You had no faith in soulmates whatsoever, or at least you hadn't until you found your own.
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When it's a week of tests and projects, no distractions. No extracurricular activities, no hangouts with friends, no movie marathons. That was an unbreakable rule that stood still every year since Freshman year. And you'd always followed it.
And if it was a week with more than two important tests, it was considered one of those weeks. Weeks to focus on school and school only. And that Spring week happened to be one of those dreadful times.
That week, you were suffering from not 1, not 2, nor 3, but 4 tests. Physics, Math, Spanish and History tests. Coincidentally, these were your worse subjects. So yes, it was going to turn into an interesting week.
"Hey (y/n), do you wanna hang out today? They released this movie in theatres, I don't remember its name, but I heard it's good, and I think it has some Oscar nominations. Imma watch it tonight. Wanna tag along?" Your best friend Ally asked, when you two were on the phone one day.
"You know I can't go, Ally. This week, no distractions. Sorry."
You heard your friend sigh, but she knew what you were up to when it was one of these exhausting seasons. You obviously didn't like to do things this way, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. In fact, the reason why this protocol was the way it was, actually, because you've always experienced trouble with not distracting. You always tried to get A's, but because of those stupid little things like watching movies, hanging out with friends and stuff, you got B's. So, yes, even if it weren't some very appetising plans, you had to deal with them.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning then. Cheers!" She finally said, and you giggled at her British manners.
"See you!" The teenage girl on the phone hung up before you did, and you sighed. While you still had everything to figure out, your best friend's life was perfectly planned out. Ally had already met her soulmate. Harry Osborn, who was a nice guy in your class. She already knew she'd study journalism, and besides, her mother was quite rich, and so was Harry's father. She knew she was going to move to Los Angeles after studying at the NYU, and she'd have two perfect little girls. There was no detail Allison Hattley hadn't thought about while planning out her life.
And there you were, still thinking of what subject you'd choose for the biology project due next week. With no clue of what you'd study, or where you'd live, nor who'd be by your side for the rest of your life. You didn't know who was your soulmate.
Now, how you felt about soulmates had changed quite a lot during the years. As a little girl, you were obsessed with meeting your soulmate. Always talking about how he was going to be the perfect charming prince, everything you always dreamt for and much more. As you grew a little older, your belief in soulmates was still there, but not as strong as it once was. And when you reached your pre-teen years, you had kind of pretty much lost around a 78% of faith in soulmates. Some of your close friends had got their soulmate marks, and there you were, waiting for yours expectantly, but it didn't appear, as much as you waited. Now, at age 17, you had no faith whatsoever in soulmates. A lot of your friends had their soulmate tattoo on their skin. Most of them were so beautiful; animals, flowers and sometimes even words. But it didn't matter, because without yours, you didn't feel the thrill of expecting a mark on your skin.
You didn't really get why soulmates were so exciting and fun though. Ally had spent hours talking about how great she gets along with Harry, and how much she loves her soulmate tattoo. Hers was a little cup of coffee she had on her wrist and Harry had it on the side of his ankle. She always rambled on and on about how it was so accurate in every way and all that stuff. Because the soulmate drawing was always a thing two people had in common. She said it was coffee because of the line of coffee shops her family used to own, and how Harry loved coffee so much and blah blah blah. Obviously, Ally believed in soulmates blindly, but who wouldn't in her situation? Either way, right now finding your soulmate wasn't the priority. Having good grades was.
"Are you even listening to me?" Ally deadpanned, waving a hand in front of your face. Even then, you had to blink multiple times to get back from your short trance.
"Um yeah, yeah... What- what did you say though?"
"I was reminding you tomorrow we have a swimming lesson for PE. With all the tests you really forget lots of things, (y/n/n)."
"Ah, I forgot. Shit. I'll have to shave tonight I guess. Society's standards suck." You said, covering your face with your hands and letting out a grunt.
"Yup."
To be honest, you hated your PE class. You hated it with an insatiable passion. The only thing you liked about the PE lessons was that there was a cute boy in your class, though you didn't know a lot about him. That was literally the only reason you sometimes enjoyed those classes a little.
"Hey." You greeted Ally with a quick hug as you entered the gymnasium with the pool. It was cold because of the humid breeze that ran through the place, but luckily you had a robe upon your swimsuit, so at least you weren't going to freeze to death. Ally was only wearing a two-piece sportive swimsuit and, seriously, you couldn't understand how she wasn't shivering. "You're late, (y/n)."
"Yeah, I know. Couldn't find my towel. I'm here now." You shrugged, and she gave you a side look before breaking into a smile. "Whatshisname is here." She said with a singing voice. Your eyes widened and you mirrored her smile.
