Do you know how hard it is to not add colors while describing things? If I slip up then I'm sorry plz just ignore

Also I have 999 followers I only need one more for 1000 holy shit

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I puckered my lips after applying the lip gloss. I looked at myself in satisfaction and stepped out of my room.

"I'm going to the store," I said.

"Dressed like that?" My mom asked from where she sat at the table, reading a catalog she had gotten in the mail. "It's a Saturday morning and you wanna go to the store?"

I looked down at my outfit, a grey dress with a white lace collar and a little white belt that had a little bow on the front matched with white thigh highs and grey high heels.

"It's fate, mom, I'm after the love of my life," I said.

She rolled her eyes as I turned out of the house. I got into my car, well, the car that Mikey and I shared, and drove off to the store. It wasn't busy when I got there and walked in. I hung around the entrance, aimlessly looking at things while keeping an eye on the people who walked in. There wasn't a lot, seeing as it was still a little bit more on the early side.

A few hours past and I was still lingering, looking at the things on the shelf near the entrance while still keeping an eye on the door. A girl walked up to me, wearing one of the uniforms.

"Excuse me, you have to buy something or else I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, sounding a little shy and nervous. "We don't allow loitering, I'm sorry."

I nodded, heading towards the back of the store. I went to the makeup aisle, picking up a new lip gloss. As I was turning around, I accidentally bumped into someone. She was just a bit smaller than me, in a black pinafore dress with a white button up underneath. The girl had short black hair and dark eyes.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay," she said, glancing down at the lip gloss as she smiled. "Hey, I have that same lip gloss!"

I laughed and smiled back. "Oh, cool, I have the same dress as you."

"Thanks," she said, then blushed as she realized her mistake. "Wait, you never complimented me, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you're pretty too," I said.

"Hey, Jamia, did you get your--" A voice said but then cut themselves off.

We looked at Frank, who was stood there staring at me. Jamia grabbed a mascara off the wall that she wanted and smiled proudly.

"Look it, I've made a new friend!" Jamia exclaimed happily.

Frank came over and grabbed her hand. It was then that I noticed the wedding rings they both wore.

"We need to leave," Frank stated.

"But--" Jamia started

"No buts," Frank interrupted. "Come on, we need to leave now."

"Did I do something wrong, da--Frankie?" Jamia asked.

Frank shook his head. "You were fine, if we leave now we can get you a treat, sugar."

Jamia's eyes lit up as she smiled and nodded. I could feel my eyes watering as they walked off. My world seemed to be shattering around me as I tried my hardest not to cry. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, me and my soulmate were supposed to meet and fall in love then live happily ever after. He wasn't supposed to be married to some girl. The two of us were supposed to have the perfect relationship but he's married. And to make it worse, his wife is so sweet and kind and I actually feel guilty.

I put the lip gloss back, hurrying out of the store. Tears burned my eyes, a lump forming in my throat as I ran to my car. As soon as I was inside and the door was closed, the waterworks started. I rested my forehead against the top of the steering wheel as I cried. My body shook with tears that I couldn't hold back. I tried wiping them away, effectively smearing my makeup.

I drove to Lindsey's house, walking right in once I arrived. It's at the point where I know them so well this place is like a second home. I hurried to Lindsey's bedroom and found her still sleeping in her bed. I crawled into the bed beside her and snuggled up against her.

"Gee...what?" Lindsey mumbled sleepily in confusion.

I sniffled quietly, trying my hardest to not start sobbing again.

"Hey, Gee, what's wrong?" She asked.

"He's married," I whispered.

She looked confused for a moment but then seemed to realize. Lindsey wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh, Gee, I'm sorry," she said sympathetically.

"He's married to some really pretty, nice girl," I said. "I actually feel guilty because she seems so sweet but they just aren't meant to be together."

"Well, maybe she isn't so nice," Lindsey said. "Maybe she's actually really mean but acted nice around you."

I shook my head. "No, she's just a downright sweetheart. And I think it makes it worse that I'm pretty sure she's a little. Like, how can I compete with another little? Especially a girl. Girl's can have multiple orgasms easier and I think Frank would like that better."

"Hey, maybe Frank doesn't care all about sex. Like your brother, he's asexual and likes people for more than just sexual reasons. Many people actually care for others," she said. "And I can bet you now that you are a million times better than that girl."

"Really? You're not just saying that?" I asked quietly.

"Of course not, you're funny and nice and artistic and sassy," she listed. "Plus, you've got a pretty nice ass and I think Frank would very much like that, if he's really into sex like you think."

