𝖕𝖔𝖛: You know the thing where when you turn 16, whatever you put mark on yourself also shows up on your soulmate? Yea, that's what this is...(y/n pov)
"This soulmate thing is just so silly to me Amira. What if I don't have a soulmate?" I exaggerate to my best friend of 9 years. "Well girl, just be patient. You only turned 16 two weeks ago. He might be shy!" Amira, trying to cheer me up says.
I look over to my phone to see her staring right back at me. "Y'know that's not my type, I need me a dominant one, someone that can handle me, someone that can just-" "please stop right there..." I just laugh at her, but in all seriousness. I was serious, I find myself to be a handful, and I need someone who can deal with that. Not someone who's shy, and can't even say, or "write" a word to me.
"What does it even feel like when you get a message from them? How was the first time with you and Andrew?" I asked curiously. "It tickles a bit, it's a funny feeling, but it's sweet. Me and Andrew wrote for the longest, until we finally decided to meet up." Amira says, looking to be in a bliss. "Snap out of it we're talking about my relationship status right now." "Your the one who asked miss hunny boo boo."
I looked at the girl like she was crazy. "What did you just call me. Cuz I know you didn't miss thang." "I very much di-" she got cut off by me hanging up, don't look at me like I was crazy, she was not going to press me on my phone. On some real stuff though I called her back, and we continued on with the topic from earlier. After sitting on the phone for hours I decided to hit the hay.
"Goodnight babes" Amira says to me while blowing a kiss to me. I "caught" the kiss and did one back, all while saying good night. "Don't let the bed bugs bite" she looked at me baffled as the words came out my mouth, but I of course hung up before she could get a word in. I plugged my phone up watched my face, brushed my teeth, and finally laid down into my sheets. If only my big strong and dominant boy could be besi-
(In the wee hours of the morning)
I woke up to this funny feeling on my thigh, like someone was rubbing their hand against it. I scurried my way to the bottom of my beg to look for what could be causing that feeling, but found nothing. Though as I looked at my thigh, I noticed something, words it looked like.
"Hi?"
I looked at it blankly. 'what the fuck do I do.' I looked for a pen, or marker. Anything I could right on my skin with, but OF COURSEEEEE I couldn't find shit. So I didn't have no choice but to creep downstairs to look. That wouldn't be a problem if my mama wouldn't "close" her kitchen at night. Like what kind of torment is that, what if I'm really starving and in need of food, but back to what I was saying
(😒).I crept down the stairs, not without looking into my mom's room first to see if she was sleep. Thankfully she was, and was snoring too. With that being said I snuck with ease down the stairs. Looking inside the kitchen, making sure none of my siblings was in there, I look inside the drawer where my mom keeps all the art stuff, and get what I need. I rush into my room. Closing the door and flopping onto my bed, I think of a reply.
'omg I'm a little nervous. Do I just say hey back? Yea, that sound good' I slowly put the pen against my skin and wrote a small "hello" back. I stayed up for a few hoping to get a reply back, but no avail. So I just went to bed, I got school in the morning anyways, it's cool. (I was really hurt inside)
(In the morning)
"Good morning mama!" I say cheerfully to my mom. She just stared at me with that one look that made the back of my throat itch. I wish I could take my hey back because what she said next, made me wanna go back to my room and lay DOWN. "Why you so happy, what lil boy done confessed to you?" My mother said to me. "Well, mother, since you wanna know. my soulmate wrote to me yesterday day. Well...today. but. Early in the morning today.." all my mom did was hm in response, at least I got some kind of acknowledgement right? (That was a big ass word omg.)
"Well I got to go catch the bus, I'll see you later.." I say and rush out the door. I can't wait to tell Amira about this, she's gonna be so excited. I wore a skirt just so that she'll be able to see it. Though when I got on the bus I seen a unfamiliar looking boy. In our seat, so I walked up to him.
"Hey uhm, you're kind of like in me and my friends seat, do you mind getting up?" He looked at me a little confused, which also made me confused, so as I got to repeat myself I get stopped by the boy next to us. "don't try it girl, he's deaf, can't hear you, nor me. Maybe if you scream loud enough, who knows."
I was a little shocked, but not surprised. My school always accepted any kind of kid, no matter what problems they had going on. As the boy told me this I just decided to go on to a different seat, but once again was stopped, not from the boy beside us, but the one in front of me. He was holding out a piece of paper with the words "hi?" On them. Which awfully reminded me about my soulmate, in my opinion they both had the same handwriting, a little sloppy, but still readable.
Not wanting to make him feel outcasted out anything, I sat down beside him. I waved to him as my response, and he wrote on the piece of paper, "you're really pretty," my eyes went wide a bit, I didn't expect that to be written at all, but it did make me smile. He wasn't a ugly guy at all, infact he was quite handsome if I do say so myself. I took the paper from him and wrote, "thank you, you're quite handsome yourself," taking what I was thinking onto the paper. I notice him smile a bit, but then his eyes get big like mine did earlier. He points to the words on my thigh, and I write on the paper to explain. But what shocks me most is when he pull his shorts up a little to show me the exact same markings.
(PT. ONE)
𝕳𝖎 𝖌𝖚𝖞𝖘, 𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖆. 𝕯𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖇𝖊. 𝕾𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘😗
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