Roll Dice With Fate

Everyone gets a pen when they're 15. It's a pen with invisable ink. You can do anything with it. But you won't be able to see what you write or draw. It just appears somewhere else. Specifically, on the body or paper of your soulmates'. You're set to marry that person. Fate said so. Mila Auttums recieved her pen, but never used it. Until now. Not much. Just one word. She didn't expect anything to happen. Expect it did. Dax Cannel replied.

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5. Chapter 4~

Hey guys! Hope you liked the last chapter! So I'm writing this on my phone so I have no idea if it's in a different format or anything but I hope it's ok. Btw! Thanks so much for 600 views!! That's insane! But anyway, enjoy!

 

Dax gazes at me and I do the same. People must be staring at us by now.

"Um...let's, uh, let's, we...we should go...go somewhere....", I manage to get out.

"Yeah....",he whispered.

I turn around and practically run out of the little shop. So much for treating myself. Dax follows me and we head down the sidewalk. I see a little ice cream shop and walk in. Spotting a booth in the corner, I head over to it, and slide into the seat. Dax sits in front of me.

We don't say anything for what feels like forever and just drink in each other's appearance. I look at him and take in every detail of his face. His perfect, pale complexion to his silver-white hair, straight nose and beautiful bright blue eyes.

Suddenly I feel very self conscious and he takes me in. He gazes at my long, black hair and he looks into my boring brown eyes. I just look down at my hand in my lap and nervously pick at my nails.

"Okay. Let's start over. Dax. Dax Cannel", he starts and I look up to see him holding out his hand.

"Mila. Mila Auttums.", I introduce myself to him and shake his hand.

"So. How old are you?", he asks.

Without looking up, I reply, "17. I'm going to be eighteen in about two weeks though...."

"Cool. I'm eighteen. Do you have any siblings?"

"A brother, Jason. He just turned fifteen so you know what mean...."

"Yeah. I have a little sister. She's seven."

"Whats her name?"

"Annalise."

"Oh. That's cute.", I mutter, still staring at my hands.

"I don't bite you know....",he says, leaning back into his seat.

"I know! It's just that...that...I-I don't know.", I say, finally looking up at him.

"Okay. Well, tell me about yourself.", he said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back into the seat.

I try to think of something to say. This is my least favorite thing to do. Talk about myself, that is. I hate sounding cocky or selfish or anything like that. I think, but my mind just blanks.

"Uhhhh....Um. I love reading and writing I guess....", I finally manage to spit out.

"Really? I've always liked math.", he said, chuckling.

"Really?! I've always hated it! I'm awful at it too. It's always been english for me."

"Huh...."

"What about you?", I ask. I was curious about him, needless to say.

"What do you want to know?", he asked, tilting his head.

I started asking him questions and he did the same to me. We soon began talking like old friends. I found out that he had anxiety and took meds for it. I felt bad about that. He told me not to be sorry and that he was used to it by now. He learned that I would some times get panic attacks at random times. 

I looked at my phone, checking the time. It was almost three o'clock. We'd been here about three hours. 

"Oh god. We've been here forever....", I say.

"I'm glad.", he smiled sweetly. 

I blushed.

"Well I should get going....",I say.

"Oh, alright. We should meet again. Tomorrow good for you?", he asked me.

"Yeah! Sounds great! Also...can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"why is your hair white?", I ask. It was the first thing I noticied about him.

"Oh,", he said, running his hand through it. "It's a family tradition...once you get your pen....", a blush started creeping up his neck as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down.

"I like it."

He looked up at me.

"Really? I hate it to be honest...."

"Well anyway, I'll see you tomorrow then? How about under the clock?", I ask.

The clock was at the center of town. It was kind of like Big Ben of our little town.

"Sure!", he says "I'll see you tomorrow then.", he smiles.

"That you will.", I say.

I turn to leave and exit the little ice cream shop and start to walk home.

Tomorrow couldn't come any sooner.

 

 

Hey guys! I hope you like this chapter! Personally I love how it came out, even though it was pretty short. Sorry that this took so long to come out...(again) But anyway! I hope you enjoyed anyway. I'll try to update more frequently. Also! Thanks so much for 650 views!!!

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