(Y/n's Pov)
Some people say soulmates don't exist, some spend their whole life dedicated to finding their soulmate. But me. I don't give two fucks about soulmates.
Soulmates are a disease. The people that find their soulmate would give up everything they were doing and working on just to make the bitch happy. Why? Shouldn't you put yourself first? Whatever, doesn't matter to me what other people decide to do but I for one will never give in to my soulmate. Even if I meet them.
Different people have different soulmate ties. Whether that be tattoos, the color tie, or a pain tie, and many others, they are all different. What is mine? Good question, I have no idea. No tattoo, no red string on my finger, I can see color. I either don't have a soulmate, or I do and the tie is one-sided. I don't really care either way.
Today was one of the only days out of the week that I ever enjoyed. It's a Friday, which means I'm going to the bar with my best friend (Y/bf/n). The only person in this world that I have a soft spot for and give a fuck about. They think I'm crazy though considering when I go to the bar, I don't drink. Yes, I know, very lame. I was never interested in getting drunk. Just didn't care for alcohol in the first place. I'm also a 5 year old at heart so guess what, I drink any kind of fruit juice when I go to bars. Orange juice, apple juice, grape juice, any kind. I don't care what you motherfuckers say that shit is good.
Now a little context about me, I have a huge secret, but doesn't everyone. I have a tattoo on my left forearm, it's a lion's head. Why? Well that's because I am part lion. Crazy. I know. No one knows I have these powers but (Y/bf/n). I don't use them really. I use the super strength part when I fight in the underground cage fights. Sometimes I need to get my anger out. But other then that they really don't matter to me.
I was sitting at the bar drinking orange juice tonight with (Y/bf/n) beside me. "You know you look like a dumbass drinking that in a bar." They give me a sideways glance not caring enough to look at me. "Yep. Do I look like I give a shit." I take a long sip of my orange juice. "No, as always." They take a sip of their drink, "Truth or Dare?". My eyes light up, I love this game, "Dare." cause I'm not a pussy. "Go sing the dumbest but funniest song you can find on that karaoke machine." They give me an amused smirk. Little do they know I have the perfect song for that dare and I already know all the words.
I walk confidently over to the Karaoke machine choosing a song and picking up the microphone. A few people glance at me but not paying me too much attention. I give my best friend a amused smirk as the music starts playing. (Y/bf/n)'s smirk quickly drops knowing this will end up embarrassing them as well as me. But the difference is, I don't get embarrassed. I start singing the song.
Throughout the song I would wave or point at (Y/bf/n). They had their head in their arms on the bar from embarrassment. You would think they would be smarter then to give me this kind of dare. Some of the people in the bar were laughing, others judging me, some not even paying me any attention. Yep, welcome to the life of (Y/n) (Y/l/n).