I blushed. "But how am I supposed to get to him if he's married to someone else? He's in love with a little and that little isn't me."

I pouted and she gave a small chuckle.

"Hey, just try talking to him and it'll be okay," she said. "He's your soulmate, he'll fall in love with you even more so than with that other girl."

"Thanks, Linds," I muttered

"And if that doesn't work then we can always go with my chloroform idea," she suggested.

I giggled and shook my head.

"Anyways, he's destined to fall in love with you, you're meant to be together," she said.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, we are."

"Okay, how about I go make us some breakfast," she offered.

I nodded again and got out of bed, following her down to the kitchen. I sat at the breakfast bar while she cooked scrambled eggs and toast. Her dad came down while we were cooking and smiled at us. Sometimes like this you could really tell she was adopted, they didn't look alike at all with completely different hair shades of grey and differently structured faces.

"Morning, dad, 'm making breakfast," Lindsey said. "You want some?"

"Maybe next time, I've gotta head out for work," he said. "I'll see you at dinner though, the two of us are going out for dinner. It'd be nice for some more father-daughter time."

Lindsey smiled and nodded, kissing his cheek before he left. As soon as he was out the door, she turned to me with a serious face.

"Okay, we need to Internet stalk this bitch before we destroy her."

I raised my eyebrows in shock and shook my head. "I-I don't wanna destroy her, I just want to nicely and politely take her husband from her."

Lindsey rolled her eyes, putting our food onto plates and sitting beside me as we ate.

"I'm just saying, maybe you should get to know more about her," she said. "What's her name?"

"Jamia," I answered.

"Okay, there couldn't possibly be too many people named Jamia," she reasoned.

We were proven wrong when we were later laying on her bed with her laptop in front of us as we looked on Facebook.

"Shit, there's actually a pretty good number of people named Jamia," Lindsey muttered.

She scrolled through the list until I saw the profile picture of a familiar girl with short, dark hair.

"Wait, scroll back up," I ordered and she did as I told. "Holy fuck that's her, Jamia Nestor."

Lindsey clicked on her profile and we looked through it. There were random pictures with friends and random status updates. It said she goes to a college for art. We looked at her friends list and I told Lindsey to click on the one named Frank Iero. Unlike Jamia where her profile picture was just a selfie, Frank's was of him kissing her cheek. It broke my heart a little.

"Wait, Gee," Lindsey gasped, clutching my arm tight.

"Ow, what is it?" I asked.

"They have different last names," she stated and I looked at her in confusion. "That means they aren't married yet."

My eyes widened, hope rising in my chest as I looked at the screen. In Frank's bio it talked about how he studied at a very fancy, intelligent university and he's now a college professor teaching law. It also said he was engaged to Jamia. I squealed happily, smiling wide.

"Wait lemme just see..." Lindsey trailed off as she opened another tab.

She proceeded to type in 'how much money do college professors make' with a smirk on her face. I gasped and shook my head, hitting her hands away.

"No, that's bad I don't care how much he makes," I said.

"So, you don't want to know?" She asked.

I bit my lip, hitting the enter key.

"Well, he makes quite good money then," she said. "He can ravish you in gifts."

"It's not like he's a millionaire," I muttered as I closed the tab. "He's just got a little extra."

"Anyways, let's look at him," Lindsey said and clicked on his photos. "Damn, he's cute. You got lucky, your soulmate is pretty damn fine."

The next photo had Frank and Jamia smiling together.

"She's ugly," Lindsey remarked.

"Are you just saying that?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm just trying to hate her as much as possible for you but she's actually cute," Lindsey said.

"It's okay, I already know she's cute," I said. "I just need to be cuter."

She smiled and closed out of the photos. "Okay, so it says he likes dogs and horror movies."

"Maybe we can find him a horror movie about dogs?" I suggested.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Okay, what do we do then?" I asked.

Lindsey hummed, moving to scroll down to look at his page when her finger slipped. And it must've been planned from the Lord above because she clicked on the friend request. I screamed and she practically jumped ten feet.

"You clicked friend request!" I shouted.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" She yelled back at me.

She clicked cancel and sighed happily.

"See look, it's all good now," she said.

"No it's not!" I exclaimed. "If he has Facebook on his phone then he'll still get the notification!"

"It's alright, he'll just think I'm some random person," Lindsey reasoned.

"I'm fucking logged in!" I shouted. "I was using Facebook on your computer last!"

"Oh shit," Lindsey muttered. "You're in some deep shit."