"Parker! Enough chit-chat. Same goes to Leeds. Let's warm up, class." Mrs. O'Connor said staring at the cute boy. Parker. Cute surname.
Your eyes scanned the guy. His head was covered by lots of brown curls, which were matching with his light brown eyes. He had a cute crooked nose and thin lips.
He had a very nice face to look at altogether.
Not to mention he also had a really nice body. Defined pecs, abs and biceps, but anyway, it wasn't like that really mattered. He was just such a cute boy with some adorable manners.
But you choked on air when he saw you looking at him, and you made direct eye contact. Both of your cheeks got coated with a pink tint, and you looked away with a sheepish smile.
"C'me on everyone, beeline to jump into the swimming pool." The teacher announced after you all did your warm-ups.
Parker got in the queue while he chatted with his friend, and you didn't stop looking at him with a dumb smile. "Girl, you really like him, don't ya?" Your best friend teased poking your cheek, and you blushed once again, crossing your arms against your chest. "Shut up, you're crazy about your man." She smiled brightly at your words, nodding her head. You walked towards the bar where people left their towels and took off your own, marching again to Ally, shivering because of the cold.
"Aw man, it's so cold. I hate how-"
"(Y/N)! (Y/N), YOUR THIGH!" At her scream you looked at your thighs with furrowed eyebrows, and as you saw it, a gasp fell from your lips.
There was a sunflower. A yellow, green and brown sunflower tattoo on your thigh.
You covered your mouth with a hand as you raised your eyebrows in surprise. The whole class was looking at you, and they started applauding. You were still there staring at your thigh in shock.
Literally, you expected anything to happen to that day, but that. It was weird, to look at your skin of your thigh and see it was covered by an actual soulmate mark.
But the weirdest thing about the gorgeous drawing on your skin was moving. Its leaves were swaying as if there was a breeze that made it do that. You'd heard before that when you're in the same room as your soulmate, your tattoo moves in some kind of way. For example, when Ally's with Harry, there's smoke coming out of her coffee cup tattoo. So that meant that whoever your soulmate was was in the gymnasium with you at the moment.
"Congratulations, (y/n). That's nice, but get into the water, all of you. Or you're getting an F." Mrs. O'Connor said and all of you walked to the queue slowly, complaining about their teacher and PE altogether. As you were walking, Parker's eyes and your own met again, and you held eye contact for some seconds before offering him a shy smile. But he didn't reciprocate the gesture, only looking at you with an open ajar mouth. He broke eye contact when his friend, whose surname was Leeds or something like that, tapped his shoulder repeatedly. You heard him call the cute boy 'Peter' and you hummed, pursing your lips. Peter Parker.
After the swimming lesson, you had the history test, and although you'd been really nervous and convinced you were going to fail the test, it didn't turn out so bad. But still, you had more tests to study for, so, in recess time, you went to the library.
You took out the books, notebooks and pencil case with a tired sigh. Last night, you barely spent 2 hours sleeping, and you were literally on the brink of falling asleep any minute.
Spanish was hard to understand for you. Way too many forms of verbs and hard words to pronounce. You didn't get why you actually chose Spanish again this year instead of Dramatic Arts, or something of the like.
"La niña corrió hacia su casa." You mumbled the example sentences of your textbook, trying to pay extra attention to the accents and how the words were written. "Nadia se comió toda su comida." you said then, and after that "Me gustó mucho el chiste."
"Hola, me llamo Peter." You heard a voice say behind of you, and you turned around, to be greeted by the pleasant face of a blushing Peter Parker. "Oh, hi. Didn't know I was talking that loud..."
"No, you weren't talking really loud, I mean, I heard you speaking Spanish, but I have a good ear, so that doesn't really mean you were speaking at an exaggerated volume, because you weren't, so- I'm rambling. I meant that you're okay." He said before pinching his nose with his eyed closed. You let out a giggle, smiling at how he really was incredibly adorable.
"You're cute. What did you want, Peter?" You asked, propping your hands up to support your head as your elbows rested against the cold wood desk. He flashed you a bright smile, and you saw a glint of joy in his soft features.
"You- you know my name?"
"Beside you just told me your name in Spanish, you're in my PE class. Of course I know your name." You laughed, and he nodded with a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "Right... Would you mind if I sat here?"
"Please." You said, taking out the chair of your right. He took the seat, and he left the backpack that rested on his shoulder beside the chair. You leaned back on the back of your chair and fiddled with a red pen. You stared at him expectantly, waiting for Peter to finally say the reason why he was sitting by your side. But he was oblivious to the meaning behind the eye contact you held fiercely.
"Can you please enlighten me as to what is the honor of your presence due to?"
Peter smiled once again at your posh words. He looked down for a moment before looking up at you again. He bit his lip and cocked his head.
