Winterwidow One-shots

It's You

James gazed at the set of four birthmarks on his wrist. Well...everyone called them birthmarks, but they were really more like tattoos. Everyone had four. Sometimes in different places, but usually around their wrists. Each tattoo told you a different thing about your soulmate. Some were colored, some were plain black. Very rarely, people would have white tattoos. James didn't have any white ones, but his were very interesting. His were all black, which was fairly rare. One was a very small bullet. Another, an intricate key. The third, a ballet slipper. The last was the word "selcouth". James had looked up that word at least twenty times. "Unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous."

James didn't really know what to make of the tattoos, although they had been catching his eye a lot lately. He didn't know why, but he'd just been studying them for long periods of time, trying to formulate the personality of this person in his brain. He was now sitting in the dim light of a movie theater, studying them again. His friend Steve and Steve's friend Sam sat to the right of him. The last few stragglers were filing in before the movie started.

"You okay, Buck. You're really spacey today." He was pulled from his daze by Steve. Sam was chuckling at him. "I'm fine, Steve. Just tired." Sam chuckled again. "Man, you say that everytime someone asks you that. How tired are you?" James rolled his eyes. Sam and him definitely had a love-hate relationship. "You know I get up early to go to work. I'm always at least a little tired."

James worked at a flower shop to help pay his way through college. It was actually very odd, because the rest of James' personality was a bit on the angsty side. But hey, he loved his job. Something about helping people who wanted to do something special for someone else just made him feel a little better about himself.

Just as the movie was starting, two women sat down in the seats to the left of James. The lights dimmed even more as the previews came to an end. "I can't believe I let you drag me to see this stupid rom-com." the woman sitting two seats from James whispered.

"Hey!" the woman next to James said as she went in to a whispered rant. "I watch your pretentious dramas, you watch my rom-coms. Besides, this is a meaningful movie. It's not two high schoolers going to the prom together. It's adults falling in love and there is drama and action. There's something creative and unique in a good romantic drama with some laughs here and there. Something... I don't know...selcouth."

James jerked his head up. Next to him, a woman with cherry red hair sat with her arms crossed. Her army green jeans had two zippers that went across her thighs. She had on a black ankle boots and a black tank top that was oversized and lower cut, revealing the numerous tattoos she had along her arms, across her back, and even one on her chest.

"Can I help you with something, or are you just going to continue gawking like that?" she said without turning away from the screen. James then realized that she was talking to him, but all he could choke out was, "It- It's you."

Her eyes went wide, and she turned to him. She squinted at him for a moment and then flipped over her wrist. There were several tattoos that were separated from the rest of the tattoo work. The cluster consisted of a red star, a red rose, a dog tag with the letters B.B. written in red on them, and finally red cursive that said, "It's You".

She turned to James and smiled. "Yeah. It's me."