Amyplier Oneshots(Very slow Updates)

He's My Soulmate?

A/N: I know this idea is not original. I just love these kinds of Oneshots. This is also my first oneshot so IK its bad. I will be taking suggestions so hit me with them. Hope you enjoy. 

Amy's POV

I can't believe it. News on the street is that the school jock does not have a tattoo. How we found out I don't know. I walk into the cafeteria. I see my group. I sit next to SInge. 

"Amy, did you hear?" Ethan asks me.

"No, I didn't hear that the most popular boy in school does not have a soulmate tattoo," I reply sarcastically. 

"I take that as a yes," Jack says.

We continue talking and then he walks in. We all look at him. Mark. The boy without a soulmate tattoo. I analyze his face. He looks upset. He goes to sit at his normal table. They turn him down. I read their lips. I have a talent for that.

"Mark. What are you doing?" his one friend says.

"Sitting in my seat,"

"You can't sit here," his friend Felix says.

"Why?"

"You don't have a tattoo."

Mark walks away sadly. He sees the empty seat at my table. 

"Can I sit here?" He asks.

"Uh... yeah," Tyler says.

"Thanks,"

"No problem," Singe says.

I look at her tattoo on her wrist. I look at Jacks' wrist. I see a tattoo appear. Tattoos sometimes don't appear until the people get close. My eyes widen. Jack didn't have a tattoo. He recently got close to Singe

"No," I mutter. "No fucking way,"

"What was that?" Jack asks.

"Look at your wrist, then Singes," I state.

He looks at his wrist a smile, then Singe's. Their eyes widen. They look at each other. We all start clapping. Even Mark. 

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"Ok, we are doing a group project," Mr. Howell starts. I look at Mark. He still looks upset.

"Groups are," We start paying attention, "Amy and Mark," I look at Mark with one of those awkward smiles you give a person when you see them in public. 

After class, I meet up with Mark.

"Wanna walk home with me to work on the project,"

"Uh, sure. I just gotta head to my locker."

"I'll come with you. If your gonna be sitting at my table, I want to get to know you." I say.

"Look, you don't have to hang out with just because I don't have a tattoo."

"No, I'm not like that," He sushes me as he starts to open his locker.

"Continue,"

"Ok, I want to be your friend." 

"By the way, I like your tattoo," He points at the little alien on my collarbone.

"Oh, thanks, it's not like I could choose though," He laughs.

"Want to start walking?"

------Time Skip 1 week cause I'm lazy------

Mark's POV

Amy has become one my best friends fast. So have the others. Were sitting at lunch when I feel a tingle on my collarbone. I choose to ignore it. Amy and I are still working on that project so we're walking to my house after school. 

Amy's POV

"Hey, guys. What did the wall say to the ceiling?" Ethan asks with a grin on his face.

"I don't know Ethan. This better be a good joke?" Tyler replies sarcastically.

"I'll meet you at the corner." Ethan laughs. I nearly choke. Ethan and I are laughing our asses off. Everyone else looks at us disappointed at the bad joke

------Time Skip to Mark's house cause I'm lazy------

Mark tells me that his collarbone has been tingling all day.

"I'll check it out for you if you want me to."

"That would be appreciated."

When we get to Marks house I take a look at his collarbone. My eye widen. I smile. This can't be right. It can't be. He's my soulmate.

"What is it?" He asks. I hug him. 

"You got your tattoo," I say.

"What?" He asks pulling away from me. He sees his tattoo and looks back at mine. He smiling at me. I see him look down at my lips then back at my eyes. I slam my lips into his. I hear him mumble 'Finally'.

-------------Time skip to school-----------------

I had texted Kathryn and Signe about it. They were happy. I walk up to the school and saw Singe and Jack joined in hands.

"Did you tell him?" I ask with anticipation.

"No,"

"Congrats on Mark," Jack says, "He texted us about his tattoo," he winks.

Mark walks up and puts his hand in mine.

"Hey, soulmate,"

Mark is my soulmate. The jock with no tattoo has a soulmate. And that soulmate is me.