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Pamela was in the middle of trying to find any research on her current project when it appeared. More writing on her wrist. She stopped as soon as it appeared to watch it contently. The handwriting was small, artistic, and cute. She also seemed to be writing in blue ink, probably a nice pen too, seeing as the letters were uninterrupted as if it had been written by nothing other than gel. Pamela had to role up the sleeve of her white shirt to see the rest. As the sentence was finally finished Pam read it under her breath "Don't forget to call kitty at 4." The I was dotted with what seemed to be a tiny heart and ended with a cute cat face. Pam smiled.
It had been happening for a couple weeks, no one knew when it would start but it happened with everyone. When ever your soulmate wrote on their arm it would show up on yours. Pamela had tried hard not to decipher the innocent little notes and flower drawings and song quotes, but she couldn't help herself. It was obvious it was a girl, possibly in college, had a hard time remembering things, and was very optimistic. Although her little notes seemed uplifting, various song lyrics she'd write in the inside of her forearm, close to the elbow, said otherwise. Many of them had an underlying tone of worthlessness and that concerned Pam. "Just you wait." She thought.
Snapped out of her train of thought by a near by lab door slamming shut, she returned to her computer screen, not bothering to roll her sleeve back down. As skeptical as she was, this was one scenario she had a hard time debunking. Anything she had ever read on the subject said that when people had actually found their counterpart they really had fallen in love. But how could you fall in love with someone you've never met? It just wasn't logical. And what about all those people who knew the other forever and realize they live each other. Wouldn't the writing just ruin that opportunity? Apparently not, as she had found a recent article about how the two had been writing each other notes the whole time and when they decided to meet up, it had been their life long friend who had just never seen the writing on their arm. Pam sighed. She had written on her arm before, not asking a question or anything, just a simple note, just to test the waters. Unfortunately there was no reply. She had gathered that it hadn't happened to the other person yet. But she made a habit of writing a little something every other night, waiting for that one day when her soul mate would reply.
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Harley squealed in the middle of the restaurant. "Z!!Z! Zatanna, Look!!" She nearly screamed as the taller girl jumped, almost spilling water out of the pitcher she was pouring from. She ran over as Harley jumped up and down excitedly.
"Harley, what is so important tha-" she stopped as Harley held out her arm eagerly. There, written in delicate, perfect cursive handwriting, was the words 'And If there's a reason I'm by her side when so many have tried.'
Harley grabbed Zatanna's arm by the black button up sleeve and shook her excitedly "IT HAPPENED, THATS MY SOUL MATE!!" Harley stated breathlessly.
"Did she just quote Hamilton?" Zatanna questioned plainly as Harley stopped jumping and rolled her eyes "Yeah, and? It's romantic, ok? And besides, who said it'sa girl?"
"Um, it's obvious, what straight male do you know writes perfect cursive and quotes Hamilton?" She said, amused. "Besides, shouldn't matter to you."
Harley beamed her usual ear to ear grin. "It doesn't! Boy, I betcha she's smart, I donknow anyone who writes in cursive like that." She stated. "What do ya think she looks like, huh?"
Zatanna was ushered over to another table and touched Harley's shoulder. "I bet she's beautiful." She said as she walked over to take the table's order. Harley's eyes fluttered at that and she tried not to daydream about it, she didn't want to ruin the surprise after all!
After finishing her shift, her and Zatanna decide to go get drinks; Harley day dreams about her all night. Whenever some guy at the bar tries to hit on her she rolls up her sleeve and replies "IM SPOKEN FER BUDDY!" The drunkenness in her voice obvious. Z just laughed her head off at the guys reaction every time.
"Y'know, if you think about it, she probably already sees all the crap you put on your arm!" Says Zatanna as she downs the rest of her drink. Harley giggles, and her eyes get wide. "Should I write her back?!" She asks with a sense of worry. Z nods furiously as she calls the bartender over. He looks at her and then at Harley's arm and smirks, leaving for a second, then returning with a pen. Harley tried to sober up as much as she could, grabbing the pen from the bartender, who was fully invested now. "So whatcha gonna say to them?" He said with a mischievous grin.
Zatanna spoke first, "OH I KNOW, finish the song!!" Harley and the bartender looked at her curiously. Z sighed and pointed to the cursive song lyrics. "It's from a song dummy, finish the song." Harley smiled deeply and smacked the bar top ecstatically. "That's a great idea, Z, but I don't know the lyrics." She said. Zatanna shrugged as the bartender pulled out his smart phone and Z said "The song is called wait for it, I know that much!"
The bartender just grinned even wider (if that was even possible) and looked up the song. Once he found the lyrics he chuckled and slid the phone over to Harley who had an eyebrow raised. She looked at the next lyrics and gasped. "This is gonna be great." She whispered.