My Favorite Camren One-Shots (Part 3)

Soulmark

Everyone had one, the soulmark on their wrists, they were born with it and most people were lucky enough to actually be able to read it. Lauren was one of the unlucky few. She had spent years looking down at the cursive writing trying to make any sense of it, the black, script writing scrawled across her skin. She wasn't even sure it was english.

See, the soulmark's were names. Names of the marked soul mate, which was why Lauren wanted to read it so badly, she wanted to know who she would end up with.

By high school Lauren had pretty much given up on trying to read the soulmark. She had asked her friends, her parents, no one could read it.

But then, a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday, the soulmark began coming more legible, less of a pointless black scribble. She ask her mom what was going on and, though her mom didn't really know, she explained to Lauren that there was an old legend of people who's soulmark's hadn't been entirely legible but, out of no where, it would become readable, and some people's soulmarks were just never readable. She said that, the ones that became readable over time were ones that survived. Lauren didn't understand what she meant by that so her mom explained it to her. A person who had an illegible mark, their soul mate, the person that should have been on their wrist, was born sick and the universe wasn't entirely sure if they would survive and the soulmark would become legible once the person pulled through and beat whatever could have killed them. The ones that never become legible, their soul mates just didn't survive. Her mom had finished her story with 'But that's just an old wives tail' and then left her standing there shocked.

It was on her seventeenth birthday that she was finally able to read the mark. 'Camila'. She didn't know a Camila, nor had she ever met one but at least now she knew who she was looking for.

By college Lauren still hadn't met anyone by the name of Camila and she was starting to realize that even if she did that didn't mean it was her Camila. There had been people who traveled the world to find their soul mate, some people never did find them, and ended up settling for someone else, they were never happy, though, seeing someone else's name on their partners wrist put a certain strain on a relationship.

The marks would disappear but only after kissed your soul mate for the first time so you knew. You knew if someone didn't have a name on their wrist they were lucky. They were happy. They found their soul mate.

Lauren left state for college, moving all the way up to New Jersey and away from home for the first time.

She was terrified when her mom had tearfully said goodbye and told her for the millionth time how proud she was that Lauren had gotten into Princeton. Her brother had rolled her eyes at their mom, trying, and failing, to look uninterested as he hugged his big sister goodbye. Taylor didn't even try, she was in tears and that made it harder for Lauren to swallow the lump in her throat. And her dad had ruffled her hair like he used to when she was a kid and told her how proud he was of her.

Once her family had left Lauren had gotten settled into her dorm room, filing her clothes into her drawers and setting a few things up on her desk.

She decided to chill out for a little bit before going and exploring the campus, she was exhausted after that twenty hour drive with her family. She fell back on top of the thin white sheet that covered the bed, thankful that she had brought a thicker duvet because she had been told that it gets cold here in the winter, and crossed her arms behind her head, just enjoying the silence when there was a loud crash outside the room then a bang against the door.

Lauren frowned, getting off the bed and opening the door, she had expected it to be some sort of welcome comity or just jerks goofing off but what she was met with was much better. There was a girl crouched down in front of the door staring up at her, wide, bambi like brown eyes and her keys in her hand. Lauren smiled at the adorableness of the girl, her hair a little disheveled and the fact that she hadn't long woken up clear in her eyes.