Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

“Sure we can. We’re not doing anything except playing Xbox.”

“Fifteen minutes too soon?” I asked.

“No, that’s fine.”

I hung up. “We better get ready; they’re going to meet us there in fifteen minutes.”

Five minutes later, we were heading down the stairs. “Mom, we’re going for a walk,” I yelled toward the back of the house. I heard a muffled reply and took it for an okay.

The day was pleasantly cool. I zipped my hoodie as we headed down the walkway. The small heat wave from the day before had lifted and there was a nice cool breeze rustling through our hair as we walked. We discussed the possibilities as to why we seemed to share so many similarities with sets of twins. Sam seemed to think that our moms might have been in some kind of test study. I was still pessimistic about the entire thing and didn’t know which way to cast my vote. Both were crazy. I mean really, paranormal vs. sci-fi? I probably would have believed that I was a werewolf or a vampire easier than I seemed to be grasping this. At least that would be a lot cooler.

The guys were waiting at our usual picnic table at the park when we got there. We had only been apart for a few hours, but an ache I wasn’t even aware of slowly began to dissipate. Every time I was away from him, I felt broken and incomplete, until we were reunited, then I felt whole again.

Chapter 10

I gave Mark a quick kiss, joining him on the top of the picnic table. I smiled as the familiar warm feeling began to spread through me. His kisses were becoming like a drug to me. They had a way of reminding me of all of my favorite things.

I pulled back to see him studying me intently. I felt a little self conscious as he continued to look at me.

I looked down to make sure I had nothing on my shirt.

I didn’t see anything.

I rubbed my hand down my face, pausing at the corner of my lips to make sure I didn’t have leftover food in the corners.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Nothing, I’m just amazed at how right life feels when you are with me. When we’re apart, I try to fill the hole your absence leaves, but when I see you again, I feel complete.”

I smiled at his words. They mimicked my exact thoughts. We were a cliché. We completed each other.

Mark smiled as if he had reached the same conclusion as me.

“So what did you two find out?” Mark asked, changing the subject.

I looked at him in confusion and then realized that he meant on the internet. His switching of gears threw me off track.

“Um, let’s walk and we will fill you in.”

Sam and I took turns filling them in on the things we learned about twins. We sparked their interest when we mentioned the many links that twins shared. I told them how I read one web site that suggested that some twins reported feeling the pain of their twin. Some even claim that they could read each other’s thoughts.

“One woman even wrote that she had felt her sister’s labor pains,” Sam said.

“There was also one guy who said he knew when his twin brother died, even though he was nowhere near him,” I added. “We know we’re not twins, but we can’t deny, we share similarities with them. There’s other kooky stuff out there, but you guys would have to read it to believe it. I know it sounds farfetched, but it seems like the kind of stuff we’ve been searching for.”

“You have a point; maybe we should start narrowing our search to scientific studies and anything paranormal we can find,” Shawn said as we all digested the new information.

Sick of all the heavy talk, I headed toward the swings up ahead. I loved to swing. Not swinging up high of course; I just liked the feeling of swaying back and forth. I sat on one of the swings as Mark sat in the one beside me.

We linked hands while we watched Sam and Shawn’s antics on the slide. Sam’s laugh was contagious as she slid down the slide the first time. I couldn’t help smiling just watching her.

Sam and Shawn looked carefree as they went from one piece of playground equipment to the next. They had a knack of being able to put the serious stuff aside and enjoying the moment. I envied their ease, I wished I could put the troubling thoughts on the backburner, but they were always there, butting in.

I watched as Sam and Shawn slid down the slide together, landing in a heap at the bottom, laughing as they landed in a tangle. Shawn pulled Sam close and kissed her.

I looked away feeling like an intruder. I turned to Mark and saw that he was watching me.

“Does it bother you that I’m not as carefree as they are?” I asked, indicating Sam and Shawn as they headed back down the slide.