From The Other Side

Going to him

The next day I awake to feel drowsy. I start with my usual routine. While I look for some clothes, I freeze, I have a date today. Well, no, not a date I'm just going to meet a guy, to talk to him, get to know him, and maybe eat something too. Okay, so maybe it is a date. But, anyways, I need to find something to wear. After a few minutes of looking, I find something decent, put it on, and head out. I decided not to bring food or tea. Walking through London, now at least, is nothing like the movies. The streets were empty and dirty, and the people seemed to be the same, it all was just bland and boring and a little sad. I found a map of London. Unfortunately, I was on the other side of the city opposite to where big ben was, so I have no Idea where I am going. I decide to grab a taxi and let me tell you this is also nothing like the movies. You know how they yell out "TAXI!!" like once or twice and it just stops and pulls over for them? Yeah no, you have to run out into the street jump in front of a speeding car, hoping it doesn't run you over, and all while doing so scream the word taxi until you get the drivers attention. She slams on the brakes, I hop in the car ultimately regretting the decision. It smelt horrible in there like she smoked five packs a day in this car. The seats were stained, probably spilled soda or maybe crappy coffee. The floorboards were all junked up with old fast food papers and candy wrappers. The woman that was driving, however, look okay. Okay as in she looked better than the rest of the city. Her dark pink hair was in a ponytail, she had a diner waitress dress on, and was holding a cigarette in between her index and middle finger. She looked at me in the rearview mirror and said "You ready?" her voice is low and raspy, but sweet and charming at the same time. I made a weird coughing sound. "Yeah." She put a smirk on her face, then quickly shifted the gearshift, positioned herself arms outstretch holding the wheel tightly. She whispered something under her breath."Hang on." and stomped on the pedal. We zoomed past buildings and skidded on the street. I slap back into my seat, getting the air knocked out of me. "What are you doing?" I asked a little panicked. "what does it look like? I'm driving!" She returned to me. "Okay sweetheart, where you going?" I looked at her incredulously, blinked a few times, and opened and closed my mouth forgetting what I was even doing here. "Big Ben," I shout out to her. She shook her head and somehow went even faster. I look out the window, it is nothing but zooming gray blurs, I have to look away I was getting dizzy. I look back to the crazy driving, lady, I noticed a small tattoo on her neck it was a small word that said someone's name. Jared. I wonder who that was. Maybe her soulmate, maybe her dad, maybe her brother? No, O think the first one. " so... Jared?" she slams on the brakes and I go flying to the front seat. "what?" she sharply whispered. "um, yeah Jared it says it on your neck, the tattoo." I say blowing away hair and trying to get upright in the front seat. Luckily there was no one behind us or we would be pancakes. "We do not talk about Jared," she said violently cracking her neck. Okay note to self, do not talk about Jared, ever. "so!" she started in a fake cheery happy voice, which was really out of the blue. "My name is Catrina, what is yours?" I have a delayed reaction and smile. I decided to give a fake name, "Taylor, my name is Taylor." She plasters on a smile and drives off again. I slam back into the seat and do not resist this time. A few moments later, we arrive at my destination, we say our farewells and I am left there in front of the famous giant clock of England. I walk inside and stand for a moment, enjoying the sight of all the gears and metal machinery. I remember as a child, before the war, I always wanted to go to Big Ben, and to see how it worked, and to see if it had some sort of magic, time knowing, thing, that made sure of what time it was and to make sure it was the right time. It's kind of beautiful. Something takes me out of my daydream, I hear a clanking of metal to my right. I prepare myself for anyone or anything, spies always are. I hear the clanking again this time it is further away. I bolt towards the sound, it was a person, who was now running from me. I obviously have more training than this guy, wow I can't believe how horrible he is, good exercise for me though. I decided to stop playing around and catch up to him, I try to hit him in the neck but both of us slowed down I gently touched the side of his neck and both of us stopped in our tracks effortlessly. "Who the fruit roll-up are you?" I already know who that is, and fruit roll-up? Really? "that part is pretty obvious." he takes one look at me and his face instantly lit up. "You!" he rushes towards me I step back, his expression dims a little but brights up again. "so, um, I brought food?" I stifle giggle thinking he had the same thoughts as me last night. "Yeah, thanks." I walk towards where he was gesturing at. there were just some small things like cheese and crackers, grapes, jelly beans, and two thermoses filled with hot tea. glad I didn't bring anything. I pop a grape into my mouth and take a sip of tea, these are my favorite foods, wonder how he knew. " so, I asked you to come here for a reason," he raised his eyebrows. "and that reason would be?" I take a deep breath. "we're soulmates, right? so we need to figure something out, like what are we going to do? where are we going to live? how will this work out? should this work out? I just-" I was cut off by the boy in front of me with a kiss. I stiffen. I had never been kissed before, well except for that one time with one of my guy friends, but that was a dare from my sister. after a second or two I loosen up a bit and melt into the kiss. we let go, breathing heavier than normal from holding our breaths. "oh, sorry."