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"i get so jealous too easily"
you glanced down at the back of your hand as you felt the familiar feeling of drawing. you saw black ink appear on your skin, forming a swirly pattern. with a smile, you moved your hand to rest it in your lap so none of your classmates could see the drawing.
this happened every school day during your fourth period class. you assumed wherever your soulmate was, this was a boring class for them. every school day you got some sort of drawing on your left arm. it was never very direct, it was always little doodles of things like flowers or birds or just random lines.
you knew for a fact that was your connection to your soulmate. it was quite obviously actually. everyone's was different, but no one knew what anyone else's is. if it was a physical thing like yours, no one but you or your soulmate could see it.
you'd always wondered how your soulmate was connected to you. maybe they felt your emotions or had a timer on the wrist or maybe your name on them. maybe they had a little tattoo indicating your biggest passion or your first words to them on their wrist or maybe they visited you in your dreams.
no one ever knew until they met their soulmate, and so far, you had not even the slightest idea who yours was. you had definitely tried to find them, most certainly. you shook everyone's hand, introduced yourself with your full name, you would hum every song you knew of that mentioned the state of maine in case it would get stuck in your soulmates head. you tried everything you could think of.
you watched as the ink lines drew themselves into your skin and smiled to yourself. your soulmate was a good artist, their doodles always made you happy. that's when you noticed a little smiley face draw itself onto your thumb.
you furrowed your eyebrows and stared down at it. you traced a finger over it and glanced around the room in confusion. as soon as you thought about being happy because of the drawings, that little smile showed up.
maybe that was it. could they hear your thoughts? or maybe feel your emotions? perhaps their thoughts were actually your voice. you first wondered why they were just now communicating, but then you realized they were probably trying to see what your connection to them was.
quickly you thought about how happy you were, and an exclamation mark appeared on your middle finger. you held in a giggle and tried to repress your grin.
"excuse me ms. gardener, can i use the restroom?" you asked politely.
your teacher nodded and you walked out as fast as you could. you hurried into the restroom and tried to continue communicating.
"where are you?" you thought, trying to feel confused.
maine began to show up on your wrist, just like someone was writing it.
"me too!" you thought happily, mentally expressing your excitement.
an address began to write itself along the length of your forearm, likely to your soulmate's house. the handwriting was neat, a bit shaky but legible. you immediately went back to class and couldn't sit still for the rest of the day.
"i think i found them heather." you whispered quietly to your best friend as you left the school.
"really? that's amazing y/n/n." she exclaimed.
"i'm going to meet them right now actually." you replied.
her eyes widened, "they live in derry?" she asked.
you nodded, "i recognized the street." you replied, a slight blush dusting your cheeks.
"well go! hurry on now y/n!" heather said with a laugh as she pushed you lightly.
you giggled, "okay okay. love you!" you called out to her as you began to sprint to the bike rack.
your bike was in the spot you always kept it in, the mustard yellow color fading away. you hopped on and began pedaling towards critton street, which was located in the most populated neighborhood of derry. your house was actually a few streets over.
you shook your head, unable to believe you've been so close this whole time. had you even met them before? what if you knew them well? oh god what if you hated them?
you glanced down at your arm to look at the number and stopped your bike in front of a two story house. the grass looked pretty neglected, but the house seemed homey. kind of chilling though.
you threw your bike down onto the grass and walked slowly up to the porch. with a deep breath, you knocked on the door, which was answered by the oh so familiar bill denbrough.
"124 critton lane?" you asked, wanting to clarify.
bill nodded, "are you?" he trailed off and you grabbed his left hand and saw it was covered in identical doodles to yours.
"you're a pretty good doodler bill." you commented with a grin.
bill immediately pulled you in for a hug and you laughed in relief as your arms wrapped around his neck.
"come in, please." he offered with a smile.
"of course." you replied, unable to dull your smile.
