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I nod and scan the crowded cafeteria.
“That the new guy everyone’s talking about?” I ask, looking over at Brennan, who’s talking to Grace Lynch.
I shiver, Joseph's soul mate...
“Brennan Hayes.” I say. “Man, he’s already hanging out with the popular group? It’s only his first day, how?” I remark in slight astonishment.
“Because he’s hot, stupid.” I say matter-of-factly.
“So have you decided what you’re going as for Halloween?” I ask Katie, remembering that she’s been having trouble deciding, and desperate to change the subject from Brennan's ‘hotness’.
“Luca and I have pretty much decided for sure, he still seems a little unsure.” I say. “How about you two? What’s the costume this year?”
Ever since we were little Joseph and I have dressed in costumes that have two parts. I wanted to stop doing it a few years ago because it seemed so childish, but Joseph insisted that we continue out little tradition.
“Well Char is pushing for Mario and Luigi but I want to go as the Doctor and the TARDIS.” I say.
“I told you, I like the doctor idea but come on, Mario and Luigi.” I say.
“What about Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.” I ask.
“We did that in seventh grade.” I say.
“I was Sherlock.” I say proudly, there had been a big argument over that.
“She won the coin flip, just for the record.” I say.
“Luca and I are going as a couple from a Chinese legend where soul mates have a string from one pinky finger to another, and the string and twist, and tangle, and stretch, but never break.” I say.
Joseph and I share a look.
I can tell he’s trying not to laugh at the coincidence.
A hell of a coincidence it is at that.
Luca is Katie's boyfriend.
He’s also got a string from his heart to another guy’s. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell Katie that maybe they just aren’t meant to be.
It seems a little hypocritical doesn’t it?
I mean I’m determined not to fall in love with my soul mate.
“Cute.” I say.
“Yeah, adorable!” I say, just a little to enthusiastically.
Charlotte shoots me a look.
I stifle a laugh.
She kicks me under the table.
I wince in pain but keep my mouth shut.
“How about Thing One and Thing Two?” I ask.
“Did that when we were six.” I say.
“I was Thing Two...” I sigh.