Soulmate AU Oneshots

Mark For Mark

WARNINGS: none, just fluff.

My name is Jasper Painter, and I'm 18 years old. I'm about 6 feet tall and have brown hair and blue/green eyes. I still have yet to find my soulmate, but that's not abnormal at my age. I stare down at my arm and smile as a beautiful flower starts to form on it. My heart skips a beat as I wonder what they're doing and who they are.

I'm pretty sure that they're a girl based on the art style, but I don't really care either way.

"Jasper! Care to repeat what I just said?" my history teacher asks as everyone stares at me.

"I- I'm sorry, Sir. I can't. I have no idea what you said. I'll try to pay attention for the rest of the lesson, though." I say honestly.

"Very well, Mr. Painter, but I will call on you to answer some questions. Do try to pay attention." he sighs.

"Yes, Sir." I reply, looking up at the board.

The rest of the class goes by, and I actually pay attention- even asking some questions of my own, I don't even look down at my hand once. When class lets out I look at my arm and notice that there's a cute drawing of a cat with the word Dumbledore written in very pretty cursive underneath it. I grab a pen as soon as I sit down in my next class.

You named your cat Dumbledore? I write.

Yes, I did. He's my baby. They reply back.

That's amazing omg I love it. I write back and smile as I see their response.

Thank ya. ッ is now written on my arm.

You're welcome. I have to pay attention now, but I'll write after class, okay?  I write.

Okay .ッ they respond.

I at least look like I'm paying attention in this class, but I really want to see what they've drawn. That's if they've drawn anything else.

The class seems to go one for ages, and I just want to go home. I'm a senior this year, so I go home at like 1:00 ish. It's about 2 and a half hours earlier than the underclassmen, but it still feels like a really long time when all I want to do is talk to my soulmate.

My friend, Alex, chuckles softly under his breath as he hears me huff when I check the time on my phone once more.

"Dude, you need to chill. We'll get out soon enough, and then you can talk to them." he says, clapping a hand on my back.

The bell that lets us go finally rings, and I put my stuff in my locker. I walk to my car with my keys in my hand, and I look at my arm once more as I see call Rose later written across the back of my hand. My mind flashes to Alex's soulmate that's named Rose before my mind dismisses it as just a coincidence that 2 people are named Rose.

I drive home and head inside and up the stairs to my room. I pet my cat, Shady, as I look at my arm. A drawing of a girl with short, curly, red hair with blue eyes and freckles is drawn with the word me written underneath it.

You're beautiful. What's your name? I write.

Katherine, but I go by Kat. What's yours? she writes.

Jasper. Some of my friends call me Jay, though. I wish I could draw a portrait of myself like you did, but I can't draw very well. I write.

A string of digits and dashes with call me. appears on my arm.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, add her as a contact, then call the number.

"Hello?" a feminine voice asks after a couple rings.