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(Inked Up)

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John watched tentatively as the ink slowly appeared on his hand. This was nothing out of the ordinary, as he had seen this particular pattern before. It might have been in a different place, but there was no denying that whoever his soulmate was, they were talented.

  The images and small pictures which, for moments in time, had displayed various scenes, have been showing themselves for as long as John could remember.

  Most thought it to be bizarre, that a young boy like him could already have a soulmate. His parents had definitely thought it to be intriguing, with their curious glances and relentless questions. It never bothered John much, though.

  His mother had joked about it when he had asked for the first time. He wanted to know what those symbols and words could mean, naturally. "They're gifts from your soulmate." she replied. John couldn't understand it then, and sometimes now it seemed confusing.

  He pressed on, however, wondering on the daily when or how he would meet his soulmate.  His mind carried on with the idea as he sits idly in his desk. The students around him chatter mindlessly, unaware of John, it seemed. The words on the board were about topics John had long since learned and he was by no means about to pay attention. Not when art was in the making on his very skin.

  The pen etched itself into his skin with ease, sketching out a familiar image. It was a flower, simple in theory, but the details become complex very quickly. It was almost as if someone had placed a black and white flower on his hand, he could almost feel his soulmate's hand drifting over his skin.

  John sighs calmly, gently touching the surface of his hand as the image becomes clearer as time drags on.

  He is knocked from this temporary peace when the teacher up front writes down the homework on the board. The students around him protest loudly, it was Friday, after all. John avoided confrontation and wrote down the assignment on his other hand; a habit he had gotten into in around the 3rd grade. God, how his mother would protest. ("Your soulmate can see that, you know.")

  He smiles weakly, scribbling the words quickly onto his hand. He could almost hear his mother saying it, although she had given up on the subject for a while now.

  His phone vibrated slightly, Craig must have texted him back. John reached down shyly, grabbing his phone from his pocket. Unlocking the phone he could tell that Craig had indeed responded to John's earlier question.

  John had asked to meet up at a coffee shop nearby Craig's school, as they went to different campuses. Of course, Craig being the social butterfly, gladly accepted the offer. 'Another day, another reminder.' John thinks, scrawling onto his hand once more.

It was nothing too detailed, just something to look back on. "The Hideout w/ Craig" it reads.

The name seems a little odd, but the The Hideout was actually a neat place. In contrast to nearly every coffee shop ever, this place was dominated by students. It was almost always packed with upperclassmen. In some rare occasions, though, a young freshman would come wandering through.

The bell rings, dismissing the bustling students from their classes. John follows his classmates out of the room, stepping out into the cold weather. It was perfect for a coffee anyway.

The drive to the shop would be short, as John had finally convinced his parents to get his own car. He had been driving around his mom's car for way too long, earning him the title of the "mom friend." He was not happy, to say the least.

The most relaxing part of his day, other than watching his soulmate create art, was being able to blast music in his car. Picking the right playlist was the hardest part, but from there it was all smooth sailing.