Jerrie Oneshot Book

To Tell You the Truth

Summary: In a world where you can't lie to your soulmate Jade really wishes she could stop blurting out her every thought. Luckily, Perrie doesn't mind.

For as long as she can remember, Jade had been told about soulmates – both theoretically and from experience. She had grown up with stories from her father about destined love and the ridiculous sense of finally being completely whole when everything fell into place. She heard her mother talk about how it changed her life. She watched her brother find his soulmate and it was nice.

She knew it was nice.

Certainly, the concept of having someone made for you, someone designed to complement you was... nice, but it was also terrifying because with stories of whole hearts and unsteady heartbeats came the truth. The truth being, well, the truth being that truth was the key to your soulmate. That is to say that you couldn't lie to them. You couldn't lie to your soulmate and boy did that set Jade on edge.

She had expressed the thought time and again, but she was always shut down with a "why would you want to lie, Jade?" or "you should always want to be truthful with the ones you love" or some other bullshit that she could never quite get behind.

Sometimes you had to lie to your loved ones.

Sometimes lying saved feelings.

Sometimes lying was better.

It was certainly better when she was promising to call people that she was never going to see again as she snuck out of their apartment. It was undoubtedly better when she lied about having helped her brother cheat on one of his college exams - he wasn't in the right mindset that day and he deserved his place.

It was just better. Like a safety blanket. A fail safe. Another wall that she could place between her and the world. She relied on lying until she couldn't. Until she found a girl who made the web weaver in her mouth turn against her. Until she found a girl who made her bones shake, forcing frightful tremors through her body without any real rhyme or reason.

Of course, the reason was that she was pretty, beautiful actually, and all Jade could think about was how charcoal would be the perfect way to capture the shadows that caressed her jaw, or how she had the perfect shade of paint to mimic her blue eyes or just generally, holy shit holy shit holy shit.

True to a world in which your soul calls to its missing counterpart, and clichés run rampant, Jade finds her in a coffee shop. It isn't anything special. The whole world doesn't get brighter. Light bulbs don't shatter. Angels don't sing from the heavens.

It's regular.

It's mundane.

But Jade does trip over her feet a little, and her tongue does feel too big for her mouth, and she does become acutely aware of the sweat pooling in various places of her body.

But it's regular.

It's mundane.

Until...

"Your eyes are the bluest things I've ever seen, and I can't stop picturing them looking up at me from between my legs." Iced mocha. All she meant to ask for was an iced mocha – an incredibly common beverage ordered in a coffee shop, one that she often ordered without issue, except apparently that wasn't going to be the case today. No. Today she was going to put her foot firmly in her mouth.

The worst thing was that she couldn't deny it. It was true. God it was true. The girl was gorgeous, and not just in an objective way, but in a 'I could look at your face and only your face for the rest of my life' kind of way – although that desire was obviously facing some contention, namely the fact that she just accosted the other girl before she even knew her name, which was Perrie according to the name tag pressed on her chest.