Soulmates.

I wouldn't say I necessarily believe in them, but I certainly don't disregard them entirely. I think there's certain people that work well in different dynamics with you. I think there's friend soul mates and romantic soulmates, and you can have multiple of each.

I would say there's a line I draw between the two; friend soulmates and romantic soulmates, that is. I have always drawn the line between being with someone as a friend or romantically. Ruining a friendship for a relationship just doesn't seem all that worth it to me. Why risk that amazing friendship for something so much more fragile? That's what relationships are. They're like snow globes. Encapsulating memories and lessons but being able to be broken in one fell swoop.

That's why I draw a line between friendship and romantic relationships. And that's how I've always been.

I can say I'm one of the lucky people to have met one of the soulmates of my life. George. He's one of my best friends in the entire world. He's stuck with me from when I was in the womb. There's literally pictures of him hugging my mom's pregnant stomach and holding me when I was a newborn. I honestly blame him if I was ever dropped on the head.

I think what we have is special.There aren't many people I would consider to be my 'best' friend. In fact, I tend to find the term quite juvenile when it's used in certain situations. It just seems like a phrase used mostly by school girls.

But George and I are best friends. We know almost everything about each other. I helped pick out the tie for his first school dance. He was at my door within ten minutes of finding out my first love broke up with me. We've always been there for each other. We're a small unit. A team. Best friends.

Now George and I are sitting in a comfortably quiet discord call for the past hour. It started off with small talk before we both got wrapped up in our tasks. Now I'm editing and he's folding laundry in each other's presence. There aren't many people I can do these types of things with, and that's a solid reason why George is one of my friendship soulmates.

Well we were doing tasks in silence, until a loud voice joined the call.

"Can you guys be in my vlog?" Tommy asks before even saying a hello.

"What?" George asks, "Didn't you just film a vlog?"

"Yes but I wanted to film another one too," Tommy admits, "We could go on an adventure or something fun."

"Why would you ask Maia?" George chuckles, "They're literally faceless? How do you expect them to be in a irl video?"

"Well it would be rude to not ask."

"I appreciate it," I say, "but I respectfully decline."

Tommy hums a response, obviously expecting my reply. "And you George?"

George sighs. Tommy really found all the sugar in the world with his little question, practically pinning George to a wall for a yes.

"Tommy," a new voice says after a musical sound indicates someone joined the call, "I told you not to bother them."

"But I wanted to ask," Tommy's voice loses all its sweetness and is now whiney.

"You didn't even want to do a vlog until you found out I was going back," Wilbur says, not even acknowledging me nor George.

"Well I have to take what I can when you go to London," Tommy explains. I think he leaned back in his chair from the way his voice sounded further away.

"You're going to London?" George pipes in. George and Wilbur have a little friendship that I adore. They do little catch ups over coffee ever since they met for the first time in real life. They don't talk too much online, but they gossip over pastries whenever they can.

"Yeah, my aunt is pregnant and needs some help moving next week," Wilbur explains, "It'll just be a couple days, but we should definitely get some food while I'm there."

"Oh okay." I can tell George is trying to hide how excited the thought makes him. I wish he would show his emotions more often because he really is a genuine guy.

"Do you need any help?" George asks.

I accidentally let out a little laugh-snort from the thought of George doing physical labor to help someone move.

"What's so funny, Maia?" George's voice is lined with accusations. He knows better than anyone I was laughing at him.

"The only help you would be is telling people where to put things." I can picture George sitting on a box as he points left and right for where Wilbur should put the boxes.

"Are you saying that I'm not buff?" George says, jokingly offended. We both know that George is not the buff type of person, and that is totally okay.

"Not exactly," I weigh the pros and cons of this argument, but it feels like it'll just become a tie. "You're more of a tech guy then a hit the gym kind of guy."

"What if I'm both? Ever think about that?" he jokes, "Besides, not everyone can be your brother."

"Who's her brother?" Tommy asks immediately, "Is he big and strong like me?"

"I never ever said anything about my brother, George," I say, choosing to ignore Tommy's question.

"Who's her brother?" Tommy asks again.

"Well he goes to the gym," George points out in a tone that suggests he's winning. He's not.

"I saw Jack Manifold in a gym once." I sigh. "That doesn't mean he's like my brother."

George is quiet for a moment as Tommy asks once again about my brother. I don't even know why George would bring Max into this. He's all the way in Brighton right now.

"Do you think I compare you to my brother, George?" I ask quietly.

"What? No." He sounds flustered.

I hope he doesn't think I compare him to my brother. Nobody can be the kind of person my brother is. It's nearly impossible to be that level of good.

"If you guys aren't going to tell me, then we should get back on topic," Tommy interrupts. A wave of relief flies through me. I probably don't want to talk to George about that with Tommy and Wilbur in the call.

"Should I vlog or not?" Tommy broaches the topic once again. "I can go to London next week."

"Even if you do compare me to your brother," George starts talking again, "I guess I should be happy because you put me on some level towards him. Does that make sense?"

I pause for a moment. No it really doesn't make sense.

What is his sudden fascination with this? I never, ever compared them. Although they both are amazing people, I would say these days Max is basically a saint.

"George, please." Tommy talks before I get the chance. "Can we get back to me? Thank you."

"Tommy, we're not going to have a lot of time to vlog. I'm only there for three days," Wilbur begins to explain again. It sounds like he's outside walking or something. I wonder if he just left or I didn't notice before.

"We could do a moving vlog to bait the viewers," Tommy says excitedly. It's like the clickbait gears in his head just started turning.

"Tommy, no." Wilbur sighs. I wonder how long they were talking about this before joining George and I's call. "You can't just bring that chaos into my pregnant Aunt's-"

"It wouldn't be total chaos," Tommy interrupts before Wilbur finishes his thought.

Wilbur starts to talk louder to finish it while Tommy continues to talk. This goes on for a solid minute, and it is complete chaos. If this is how it would be at his aunt's house then I would say no aswell.

"Tommy, shush for one second." Wilbur talks very loud. I'm pretty sure every person on the call just winced.

"Maia, what do you think we should do?" Wilbur asks.

My jaw drops slightly, wondering why they would bring it back to me. I'm not even going to be in the vlog because I'm faceless. I shouldn't even be in the equation.

"Not my circus, not my monkeys," was all I said.

"What?" Tommy asks, clearly confused by the expression. Wilbur is laughing at what I had said.

"Only you would say something like that," Wilbur says between fits of laughter. "That was a good one."

I can hear George laughing quietly, but I think that's more towards Wilbur's reaction than my words.

Wilbur sighs once he's done laughing. "That was a good one, Maia," he says, "If I ever hear that again, I'll definitely be thinking about you."

My cheeks blaze. I'm not even sure why, but they do. Something about Wilbur thinking of me somewhere else makes my stomach tie in knots. I push the feeling down. I don't want to look at Wilbur that way.

"Does this mean no vlog?" Tommy asks, "I think I'm just going to say no vlog."

"Okay Tommy, that sounds good." Wilbur sounds more relaxed now that there's been a decision.

It makes me wonder how many times they have conversations like these. Their calls must be absolute chaos sometimes.

But once again, not my circus, not my monkeys.