Painting Their Love ➳ Septiplier Soulmate AU

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Mark's POV

It was Thursday.

Usually, I don't care about what day it was. This Thursday however, was a horrible day.

This Thursday, McLoughlin and his art friends were doing their stupid tour thing at my school.

It's illegal to tell someone where or who their soulmate is, they have to find their significant others by themselves. Nobody else is permitted to get involved. So literally the entire 12th grade will be choking on their spit trying not to tell McLoughlin I'm his soulmate. My mom and dad woke me up with so much enthusiasm it was painful. I nearly had to bribe my parents not to come and record us meeting.

Part of the reason is because it'll be really embarrassing.

And the other part being I'm avoiding him as much as I can so I can avoid him finding out about me.

Most people will say I'm insane for avoiding this opportunity. Hell, maybe I am. However, I have zero interest in meeting my soulmate, and I don't want any more people trying to force friendships on me. When the rest of the world finds out, people will be on their knees kissing up to the young and dumb soulmate of the intelligent, talented, rich artist.

I got dressed in my normal black attire, with a black baseball hat for extra measure. I did not want to be seen, and I was taking extra precautions to make sure. When I went downstairs, my mom and dad tried to lecture me about how I should just accept it and stop trying to hide. Had this been the first time I received their speech, maybe I would have listened. But no, they gave me the same exact speech every day, to the point where I could recite it word for word. Today's, however, was extended. I expected this, but it didn't stop me from rolling my eyes every minute it dragged on. Finally they finished, which ended with my mom giving me a big hug, my dad patting me on the back, and me grabbing my backpack to run to school so I wasn't late.

When I finally arrived, I was a sweaty mess. It was over 85 degrees outside and I was wearing all black and running. I felt no regret as I saw the buses pull in, and some of the artists start filing out of the bus, waving and smiling to the teens who crowded around them. I kept my head down and adjusted my hat while maneuvering through the crowd in search of my friends.

"Hey, over here!" I turned my head to see Mary waving her arms frantically, trying to get my attention. I smile and begin to make my way over.

"There they are!" someone screams, and suddenly everyone around me runs past me. I gasp and get to the side, trying not to get trampled. I turn to see what is causing the commotion and see the other bus of celebrities emptying out. I sigh and hug the wall as i try to get to my friends table. A few people tried to stop and get me to go to meet Sean but I simply shoved them off, recognizing them as Mat and Nate, their friends egging them on. I finally made it to the table and Marzia shot me a sympathetic smile, mouthing an "I tried to stop him" as Felix immediately started asking questions about what I was going to do.

"Mark what the fuck are you going to DO??? Huh?? How are you gonna avoid him all day? Do you even have a plan? How are you not literally shitting your pants right now? I'm shitting my pants for you bro," Felix ranted in my ear, nearly out of breath by the time he finished.

"Don't worry, I am shitting my pants, thanks for reminding me. Good to know I don't look suspicious though," I sighed, rubbing my temples. The whole day was pretty much reserved for them, we just had to go to homeroom for attendance. Everyone was supposed to go right from homeroom to the gymnasium, then we'd get lunch, and finally we're supposed to go to the auditorium for some finale where they all do some dumb shit on stage. "Since we get to walk around in the gym and they just have to stay still, I can probably avoid Sean for most of it. Or if we have to see all of them I just stay towards the back. I'll leave lunch early and make a beeline for the back of the auditorium in that dark corner." Felix nodded, satisfied with my plan. 

"Well you might wanna figure something out for right now because they're cutting through the cafeteria and will be behind you in about ten seconds," Ken warned, sticking his arm out and pointing, drawing attention to us. I choked on my spit and looked over, seeing the group of artists heading right towards us, seeing some of them notice Ken. I quickly looked away from them and kicked Ken under the table.

"You're drawing attention to us you dumb fuck," I hissed as Mary pulled his arm down. Ken looked at me sheepishly as the group passed by our table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the artists wave politely, and the majority of our table waved back. As soon as I watched them leave the cafeteria, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Nice going Ken, you almost fucked it up and it's not even 8 am," Bob chuckled, watching  me stare down Ken. He sunk down further into his seat and Mary rubbed his arm comfortingly.

I put my head in my hands and groaned. This is going to be a hell of a lot harder than I thought.

a/n: it's literally been three fucking years since i updated this LMAO i'm so sorry y'all i lost all motivation for this and forgot about this account tbh. but for some reason,,,,this has 1.5k reads????? the fuck ???? i didn't think you guys would like it so much and i was kind of planning on never updating this but people are still adding this to reading lists so heresies. this is for u :) sorry if my writing style or anything has changed i was like 14-15 when i started and i'm 18 now thats crazy lol sorry for the rant. let me know if you guys still care about this i feel motivated to write so i'll probably do it regardless lol have a nice day/night folks.