Soulmate AU || Kobrium
Word Count:Ā ? Summary: Soulmate AU for lithiumspark. Iāll write one for AtomicBurn also. Enjoy! =)
Corey stood on the train platform, scratching at her wrist.
The subway was about to come any minute, and she needed to get to work. Art wasnāt going to draw itself, you know.
She leaned forward a little, looking into the darkness of the underground for any signs of the train, still not showing up. She huffed, leaning back and looking at her surroundings.
There werenāt that many people in the dirty, dimly lit station, just a guy playing guitar for tips and an old woman with a nasty grimace gracing her features. Corey ignored them as a tall, lanky man walked down into the station, a pair of sunglasses perched on his stoic and narrow face.
He was handsome, to say the least, and she couldnāt help but feel a slight draw to him. His eyes flicked to her gaze over the edge of his glasses and Corey looked away, scowling and pretending that she wasnāt caught staring. She could feel his eyes on her still, looking in his direction as he averted his gaze too. She smirked.
Got ya.
She went back to searching hopelessly for the train in the dark, not noticing the man walk up behind her. He cleared his throat and she turned to look at him, her interest piqued.
"Hi." He said simply, his smooth voice higher than she expected.
"Hi." She said back, turning her body to face him. He suddenly looked nervous, and Corey couldnāt help but think it was kinda cute. "I-Iā¦ I was wonderingā¦ If maybe-"
The train cut him off, the metal cars of the subway whirring by at blinding speeds. Corey couldnāt hear the manās questions over the sound of squeaking metal and the wind, his voice being drowned out by the noise. The train stopped after it seemed like he stopped talking, his expression one of nervousness.
Corey looked at the train and back at the man, giving him an apologetic smile. āListen, I gotta go, this is my trainā¦ā She trialled off awkwardly, stepping backwards off the train platform and into the train. The doors tried closing in front of her, but just before the did the man thrust them back open.
"Is your name Corey?" He blurted out.
Coreyās heart practically stopped. She looked down at her wrist, reading her tattoo for the millionth time.
Mikey Way.
"It is if your name is Mikey." She said plainly, not looking up. She could see him nod on the edges of her vision, and she looked up again at him. By now he was beaming, and Coreyās eyes widened.
"Hi." He said again, practically giggling by now. Okay, scratch what she said before, he was pretty cute.
"Hi."