"I don't know how to put this... Um... Do you happen to have a soulmate tattoo of a sunflower? I... I saw today at PE class you had got your tattoo and I couldn't really see it because I was kinda far from you, but someone said it was a sunflower, and mine was moving for the whole lesson, so... Do you happen to have one?" He said fast, but you caught on his words. There was no way Peter was your– what?!
"You have- you have a sunflower? A soulmate tattoo... of a sunflower?" You asked, and he nodded slowly, waiting for your reaction. You didn't react whatsoever as you stayed as though you were frozen.
At the lack of reaction, he took off his flannel and lifted the fabric of his t-shirt's sleeve up, revealing a sunflower tattoo identical to yours on the inside of his bicep.
Your eyes widened, and you let out a gasp, staring at the pretty mark on his bicep. The tattoo was swaying its leaves as yours did when you were in the gymnasium.
"I have the same tattoo on my thigh..." You mumbled loud enough he heard. "You're my... soulmate?" You asked and he smiled nodding. "I think so."
Peter Parker was your soulmate. Goddamn Peter Parker. The cute not to say handsome boy you had developed a stupid little crush on for the last few months was your soulmate.
After years of no faith in soulmates, it all came back. It was like, all of a sudden, you were an 8-year-old girl who believed life was a fairy tale. You had a soulmate. After so much time, you kind of understood the thrill of actually having a soulmate. And your soulmate wasn't some creepy, nasty dude, but only the most adorable boy ever who was also super hot, and you'd heard the smartest of your school year. It was perfect.
"Why do you think we've got a sunflower?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest with a little grin.
"Well... Sunflowers are my favourite flowers since I can remember... So there's that. What about you?"
"Sunflower, by Post Malone ft. Swae Lee. It's my fave song." He replied, an even bigger smile on his face that you mirrored as you gasped playfully.
"Dude, I love that song!" You beamed, a little too loudly, making the librarian shush and then making you two snicker.
"You know, now when I hear that song, I'm going to think about you." He said softly, his eyes, that you once thought were light brown, had a hazel colour, and they shone with happiness. And your eyes, couldn't do anything but reciprocate the glint in his eyes.
"Is that so?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side. "Absolutely. You're the sunflower... I think your love would be too much." He sang in a funny voice, making you giggle.
And before you could even realise what was happening, you leaned slowly to his body and his lips crashed onto yours softly, moving in sync, as if they were meant to be that way, because in a way, they were. It was like electricity sparked through your mouths, and it felt as though a hundred fireworks exploded in your body, all at once. For once in your life, you finally understood the soulmates thing. And you liked it.
His hands moved up to cup your pink cheeks, and yours to his soft dark curls, tugging now and then. You smiled into the kiss, and when he felt you smile, he did the same thing. Your lips kept dancing around to some soundless music, and they felt–
"No kissing in the library, you two!" The librarian scolded when she walked by, giving you two a pointed look. You two broke the kiss, still blushing and dumb smiles plastered on your faces.
Peter leaned back in his chair before getting up and picking up his backpack. "I- I should leave. Got homework to do, y'know..." He said sheepishly. "I'll talk to you later?"
"Sure thing." You smiled, and he left, trotting away without a care in the world. "Peter!" You called out before he went too far away. He turned around with a confused look, and you made the 'Come over here' gesture with your index finger. He did as you asked, and you smiled, shaking your head. "What?" He asked.
"How are you planning on getting in touch if you don't have my numbers?" You said with a grain, and he blushed, muttering an oops.
"I kinda forgot. Here's my phone, if you wanna?"
"Who said I was going to give you my phone number?" You replied, and he widened his eyes, babbling nonsense as he found himself without an answer. "I'm kidding." You chuckled at his response, and he muttered an 'oh', following with a giggle.
"Here." You gave him your phone and, with a smile, he added you to his contacts as sunflower :), which made your heart melt.
"I'll text you then?"
"You better. Bye, Peter."
"Bye, (y/n)!" And with that, he left your side with a wide smile, wondering how could he get so lucky with such a great soulmate like you.
Later that day, it was already dark outside. The crickets were chirping loudly, and the moon and stars shone brightly, lighting up the corners that the neon signs from Queens' buildings didn't get to illuminate.
You were sitting on your desk, finishing an outline for the physic test. You would be lying if you said you weren't utterly tired and wanting nothing less but to get a good night's sleep. And although it's true that dreaming is free, you had to study anyway.
But then, a loud notification sound came from your mobile twice, and turning it on, you saw who the messages were from.
Peter 🌻
Hey!
I said I'd text :)
And it was true that the 'no distractions' rule was important. It truly was. But to be honest, Peter Parker, your soulmate, was worthy enough to break the rule for once.
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(This is the longest fic I've written so far. +3K words :D)
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