected to feel warmth, joy, and comfort. But instead I felt like I was hugging a stranger, and my first instinct was to run to Michael asking him if there was some kind of mistake made. But he told me that it could take a long time for soulmates to connect. And even though we have forever to get to know each other, we should at least be conversing normally right?
"I think I legit might be into Tahani."
"Did you hear something?" I asked Shaun. He gave a quick shake of his head and I frowned. Who was that girl? I tried to shake those thoughts away and focus on my soulmate.
He's so generous, but why don't I feel that connection?
Eleanor's POV
"Sorry for the wait, I'm back." My 'soulmate' apologized as he ran back in my weird Icelandic home.
"Could I please tell you something?" I begged, not wanting to keep this secret to myself any longer. We had been in this stupid loop for 3 days now of him joggingand drinking protein shakes anytime I wanted to talk with him!
"Oh shirt! I just realized-"
"What? That you shouldn't need to work out because we're in the Good Place?" I snapped. "Name one thing you remember about me."
"I can't because-"
"Because you don't even listen!" I snapped. I feel bad for the sorry girl that would've became his soulmate had our places not been switched. It was so weird though, you'd think that a hot mailman would be perfect for me...
But a beautiful woman took over my thoughts instead. A tall, tan, woman with deep brown eyes and long black hair. I blushed before I realized that Chris was looking at me with a dreamy gaze.
"What?" I asked. Chris pressed his lips to mine and I pushed him away as soon as I stopped thinking of the unknown woman.
"What the hell was that for?" Chris snapped.
"I'm mad at you and you react by kissing me?!" I hissed.
"But...you had this dreamy look in your eyes. I thought-"
"That I'd find you attractive? That I'd find our arguing attractive?" I continued. "No! I was thinking of someone else."
Should not have said that.
"My soulmate is thinking of someone else?" Chris looked angry.
"Listen dude: I'm not supposed to be here." I confessed. "I've been trying to tell you that since the moment I met you. Those memories of the children that got those stuffed animals aren't my memories. I'm not your soulmate. There's been a big mistake."
Chris looked at me for a few moments before he broke into laughter and my anger began to boil more and more. I wanted to punch him. Without lifting a finger, Chris shrieked in pain and fell onto the floor.
"Oh my god!" I gasped. "Are you OK?"
Chris groaned in pain and I heard knocking on the door.
"This is Michael, I heard some shrieking in there!"
"Um, we were just having a tickle fight in here!" The hell? "We're fine!"
After some silence I assumed Michael left and I stormed off to my bed and a demonic clown song played as the doors closed around my bed. I was being selfish like when I was alive on Earth. I yelled at a man, sort of air-punched him, and then I went to my bed and left him on my floor.
Maybe that's why I remembered that beautiful woman, because she was one of my ex-girlfriends and I clung onto my memory of her. Then I realized that wasn't possible. I couldn't possibly forget someone like her if we were in a relationship. Perhaps she was another person I screwed over? Or did I see her the day I died and that's why I had a vague memory of her?
I didn't have much time to think about it when I heard Chris knocking on the clown door groaning in pain. There's no way this guy is supposed to be in the Good Place! What if we're both here by mistake?
"Go home Chris!" I yelled before I sandwiched my ears with pillows to block out his whining and complaining. Nothing proved to me in the past few days that any of this place was good and I hoped for a sign that this Good Place is all that I hoped for.
Jason's POV
"And then I was responsible for the first mixed breed show dog and after I showed her, over 50 thousand dogs were adopted from shelters all over the country within an hour of that dog show airing."
I gave a simple nod, thankful to have a Buddhist monk cover to let me stay silent as my 'soulmate' Lillian rambled on about dogs I think? I mean she's at least ten years older than me so this is pretty weird even for me.
Suddenly a tall light-skinned woman with dark brown hair and a green outfit appeared in front of us and I smiled.
"May I talk to Jason for a second?" The woman asked.
"Oh, well you must be mistaken. This is my soulmate Jianyu." Lillian gave a mean gaze. "So go away please."
The woman kept a regular smile as her eyes locked with mine and I felt like I was floating before she suddenly disappeared.
"Sorry about that. That was Janet, the artificial intelligence of the neighborhood." Lillian explained. "She's looking for a Jason but pay no mine to it. He's not anyone you'd know."
I nodded but it seemed like she really didn't want me to go after this Janet. But my curiosity always got the best of me on Earth...what's the harm in following my curiosity and this mysterious woman here?
