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Soulmates were stupid. Worst idea ever. Who the hell even thought of them? From what you learned in health class, every person has a tattoo appear on their skin when they find what they love best, and that tattoo is on that exact place on their soulmate's body, meaning somewhere in the world there was a person with an tiny typewriter right behind their ear.
"So why the fuck do I have a giant ass spider on my hip?" You scream at no one in particular, eyeing the ugly thing through your mirror. You pull your sweatshirt down again, covering the spider. The only good part about it was that it resembled Spiderman's symbol, one of your favorite heroes. On the con side though, whenever a soulmate was feeling strong emotions, their tattoo would move. So once or twice a day, the giant ass spider would move. You cringe at the thought.
You grab your backpack and angrily shove your books into your backpack, muttering rapidly in a mocking voice. "Soulmates are a beautiful thing, they said."
The backpack was slung over your shoulder as you stomped out the door. "You'll love getting your tattoo, they said."
"Well they can go fuck themselves!" You scream into the empty house, slamming the door behind you.
The only thing that made school worse was that today's history class was replaced by health class, which meant yet another teacher talking about soulmates while half the class stared into space dreamily and the other half was bored to death.
"Excuse me (Name)," Mrs. Steiner says, jarring you out of your thoughts. "We're doing an exercise on soulmates."
You see that the class had arranged their chairs in a circle and you slowly drag your chair to an empty spot, trying to take as long as possible. People began to recite how they met their soulmates and proudly tell the story of how they first saw their tattoo. You shrunk in your seat and by the time it was your turn to speak, sweating bullets.
"I, uh-I haven't met my soulmate..." You whisper, just loud enough for the class to hear. Muttering breaks out between your peers, boys and girls alike not so subtly gossiping about you. Mrs. Steiner shushed them.
"What about your tattoos?"
You consider staying quiet and dodging the question, but the anger you felt this morning returned. "I hate my tattoos." You deadpan, crossing your arms. A few people gasp and Mrs. Steiner looks like she wants to say something that she legally can't.
"H-how nice." She forces out, plastering on a fake sympathetic smile. "I hope you find your soulmate anyway."
"Well I don't wanna find them." You grumble, slumping down into your chair. Across the circle, Peter Parker looks just as uncomfortable. You see him toy with his shirt, fulling the hem of his sweater down. On the left side... You think, remembering your frustration with your left hip in the morning. That's either a weird coincidence-or he's my soulmate... Oh no.
He caught you staring, sending you a questioning look, to which you turned away quickly. Thankfully the bell rang, cutting off Mrs. Steiner's rant. As students hurried out of the class your curiosity peaked, making you desperate to see what Peter was hiding. You rushed into the hallway, searching for his golden brown hair in the crowd and following close by. Before Peter could react, you sped in front of him, muttered an apology and yanked his sweater up, just enough to see his exposed left hip.
He yelped and threw your hand off, jumping back as if shocked, but you saw what you needed to see; there, on his left hip, right above the line of his black jeans, was the spider, currently writhing around in panic. You felt a tingle on your left hip and lifted your own sweatshirt. Sure enough, your spider was also wiggling its legs about in a creepy dance.
Peter eyed you with a red face, his eyes darting from your face to your hip.
"It is you!" You cry, pointing from the spider on you to the one on him. "Mother of- You're the Spiderman?"
"S-shut up!" He whisper yells, weaving a hand through his hair. "I'm n-not SpiderParker- I mean PeterMan- I mean...shit!"
"Don't fuck with me, I've been through too much today!"
"I-I...There's no use trying to convince you I'm not Spiderman, right?" You shake your head and he bites his lip nervously. "I guess my soulmate had to find out at some point."
"Holy-" You mentally slap yourself for completely forgetting about the damn soulmate thing. "You're my soulmate. Oh my god!"
Leaning on the lockers for support, you stifle a giggle, then start full on laughing like a crazy person. Peter seems to think you lost your mind too.
"Are you okay? Physically and mentally?"
Your laughter dying down, you manage to get out an answer. "Yes? No? I have no idea?" You giggle to yourself, using the back of your hand to wipe tears of laughter and relief from your eyes. "I mean come on-my soulmate's Spiderman and there's a tattoo of a big ass spider on me! I thought you were some weird guy who stays at home and has like ten spiders as pets!"
Peter snorts and sits down next to you. "I didn't want a soulmate, actually." He says. "The idea was stupid, y'know?"
"Hey, same!" You exclaim, your eyes lighting up at finding another person who sympathizes with you. "And the tattoos are stupid too. I mean, who wants a random thing to show up somewhere on your body? You could wake up one day and have a soybean near your buttcrack!"
Peter gives a bark of laughter at this, doubling over to clutch his shaking sides.
"I still hate the idea of soulmates," You reason. "But in terms of us, I think the universe kinda nailed it."
"Yup," Peter declares, grinning widely. "I like your typewriter. It's in a funny place, but I like it."
"Hey!" You defend, feigning hurt. "A typewriter behind your ear is cute as hell!"
He doesn't respond, only giggling more and wrapping an arm around your waist as you and him sat against the lockers at 9:49 a.m., missing class and being weird. Then again, you were a typewriter and he was a spider, and those things together were anything but normal
