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Green ink spread across pale skin. Perfect brush strokes and small details drawn across the surface of George's arms. It was a fantastical sight that George had grown to love although the truth behind it was terrifying. If anyone was to see these drawings and match it with their own George would have to finally admit he had a soulmate.
George wasn't dumb. He was quite the opposite in fact but still the realisation that he and everybody else had a soulmate hadn't seemed to awaken just yet.
Instead the boy took note of this morning's beautiful sketches that lay along his skin and got ready for another hectic day of college.
It was a Friday and honestly the best day of the week in George's opinion. Although he still had classes, the sun always seemed so shine the brightest on a Friday.
A luke warm cup of coffee in his hand and a bounce in his step, the small boy made his way across campus.
The sight of students sitting around so early made his heart stutter for a moment. George wasn't the best in social situations, let alone around lots of people. It came as a surprise when he somehow managed to make a small group of friends for himself.
Seated at the very back of class sat Quackity. A short man with an obnoxiously large personality. There were no defaults to Quackity, at least that's what others thought, closer friends of him would surely beg to differ. Although they mean it out of love .
Next to Quackity's right side sat Karl.
They were polar opposites some might say and it was weird how the three of them, George included, got along so well.
Karl was bubbly, bright and could cheer up anybody in a millisecond.
Quackity was egotistical, handsome and seen as a hierarchy to society.
George himself was timid, a little self conscious and avoided most people.
Together they brought out the best in each other.
"Finally! Can you please tell Alex that no one wants to hear about his sexual encounters" Karl groans in annoyance but chuckles light heartedly.
"What?!" George laughs taking a seat to Quackity's left. There was never a dull conversation between the trio. "Dude that's just common sense" George smirks at the sight of Quackity's ego shrinking.
"But damn was she hot and the way-" Karl quickly shuts Quackity up with his hand smacking over his mouth.
"I've had to put up with this since six this morning!" his hand quickly removes its self from his mouth in disgust. "He licked me!"
The three burst out in quiet laughter. George moves his hair out of his eyes in annoyance. Before his arm could set back down Quackity grabs it quickly, pulling up his sleeves.
"Holy shit" Quackity's eyes widen, "don't you think that maybe your soulmate draws so much so they can find you?"
In all honestly that idea had crossed through George's head but it wasn't enough to convince him not to cover up the detailed drawings.
"I'm not ready just yet" it was the truth.
"I've been talking to mine!" Karl runs a hand through his hair before pulling up his sweater sleeves. "Look."
He shoves his arm forward, showing Quackity and George many tiny words written across his forearm.
"I write in blue pen and they write in black" he takes his arm back looking down at it "It's easier that way."
"Are you guys going to meet?" George mumbles hesitantly. Karl has always been set on finding his soulmate, it's all Karl would talk about when they were younger.
To Quackity and George, they never believed the soulmate thing was real. It seemed impossible to be able to communicate with someone else by drawing or writing on your skin let alone for them to be your soulmate. Karl was much different and always wanted that fairy tale ending.
"I hope so!"
"My soulmates a dick" Quackity darkly chuckles. He's wearing a short sleeve shirt so his clear arms can be seen. "I try writing something every now and then so we can talk but nothing" he sighs. "I even tried drawing all over my arm to see if I could match it to someone."
"I'm sorry man"
"Pfft, don't be" he adjusts his beanie "this way I can do my own thing with anyone." The smirk than appears on Quackity's lips is almost wicked but his two friends know Quackity's decisions are always harmless.
Almost always anyway.