(A/N this is a soulmate thing where if you write something on your body it also shows up on your soulmates body so yeah this will be fun)
I sat on the couch as the actors on the TV discussed something I didn't care about. Nothing mattered right now. Nothing except was she was drawing.
I stared at my arm as the lines appeared. I wondered what it would be this time. She's an amazing artist, whoever she is. She's drawn dragons that spew flames up my arms, abstract swirls on my legs, and so much more.
I wish I had the same art skill as her so I could return the favor and put art all over her body, but I can hardly draw a straight line. A detailed drawing of anything is out of the question.
I couldn't help but smile as more and more lines began to form. I felt butterflies in my belly as my heart did gymnastics for her.
Speaking of butterflies, that's what she was drawing, I think it was a monarch. She typically uses pens and she was now, too. Once she was done with the black she used an orange pen, and all too soon the activity on my skin became nothing.
As the rest of the night went on the butterfly disappeared and faded away. She must've showered or washed it off. She didn't draw for me again that night, but I woke up with three monarchs were on my arm. They looked like they were flying into the sky.
I smiled like a goof, and my heart did back flips for her. My smiling session was interrupted by my alarm clock. I had one set every five minutes because I'm a lazy person who enjoys sleep and believes school is full of pests (my classmates).
Even though it was hell, I was a demon and was bound by satan to return everyday of every work week for 7 hours so I was forced to attend. So I grimly went through my normal morning routine and begged Jack Frost for a snow day but I knew the bastard wouldn't come through. He never answers my prayers during spring.
I sat on the bus. My bus driver was Kharon (the ferryman to hell) and the route was a river of fallen test-taker souls.
My train of thought suddenly derailed when my best friend Kyle sat next to me. "Did you study for the Spanish test?" He inquired.
"What."
"Dammit Patrick, this is what you get for sleeping in that class." He chastised.
"She keeps talking in gibberish and wonders why I can't keep up with her stories. Bullshit class if ya ask me" I said defensively. Kyle rolled his eyes in response as I was about to join the test-taker souls.
Spanish was my first period so I didn't have any free time to study my nonexistent Spanish notes. I sat in Mrs. Gonzalez's class in my assigned seat. She had already started passing out the test of doom.
Once she had finished passing them out she crossly said "this is due by the end of class" in her thick mexican accent.
I stared at the first question and my first thought was "Well fuck me with a scantron and call me a failure".
I looked around the class and even the Mexican kids were filling their shit. I think it was obvious what I had to do: cheat off of the smart girl next to me.
Alice Hankins was one of the girls in class that don't talk much and study, but when I looked over at her test I saw her drawing a monarch butterfly in the corner of her paper.
My heart raced faster than a rabbit being chased my a dog. I pulled out an ink pen out of my hoodie pocket and decided to experiment. I drew a dot on my hand.
Boom. A black dot appeared on her hand. It was too small to catch her eye so she kept drawing. I was so giddy I could hardly contain myself.
I wrote on my hand 'look to your right'. And of course she did and our eyes locked. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal the three monarchs. Her eyes widened and suddenly nothing mattered right now. Nothing except her.
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