twenty one pilots one shots

One Little String

A/N: Some of you 90s kids remember my fanfic One Little String and that I deleted it. Well, now it's a one-shot. Enjoy.

"After you were born, your parents took you to the Cat's Cradle. While you were there, a string was tied around your little finger. That string will lead you to your soulmate. Once you're all grown-up, you can go off into the real world, and find them."

Those words from Jenna's kindergarten teacher echoed in her mind as she wandered around Los Angeles.

She was all grown up now, and was searching for her soulmate, just like her teacher said she would.

Jenna was only 23, but she was beginning to lose hope on finding her soulmate. All of her friends had found theirs. Why hasn't she?

She tried to remind herself that sometimes it took years for someone to find their soulmate, but that hardly ever happened. Most people found theirs fairly early on.

She tried to push out the stories of people who never found their soulmate, and ones where the connection was cut after one dies, out of her mind. She didn't want to consider that possibility yet.

It was mid-afternoon in the city, so the streets were hopping and the sun fried everything that was in its rays. Jenna was wiping sweat off her brow constantly, taking regular swigs from her water bottle.

My soulmate better be amazing if I have to go through all this to find them, Jenna thought with a sigh.

She began to wonder what her soulmate would look like, what gender they would be, even though she had no basis on either.

When you find your soulmate, it's the first time you'll see them.

Jenna could see a short, skinny redhead girl with a wide smile and freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. She could see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, staring at her with wide, stunning eyes. She could see a thin, wiry, nerdy kind of guy. There was no telling what she would see, but it was fun to fantasize.

Ever since she first learned why there were threads of blue, yellow, and green weaves around her pinkie, she had one image on her mind that she associated with the one.

Her soulmate would be a boy. He would be fairly tall, brown hair and brown eyes to contrast with her blonde locks and sky blue irises, and crooked bottom teeth. She wasn't sure why she thought of crooked bottom teeth. Probably because one of her friends had them.

Now that she's older, she has a better idea of what he'll look like.

He'd be a head taller than her, so the height difference wouldn't be huge or marginal. She kept the brown hair and brown eyes, and the crooked bottom teeth, but added other features like dimples and full lips. He can sing, too. Beautifully. He can play several instruments, mainly the piano and the ukulele. He has some pretty sweet dance moves, but he can't take or edit pictures worth crap.

In Jenna's eyes, that was her soulmate, even though it was highly unlikely that that is what she would see.

She began to wonder if her soulmate has ever wondered what she looked like.

Do they imagine short, blonde hair, with fair skin and skies for irises? Do they imagine a skinny girl? Do they imagine straight teeth formed from crooked ones? Do they imagine anything that closely resembles her?

Then doubts came to her mind. What if her soulmate doesn't like her? What if they think she's ugly, and don't want to be her soulmate, even if they're meant to be? What if she doesn't like them? What if they're not what she always imagined? What if they're not happy together?