Soulmates

Chapter 72

The good thing about not having parents was that Alex could do basically anything she wanted. So, she was awake when Magnus called her at 12a.m.

    "Alex, are you able to leave your house and go to IHOP with me?" Magnus said once Alex answered.

    "Why IHOP?" Alex asked, already getting out of bed. "Also, how are your parents allowing this?"

    "Why not!" Magnus said. "And they said that I can go anywhere so long as I text them that I'm alive. They actually said they were surprised people wanted to hang out with me. I have to be back by 2."

    "What the fuck do I wear to IHOP at 12 in the morning?"

    "Your fucking pajamas?"

    "I don't own any."

    Magnus was silent for a minute. "What the fuck do you wear to sleep then?"

    "A fucking sweater, Magnus."

    "Then wear a fucking sweater."

    "But I just watched Do Revenge, and I want to be fashionable."

    "At an IHOP?"

    Alex was silent. "Good point. Which IHOP are we going to?"

    Magnus didn't answer. "Fuck."

    They chose one in a safer section of New York, and Alex sat in the booth in a corner with a cup of coffee. She wore the same sweater and flannel pants that didn't match. She then spilled coffee on her sweater, but Alex felt it added to the exhausted mom aesthetic she was currently rocking.

    Magnus slowly came into view. His hair was loosely tied up, and he dressed like Adam Sandler. Stained white tee, ugly sweats, Crocs. Despite how horrid his outfit was (not like Alex could say anything), she still found herself thinking, damn, I lucked out.

    "Welcome to the height of luxury," Magnus said as he sat. "On the subway, I watched a fight. They both fucking sucked at throwing punches."

    "Oh, did you take a video?"

    "Who the fuck do you think I am?" Magnus asked. "Of course, I took a video." The two men were, in fact, shit at fighting.

    "Wow. That was terrible. Anyway," Alex said. "As a call-back, I looked up maganizes. I found an alpha male who is willing to help us take our relationship to the next level with these fucking amazing questions."

    Magnus flexed the muscles he did not have. "As a beta, I am ready for these questions. I will follow my destiny to become an alpha through... I don't know, omegaverse sex?"

    Alex had to pause at that. "Is it omegaverse or A/B/O? I feel like people use them interchangeably."

    "I don't know," Magnus admitted. "But you know who does?"

    "Is it perhaps Google?"

    "It is, in fact, Google." Magnus cleared his throat. "A/B/O is all about the sexual dynamics between two or three people, usually containing an alpha, beta, or omega. Omegaverse is used to describe the whole glorious world of werewolf sex."

    Alex sat there for a moment to take that in before the waitress came over, saving her from addressing whatever the fuck Google just told Magnus. She took a sip of the watered-down coffee served at the IHOP. "Okay then. Anyway, I am now scared to open this website. I'm gonna go on BuzzFeed instead. Oh, you want to take a compatibility test?"

    "I would love to. This coffee's shit."

    "For real. How often do we spend together? Wow, grammar really left," Alex muttered. "It just," Alex dramatically flipped her hair, "happens so naturally. Two: A lot. Three: An hour a week. Four: I don't know."