Frank's POV:

"Frank, honey. Wake up!" Mom. Today's the day. I knew she'd get over excited, she's been waiting for this since the day I was born.

Today, I turn fifteen. No big deal, right? Wrong. Today is also the day I receive my timekeeper. My timekeeper determines how long I have left until I find my soul-mate.

It could go off anywhere. At school, in the street, who knows!
Lets just hope it's not at school. I guess I'll know who it is as soon as it goes off.

I slowly peel open my eyes, and rapidly blink my eyes against the intruding sunlight seeping in through a gap in my curtains. Sitting up slowly, I glance over at my bedside cabinet. On it lays my phone.

4 unread messages.

Meh, I'll check them later. I sit up a little straighter, but stop when I hear footsteps approaching the door.

"Frank, can I come in?"

"Sure thing, Mom." My door opens and my mom peeks her head around the frame. I'd never seen her look so excited in my entire life.

"It's today! Are you excited, sweetie?" She sounded like a teenage schoolgirl.

"No." I grumbled, as I delved deeper under the warmth of my comforter. All of a sudden, it was being tugged off of my body, exposing my flesh to the ice cold air.

"Mom!" I wailed, as I tried to pull it back towards me.

"C'mon, Frankie. Today's your big day. Get changed into the outfit I picked out for you and I'll get breakfast ready." The bed dipped down next to me, and then I could feel her running her fingers through my greasy strands of black hair. The weight then shifted, and I hear my door creak open and then closed again as she left me in peace.

Time to get ready for my 'big day.'

I gingerly climbed out of my bed and drag myself across the hall to the bathroom. As I strip down and turn on the water, I study my body in the mirror. So many imperfections, I'm disgusting.

Let's hope there's years on this timekeeper - who'd want someone that looks like me?

I shrug it off and step into the shower. After I've lathered and rinsed off my body and hair, I step out and wrap a fluffy black towel around my waist. I run back to my room, tugging on boxers as I go. I walk over to my wardrobe and pull open the doors and find the outfit Mom picked out for me.

Could be worse. It was a black dress shirt and skinny jeans, paired with a thin scarlet tie. I dressed quickly and laced my scuffed old converse onto my feet, over my lucky batman socks.

I decide to check my phone to see who those messages were from.

Mikey: Gud luk frnkie!
Mikey: Gerard sys gud luk 2!

Gerard? Who's that?

Bob: It'll be fine dude, me and ray will be there
Princess Fro: Go get 'em bro, good luck

I take a look at myself in the mirror. I actually look half-decent for once.

"Wait, I'm forgetting something."

Eyeliner. I grab it off of my shelf and run it under my eye. I sling my tie round my neck and knot it before heading out of my door.

I stumble into the kitchen and grab a piece of cold toast from the rack. Mom sends me a warm, comforting smile and sets down a mug of coffee in front of me. I sip at it slowly and chew my toast. I sling the mug in the sink and follow Mom out of the door.


Well, I'd better get this over and done with. Then I can get on with the next few years of my life without having to worry about stupid 'soul-mates.'

Notes

Pretty short, sorry.

This is my first ever fanfic, please carry on reading if you like it?

Pretty please?

For me?

<3