Only one person in their group has found their soulmate, and that was Brendon. He had found his soulmate when he was twelve, and that was a girl named Sarah. She was only a few months away from her twelfth birthday when she died. Brendon was heartbroken when she died, and he sulked for a month after, every time something was said, he said he had a right to.
Now, Brendon was fine, dating a boy names Ryan Ross who wasn't his soulmate but was the closest thing he would get to one.
They were sitting shoulder to shoulder on a picnic table outside for their free period. Around them, Jack, Alex, and Lynn was arguing about who was a better teacher: Mr. Hoppus or Mr. Armstrong.
"Armstrong all the way! He let's us call him Billie, and his class is music, enough said." Alex stated, Jack nodding next to them.
"I like Hoppus better. He let's us call him Mark as well, and theater is fun, we barely do anything. We play games all day, you guys play instruments and sing." Lynn shrugged. "Brendon, Ryan? Who do you guys think is better?"
Ryan thought for a minute. "Sorry, Lex, but I'm going with Hoppus. He's cool."
Brendon smiled. "I'm going with Armstrong. Musics my favorite class, sorry." Ryan playfully punched his shoulder.
"Your supposed to take my side." He mumbled, making Brendon smile and pull the boy into his chest.
"Sorry, babe." He kissed Ryan's head, and Ryan smiled.
"You two are gross. Get a room, please." Alex sighed, rolling their eyes. Brendon just laughed and flipped them off.
"Your just mad cause your single," Ryan argued.
"I could change that, but no..." Jack muttered under his breath, making Alex push him and him almost fall off the table.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Alex scrambles off the table, attempting to help a laughing Jack up.
"I'm good, Alex. Thanks." Jack said between laughs.
"Kay..." Alex let go of Jack and sat back up on the table. Everyone on the table was laughing as well.
Jack got up and pulled Alex into a hug. He whispered something in their ear, and they nodded. Hmmm...
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Soulmates
FanfictionWhat if you never knew a person was your soulmate, until their last words? (Based off of a Tumblr prompt)