Do You Believe?

People are born into this world with the ability to discover their soul mate with ease, the person, or people, who are highly compatible with them. There are different rarities in this. People are born with a kind of necklace; these resemble a lock and a key, not in shape, but in their ability to come together. You are only born with half of the necklace. Size, colour, shape, each of these different aspects have different rarities. A small crescent shape is quite common, so is the reverse. Cadbury purple appears on at least 50% of necklaces. This makes finding a compatible match easier for the people with these types of common necklaces, but it also means these people are quite dull. Necklaces correspond with your personality, your family and genetics, and your physical characteristics. So people with common necklaces are usually common people with normal personalities, that’s why their match is easy to find. Some people choose to completely defy their necklace and make their own path.


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Chord walked up the stairs to his room and I followed through the expensive looking house. Small tables with potted plants were pretty much everywhere I looked, giving the house a lovely scent, the varying flowers mixing together nicely. Chord slipped into his room before me and closed the door before I could enter.

"That was rude," I mumbled to myself as I pulled my phone from my pocket and leaned against the hallway wall.

Suddenly tthe door opened in front of me and my entire body jumped.

"Sorry Dingo," Chord said with a chuckle. "There was a bit of a, uh, a mess," he explained then opened the door up wide to let me in.

His room was huge, like, I could fit at least three of my bedrooms in here. In the centre of his room was a huge bed with a black duvet and pillows made up nicely. Under and around the bed was a huge black rug that looked like it would be great to stand bare foot on. The walls were the same pattern as the first walk-in except it was a deep red with gold detailing. The rest of the floor was dark oak floorboards and most of the furniture was black. On the right hand wall was a picture wall, no colour was visible through and there were so many photos and posters. There were cars and bikes, photos of Chords and his mates and, well, a few hardly clothed women.

"Just sit on the bed," Chord instructed, motioning towards it with his left hand. "I'll be right back," he said, as he slipped out the door, closing it behind him.

I guess sitting was my only option. I walked over to the bed and placed my bag down on it beside the pillows. I slipped off my shoes, leaving my socks on because I have a fear of feet, I can't stand them, and climbed up onto the big bed, crossing my legs and pulling out my laptop. I had no idea what Chord would want to start on first so I just pressed the power button on my laptop and watched the screen come to life. I opened up all my work documents before realising that I didn't have internet access and Chord still wasn't back. I pulled a purple pen fro my bag and began to doodle on my leg. I tried to copy the gold pattern from the wall. I had drawn the pattern over most of my left leg before Chord burst back in the door growling like a lion. I screamed, I'm quite ashamed of that fact.

"CHORD!" I yelled at him.

Chord fell on the opposite end of the bed laughing, trying to get words out and failing miserably. I hit him in the face with one of his pillows and he laughed even harder. Suddenly he stopped laughing and everything went silent. I couldn't see his face because the pillow still covered it and I began to get curious. Just as I reached out for the pillow, Chord picked it up, threw it across the room and launched at me, knocking me onto my back, laying with my legs still crossed, my head on the many pillows left and Chord hovering above me, his hands either side of my head and arm muscles pushing hard against the thin material of his shirt. For the first time, I noticed that he actually looked quite good, his dress shirt had the top button undone and the sleeves were rolled up, his shirt wasn't tucked in to his slightly loose jeans and as he hovered above me, I breathed in and instantly the smell of his cologne hit me and I had to close my eyes.

"Thinking of me naked, hey Dingo?" Chord teased, rubbing his nose against mine, that was enough to snap me out of my fantasy.

"Ew. Never," I said, pulling a weird face. "Give me your wifi password. . . Please?" I added onto the end of my demand.

Chord grabbed my laptop and began tapping away at my keyboard happily, then reached over the bed and I heard a click. All of a sudden things began to move under my butt and I screamed which of course had Chord in a fit of laughter as he handed back my laptop.

"Relax Emma! It's a massager," he explained, still laughing as he turned it off. "What subject shall we start with?" He asked, finally he was on topic.

We worked for hours on Chord's homework which luckily, was the same as mine, our entire year was working out of a book full of problem sets which was simple. Finally, at 4pm, Chord was caught up in most of his classes and he agreed to finally help me with my assignment as I had been begging for some hours. I pulled my laptop back onto my lap from it's discarded position and opened my word document where I'd prewritten questions and turned on the voice recorder on my phone.

"So, Chord, do your parents have the 'soul' necklaces?" I asked.

"Yep," he responded quickly.

"Did you ever have one?" I asked curiously, something I had never thought to ask before.

"Nope, was born this way. Just like Lady GaGa," he replied with a wink.

"What were the reactions of your parents and of the delivering doctor and nurses when they realised you didn't have one?" I asked.

"Well. . . I was a baby so. . ." I gave Chord a dirty look and he rolled his eyes. "Fine. The doctors and everyone else were shocked and instantly began searching for evidence of anyone else like me but never found it. I was kept in the hospital for a number of weeks to check every part of me was working and that the lack of necklace wasn't causing me any changes in the brain. I had to redo this every second year till I was sixteen," He explained, finally going into detail.

"So did they find any differences? Like, chemical changes in the brain? Hormonal? Do you still love?" I asked excitedly.

"As far as I know, there are no differences visible chemically between me and someone with a very common necklace. Hey. Do you mind if we stop now? I'm sorry. Just not feeling so well," he explained.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll leave. Think I can find my way out. Thanks for having me and answering some of my questions," I said quickly as I packed all my stuff away and put my phone in my pocket. "Uh. . . Bye," I said as I slipped out the bedroom door then quietly made my way to the front door and left, not having to interact anymore, thankfully.

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