Callie had always been there for me. After mom and dad got in that wreck, I didn’t have anyone left. I was alone, and scared about what was going to happen next. I thought it was all over. Then Callie showed up at my door.
  She’s a very fluffy calico cat. Black, white, and a golden orange color spot her fur. She’s very elegant, and very playful. And.......she listens. I know, that sounds crazy, but I’m telling the truth. She actually listens when I wanna tell her about my problems. It’s weird, actually. I always feel better after I talk to her, like when I’d talk to my mom.
  Every time I’ve had a hard day, I talk to Callie, and today’s been especially rough. This awful woman from work, my boss herself, has docked my pay once again. Her reason was that ‘I didn’t wear the right kind of shoes’, even though she recommended this exact brand. She knew I was struggling to pay rent after last time. Then again, Patricia’s never cared about me.
  So, it’s another day to talk to Callie. “I’m home, Callie.” I look around for her, but I can’t find her. Then, I look at the window, and there she is. Waiting patiently, as if knowing I needed to talk. “Hey, Callie. You remember Patricia, right?” I got a very angry sounding ‘Mrow’ after I asked. 
 “Yeah, I definitely understand. So, she docked me again.” Callie’s eyes widened at the news, and hissed. “You don’t think I was on my knees begging her not to? I tried everything. I guess we’ll be taking up Maggie’s offer to stay at the homeless center.” Callie growled at the thought. “I know, you don’t like the dog at the center, but it’s the only place we can head to after this. I don’t exactly have any friends.”
 And then, something shocking happened. Callie opened her mouth, and not a hiss or meow came out, but words. “You have me, Angela.” I swear, I just stared at her with my mouth open for half an hour.
 “Y-YOU SPOKE!” I tried to get a grip of what was going on.
 “Indeed I did, Angela. I thought it’d be about time you knew. My name is Calypso. I am your guardian angel.” She leapt to the couch. “Come, take a seat.” She awaited me, almost glowing in beauty.
 So, I did. I mean, what choice do I have? “Angela, my dear, we mustn’t go to the homeless center. If we leave now, no good shall to us.”
 “Well, what now then? I’m not going to be able to make rent. Not as long as Patricia can help it.”
 “Trust in me, Angela. Quit your job under Patricia. Apply for a caretaker at the homeless center. Act unto those less fortunate, and well tidings shall fall upon thee.” So, I nodded. I knew that Callie, or well, Calypso would never lie to me. Not after all we’ve been through.

 Today was the day I meet them. My Soulmates. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Everyone only has one Soulmate.’ Aren’t those such pretty names? 
 Oh! I completely forgot to introduce myself! Hi, my name’s Michael! Here I am, at the Matching Office in California. I’m just sitting there in front of the woman who just matched me up with the other two in the waiting room. I’m so nervous.
 OH SHIT THE DOOR! “Um, hi, I’m—“ before I can even finish my sentence, one came over and hugged me. Tight too.
 “I know who you are, Caleb. I can’t wait to be with you.” He was wearing joggers, some sneakers, and a hoodie. His hair was so soft, but then, the other came over to pry him off.
 “Alright, guy, off my man.” Jet-Black hair, smoothed back. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, and leather boots...and those eyes. Those piercing blue eyes. “Hey, baby! I knew you’d be cute.”
 “Oh, gosh, you think I’m cute? Low standards—“Of course you are, sweetheart! What’s a little extra on the outside? Just means you’re gonna be nice to snuggle with.” It was the one with the hypnotic eyes. He didn’t seem like the snuggling type, but hey, I could tell he was plenty buff. Maybe even strong enough to carry me. That’d be nice.
 “Hey, buddy, why are you trying to get romantic with him? I’m the one with his name tattooed!” He raised his sleeve, and there was my name. Michael Castellanos. The other was shocked, he looked at the Matchmaker and sighed, rubbing his temples.
 “Alright, chicky, what joke are you pulling here?” He was clearly annoyed, so I backed up a bit. They both took a step towards me, then stepped back.
 “Well, looks like I get to explain now. You see, Michael here is a special person. He has both of your names. Always has.” She waved her hand in my direction, and I showed my wrists, and there clear as day, were the names Adrien Williams and James Legacy.
  “Uh, yeah. This isn’t a joke...You’re both my Soulmates.” They weren’t exactly.....taking it well.
 The one in leather walked over to me, and smiled. “Sweetheart, you do know you’ll have to choose, right?” He put an arm around my waist, and held me close. I could tell he wanted me and me alone, and the other guy, he did too.
 “No, I don’t. I choose not to choose.” So, I didn’t, and here we are. They both love me, and are starting to get along better. It’s only been a few hours since I met them. James, the one with the bright blue eyes, he’s got a cute secret sweet side to himself; and Adrien, he’s just happy that I didn’t choose to make him be lonely. I never would’ve done that to him! He’s as small, and cute as James is big and tough. Us three are together, and I couldn’t be happier.