So I kinda cheered because I don't know how to write 1950's version so heere is a soulmate AU

(Universe where Jeremy never met Michael)

Every time your soulmate sings, you sing at the same time. There's only one thing I've learned about my soulmate: they really like Bob Marley. They would sing it along with other retro songs that I have never heard. It was annoying when I would want to do my own thing and then I would burst out into a Bob Marley song. It's unfair, I barely sing so why does my soulmate have to sing a lot?

I decided I needed a break from doing...other things. I put on a pair of pants and walk to a nearby cafe. I needed to get out of the house anyway. I grabbed my wallet and left my house.

~RedBacon™ presents a time skip~

When I got there, I ordered a hot chocolate and I sat down at a table in the back. Then I started singing a Bob Marley song.

Great. That's not what I need right now. I hummed it under my breath as I tried to eat but that failed so I just looked on my phone.

I heard the door to the cafe open and a voice singing. I shrugged, not paying any attention. The voice stops singing and so do I. This must be a coincidence right?

I looked up to see who this person was and I froze. He had a red hoodie that had patches on it. A pair of big white earphones were wrapped around his neck, and his hair was the perfect shade of brown that sat in a cute poofy way.

I quickly looked down, blushing. I looked back at my phone, trying to not stare. I saw he ordered a muffin and sat down with a computer. I was about to stop staring when he started to hum a song I've never heard before. (Like all the songs)

Then I started to hum. I thought 'screw it' so I got up and walked over to who I'm pretty sure is my soulmate.
I taped him on the shoulder. "Hi. I think you're my soulmate." Way to be subtle.

"Oh really?" He gave a mischievous smile and started to sing quietly under his breath. I did as well. His eyes grew wide and so did his smile. "I guess your assumptions were right. What's your name, oh soulmate?"

"J-Jeremy Heere. You?"

"Michael Mell." He smiled as I sat down across from him. "It's a pleasure to meet you Heere Jeremy."

I sight because I've heard that joke way too many times but this time, I'll let it slide.