II. Chase Her, Idiot — Chase and Molly
00:00:15
When Chase woke up, he was in an unfamiliar room, he had the worst headache in the history of all headaches, and he was naked. Confusion reigned for a moment before the events of the previous night came to him; bright lights and the pounding of club music, the taste of alcohol on both their lips, tongues battling for dominance and hands exploring places they weren't supposed to as he lowered her on the bed. Groggily, he sat up with a yawn and stretched. The form beside him shifted. Curious, he looked at her.
00:00:13
Short brown hair, evenly tanned skin and impossibly long eyelashes. He knew that if she opened her eyes, he'd be swimming in a sea of caramel. She wasn't his soulmate and he not hers, but it seemed that neither of them had cared last night. They'd jumped into this with the mutual understanding that it was a one-time thing.
Her name started with an A. Anna? Alice? No... Angela.
00:00:11
The sound of someone knocking loudly interrupted the man from his musings and made the pain in his head flare. Spots dotted his vision. Grumbling, he stepped off the bed and found his boxers and jeans on the floor. Goddess knew where his shirt was. Whatever. He could find it later.
He stumbled into the bathroom and without even a glance at the mirror, went straight for the cabinet. True to his hunch, a God-send waited for him there. He took the bottle of aspirin and went to the kitchen, where he swallowed two pills with a glass of water.
Whoever was outside the door was persistent. Annoyed and sick of the relentless knocks, he walked towards the house's entrance. It looked like being known as that one-night stand couldn't be avoided this time.
He was so distracted he didn't notice that the numbers on his wrist had turned red.
00:00:05
The same couldn't be said for the lady on the other side.
"Oh no," she muttered as she eyed her timer. Her eyes were wide and frantic. "Please. Harvest Goddess. I swear I won't miss the Harvest Festival ever again and I'll attend the Sunday services. Please. Just—not one of Angela's fucks!"
As soon as the door opened and she saw the stranger's bare chest, she knew that her prayer hadn't been answered.
00:00:03
The girl was... cute. Not even his type (he was more into mature-looking girls), but when he looked at her he couldn't breathe for some reason, and that's when he knew.
She looked like Angela, enough to be her sister, but her hair was auburn and it framed her face instead of curling away. Her eyes were that shade of bronze that appeared pinkish red if you caught their gaze when the light was just right. In her arms she held a paper bag marked with the logo of a popular bakeshop. The horrified expression on her face would have been comical if he didn't know that his own expression was pretty damn similar.
She was cute, she was his soulmate, and she was running away from him.
00:00:00
"What are you waiting for?" The sudden voice made him whirl around. Angela's voice was rich with amusement. She cocked an eyebrow, hands tightly holding the blanket wrapped around her lithe form in place. "Chase her, idiot."
[I couldn't resist. I had to write this ok you don't understand. I'm kinda lacking on the description part with this one I know. I mean, I tried, but it wasn't coming out right. OTL BTW BTW I saw this AU on Tumblr where the world is black and white before you meet your soulmate, and it becomes black and white again when your soulmate dies. I HATE YOU ALL WHY SO MUCH GOOD IDEAS THAT GIVE ME FEELS
*coughs* Thank you for all the feedback! —Ina]
