Chapter 2 (Keefe's POV)
A/N: Here you go!
I'm upstairs pacing in mine and Ro's room. Ro walks in and says, "What are you worried about bro?" "It's Receiving Day today." I mumble, only half listening. "Yeah." She replies. "Why is Lord Hunkyhair worried about the Receiving?"
"It's just, like, what if she doesn't like me? What if I don't like her?" I ask, my brain running. She's not helping, just making me voice my worries. Making me more scared. "Hey." Ro says, grabbing my shoulders. "It's okay. Most people love their soulmate the second they see them." "Emphasis on MOST." I reply.
"Just, be nice." She says. "Joke some, be yourself. She can't hate you if you're yourself. And remember, soulmates are soulmates for a reason. Once you know who they are, it's hard to be without them for more than a day." "Yeah." I reply. "Thanks, sis." I'm less worried now. Ro helped.
"Okay." I say, clapping. "Get out. I've got to change!" "Okay!" Ro yells, already halfway out of my room.
I walk into my big walk in closet and find the suit I got for today. It's navy blue with dark green swirls. The tie is black with white stripes. Ro helped me pick it out. I didn't want dad's help. He's rude and probably would've picked out a suit that was less like me. That's one of the reasons why I hate him.
I change into my suit and look in the mirror. I fix my hair a little and then look again. "Perfect." I say out loud. "Not perfect." I spin around to find the owner of the voice. Dad. "Hey dad." I say. "What do you want?" "I want you to look perfect. Like me. I mean, it is your Receiving Day." He replies.
"I want to look like myself, not like you." I snap. "So mission accomplished. He sighs. "Why can't you be like me? It would make…" "Make him like a mini you, and literally no one wants that." Ro interrupts. "It's his Receiving Day, not yours, so let him be himself."
"Romhilda. Is that how you talk to your father?" He replies, calm as ever. "Yes. That is how I talk to my father. Especially when he's hurting my brother. Also, don't call me Romhilda." She snaps. "Call me Ro." "Just leave us alone." I say. "Very well." Dad says, walking out of the room.
I sigh in relief. "Thanks, Ro." I say. "He was picking on you. I'm not gonna let him think that's okay." She replies. I run down to the car. "Ro, you're driving me, right?" I call behind me. "Yup." She says. "I'm not letting dad drive you, especially after that incident." "Thanks." I respond, hugging her. She looks surprised for a second. Then, she leans into the hug. "No problem little bro. No problem."