Aries

I wake a few hours later, still leaning on Soleis. The movie is over, and she's reading a book peacefully beside me. 

I sit up and rub my eyes.

"Hi." My voice sounds groggy, like I'd been sleeping for days, not just hours. 

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" She closes her book.

"Good, peacefully." I say. Because of you, I add, but just in my head. She nods and sits up straight, leaning on me more than the couch.

 "The movie was good, but I didn't want to wake you. . ."

"Sorry I fell asleep, I wasn't bored, I swear, just tired." I blush and hope she doesn't think that I'm weird.

"It's cool. I just assumed you hadn't slept well or something, but whatever. It already happened."

"Yeah," I say and sit up a little more to support her. She leans into me a little more. I blush harder, thankful that she can't see me at the angle she's facing. Now what am I supposed to do? Should I put my arm around her? Or would that be awkward? I don't want to move and make her uncomfortable. She shifts a little, and I take the chance, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me, her head against my side. That actually worked, I thought, and was proud of myself. She picks up her book again, flipping back to her page. She starts reading,
again, getting into the book. I notice with a smile that it's the same book she bought when she was at the bookstore with me. She flips the page quickly and continues to read intently. I watch as her facial expressions change, from a neutral face to a worried crease in her forehead. She purses her lips slightly, and I have a feeling that she's trying not to cry.  

"What happened?" She closes her book and puts her face against my shoulder.

 "My favourite character is about to die." She mumbles.

"No! That's horrible!" I gasp. She nods against me.

"I don't want to read anymore." She kicks the book onto the floor and stands up. "I'll be right back. I need to go to the bathroom." I nod and watch as she leaves.

She comes back in and smiles at me. I now notice her hair, very long for her minute size. I wonder how she grows it out like that, and it's really healthy looking.  Aside from the fact that it's curled. I've heard that it ruins your hair. But I shouldn't be talking, my hair is blue. She sits next to me again, leaning into my side and resting her head against my shoulder. She sighs and I wrap an arm around her. 

"What's up?" She just shakes her head. "Tell me, I bet I can relate." She  laughs and I giggle back.

"Fine, I'll tell you." She faces the TV again. "So, the last time I met someone, It didn't exactly work out well. They ended up not being my soulmate, and it really messed me up. I'm just kinda scared that this will turn out the same. . ." I rub her arm and think about my experience with Blake. 

"Well, I can definitely relate to that." She looks up at me, and I can see the tears swimming in her eyes. I sigh and start to tell my tale.

"I had something exactly like that, where I saw a text on his phone. That text said it all, his girlfriend even knew about it. I was kinda scared, and worried and all these emotions. But then you messaged me, and now I'm here. . ." I trail off, and a few tears roll down my cheek.  She was staring the whole time, and her tears had escaped as well. I kind of just sat there, and we cried silently for a while.

"Are. . . Are you afraid of this?" She motions to us and I frown at her, taking in her expression. She seems again on the verge of crying, and I don't really know what to say to not upset her.

"Well. . . Sorta." I rub my fingers over the empty spot on my  wrist out of habit. " I mean, I've been waiting my whole life for that one perfect someone, because I'd never dated." My voice broke and my face flushed with embarrassment.

 "I've never even been kissed. But when I found that someone-or who I thought was that person, and we didn't even last a week!!" Tears were running down my face and I didn't even bother to wipe them before they fell off my chin. 

"This is so different, feels so much. . . Better. Realer somehow. I guess it was too good to be real. I guess. Either that or I'm just a plonker. But us, we click. Like, I feel like I've known you my whole life. I want this to work out, I want us to be happy. But. . . I guess I'm afraid to hope." I wipe the tears off my face with the back of my hand, and then when that doesn't work, with the hem of my shirt.

She starts crying, too, her face covered by her hands. She leans into me, her head on my shoulder and sniffles.
 

 "I'm sorry that you've had such bad experiences. I'm scared, too, about us. I'm not sure what's going to happen, or if we'll work out. But, we have to right?" She looks up at me. "We're soulmates, after all."

"Yes," I say with certainty, because I am certain. This won't turn out the same. I won't let it.

She giggles and I look down at her. "What?"

 "What kind of bagel can fly? A plane bagel." It was so stupid I just had to laugh. She giggled along with me and soon we were clutching our stomachs from laughing too hard, and we were crying again, but this time tears the tears were not showing sadness. They weren't exactly years of laughter either, more like tears of relief. Tears of hope that this would work out, that we could be together. We finally caught our breath and wiped the tears off our faces.

Soleis leaned back onto me, and with a final giggle went silent. She took one of my hands and started rubbing it. I could tell her face was tinged with pink from where she sat. "So," she started. "About that never-been-kissed-before thing. . ." I blushed hard and looked down into my lap.

"What about it?" 

"I don't know. . ." She blushed even harder, then met my eyes. "Maybe it's time to change that." My breath catches, and I give a tiny nod. She stared at my lips for a second, watching carefully. She then moved so she was straddling my hips, but her face remained on my shoulder. She quickly looked at me and smirked. Her lips met mine suddenly, and I was taken by surprise. My eyes grew wide, and I may have gasped, but the sound was stolen by her lips.

After an infinite moment, we broke apart.

She stared at me for a moment and broke into a huge grin. She drew me into a hug, put her face into my neck, and I could feel her heat up. I was blushing as well, my face probably sunburn-red. I close my eyes for a moment to savour this, but they flew open as the door slammed.

A tall blonde girl was standing in the doorway, a computer bag dangling from her elbow. She seemed composed, yet startled. Her eyes were shockingly green, and her lips were pursed tightly together. Her eyes widened when she spotted the scene in front of her, her roommate on the lap of some stranger. Her voice was wavering as she spoke.

"Soleis, who is that?" Soleis had at this point looked up, and her blush was about five shades darker. 

 "Um. . . Why are you here now? You weren't supposed to be home for another three hours." The girl walked in and stood in the hallway. 

 "Yeah. Work let out early. But who is she?" Soleis scrambled off my lap and over to the girl. She stood on tiptoe to reach her, and whispered in her ear. The girl's eyes widened and she covered her mouth. My own blush  deepened.

"Oh, Soleis, I'm so sorry. I can leave, if you want. . ."

"No, it's fine, you're here now," she said, but sighed a little. I stood up.

"Well, actually, it's getting late, so I should get going. . . " I glanced at the other girl and smiled a little. Pixie, I registered.

Soleis frowned a bit and I could tell she was disappointed. She walked over to me and hugged me tightly, pressing her face into my chest.

I hugged her tightly back, and knew that if I didn't force myself to leave now I never would.

"Goodbye," I whispered.

"Bye," she stood up on her toes to reach me and planted a peck on my lips. "See you whenever."  I broke apart and smiled at her one more time before walking to the door. 

"It was nice meeting you, Pixie." I waved at them both, then slipped out the door, into the night.