Janiel Oneshots (Discontinued...Again)

8. Soulmates? (Fluff)

(Joey's POV)

The tattoo came when I was thirteen. It wasn't a name, a number, or an initial. It was a symbol. I'm the only person I know who has a symbol instead of initials. At first, I was confused, not understanding the meaning behind the tattoo. But as I got older and the more and more people around me found their match, the more I grew depressed. There's one more thing, all the couples around me were straight. No one in my town is gay, no one has matched with me. Every guy and girl I've met in my life doesn't have a symbol like mine. I've fallen into despair. What if I never find my match?

I'm in my senior year of high school now and I have yet to meet my apparent "soulmate." I've run out of faith. My sister met her soulmate when she was a junior, why haven't I? A new boy just enrolled in our school. Already he's made his presence known to everyone. His sarcasm and sass attracting all genders, well, everyone except me. He's absolutely not my type. But goddamn he's hot. Slapping myself in the face, I continue on with my day. And of course, he's in the majority of my classes because my life has to be that cliche. Midway through fourth period, my arm starts to burn, feeling as if I pressed it against a stovetop. I hiss in pain, causing more than half the class to look in my direction. I quietly apologize before turning my arm over. The tattoo was bright red around the edges as the ink darkened. What is happening?

I met up with my friend Ryland after class, my arm still burning. "Woah are you okay?" Ryland grabs my extended arm, gasping at the ink and the burn. "Your soulmate is near!" "What?" Smiling, Ryland pulls me out to the courtyard "I knew this day would come!" "How are you so sure?" Pulling up his sleeve, Ryland shows me his fading 'S.D' tattoo. "It burns until you kiss your soulmate. The tattoo will begin to fade once you begin dating." I've already met him? "I'm so confused" "it's a confusing time, don't fret over it okay?" "That sounds easier said than done, to be honest." Rubbing my shoulder, Ryland leads me back to the school before running away to find his boyfriend. I'm at a loss.

The tattoo stopped burning during two out of my last three classes, leaving me even more confused. During sixth, I looked at the tattoo to see an addition to the dark and burning ink. Initials. In the middle of the symbol, the letters 'D.P' were placed as if they've been there the whole time So this means whoever my soulmate is, they now have my initials. Great. I don't understand how this initial thing works. Literally, anyone could have the initials written on your arm. Some people don't even end up with their mate...sure those marriages end in divorce. But still! I'll probably never end up meeting the mysterious D.P, so I'll have to start my collection of cats. "Graceffa! Are you paying any attention?" My head snaps up to see my teacher and the new kid staring at me. "Uh...um...sorry."

Looking at the new kid, my tattoo started burning. I wince and look away, not seeing the boy wince too. Lucky for me, the bell rang before the teacher could further interrogate me. I met up with my group in the cafeteria, my arm still burning. "Joey! Ryland told us everything! Who do you think it is?" I shrug "well, I got initials now so..." My entire table went silent. "You have initials on your arm?" Showing them the tattoo, everyone gasps "I have never seen something like this before. Maybe he's closer than we think." Looking at the tattoo, I ask "what if it's not a boy?" Ryland shakes his head "God wouldn't do that to you. You know you're gay, He knows you're gay. It's not going to be a girl."

As I'm walking home, I hear a car horn blare from beside me. Before I could turn around, my tattoo started to burn. Looking over my shoulder, I see the new boy in his car. "Can I help you?" I ask quietly, looking down at my feet. "Do you want a ride?" Right as he asked, it started raining. "I-I-I'm fine, I like walking and the rain." The boy pulls over and gets out of his car "I'm not going to let you walk in the rain, come on!" I swear I thought he was going to take his jacket off and put it on me. Why is he like this all of a sudden? We never spoke before this, what is happening? He grabs my wrist, his fingers pressing against my tattoo. I hold back a hiss as he pulls me to the car.