listening to in the heights and CRYING
hey yo have some more soul mate au, yes i made them into oblivious roomates don't judge me

'Hey.'
James looked at the writing that suddenly appeared on his arm in dull awe.
'Hello.' He wrote back, glancing around the room, somehow looking for something to explain this seemingly impossible phenomenon. All he saw were other students, staring up at the teacher with blank stares and bored expressions. James looked back at his arm, and jolted slightly when he saw a new message on his arm.
'What class u in now?'
James smiled slightly at the others bad grammar.
'Social studies, currently.'
'Im in math kms'
James covered his mouth to stifle a giggle.
It wasn't the fact that the joke was terribly funny, it was pure giddiness of finding there was a soul mate for him, and he was someones mate.
"Mister Madison, I would appreciate it greatly if you were to pay attention rather than doodle on your arm." The professer snapped, draging James from his love stated trance.
Without looking at his arm, he wrote a quick and messy 'I'm getting yelled at, talk later.'
He glanced down at his arm quickly, to see a scribbled back 'Kk coolcool', making him smile.

Once James got back to his shared dorm, he started to head to his room, quickly greeting his roommate, Thomas, with a small wave, and a glare at the uncleaned dishes that were cluttering the sink.
"Didn't have time to do the dishes?" James asked sarcastically.
"I was too busy chatting with my soulmate." Thomas bragged, a smirk on his face. James's eye brows shot up.
"Hm. Me too." He stated. Thomas shrugged, looking back at his phone.
"Cool."
James stared at him for a moment longer, before abandoning to his room. The thought crossed his mind once, maybe twice, but there was no way Thomas was the one soul mate for him, right? Well, obviously. He was the most popular kid in the school. James was no one.
It was a bad match.
Right?

Three weeks passed, and James would chat with his soul mate daily. Both writing about boring classes and early schedules. When James couldn't think of any conversation starters, he would just sketch, drawing people and flowers all over his arms, usually getting praise on his drawing skills from the other. One evening, when James was sitting, bored in his room, he sketched a particularly detailed rose, buds bursting with almost real shining light, the vine winding around his wrist, and clinging to his pointer finger, so the blossom twisted around his whole arm. After quickly growing bored from admiring his work, James ventured from his room to the shared small kitchen, in search of some sort of food. He smiled a bit when he saw Thomas at the sink, finally doing those damned dishes, his sleeves rolled up to scrub the tableware with soapy water.
James took a double take when he got a good look at Thomas's arms.
A particular rose drawing seeped up Thomas's arm, the bloom budding the exact same way it did on James's arm.
James noticed that he drew that rose.
He didn't realise the obvious right away. Before the crushing realization hit him, he had a dull thought of "Huh. I don't remember drawing on Thomas's arm."
Thats when he was hit by the crushing realization.
His face bloomed a florescent pink, much like a rose, when he put two and two together in his smart little brain of his.
Thomas was his soul mate.
James looked Thomas up and down, thinking that he was pretty lucky.
All too soon, Thomas seemed to finally notice the other presence in the room, turing to James with a questioning look on his face.
"Uh, hey Jimmy James. Something you need? Or are you just looking at my rocking bod?" He joked playfully, that made James go a darker shade of pink.
"Um... James? Are you okay?" He asked, concern covering his face.
"Your- your arm." James managed to choke out, covering his face with his hands.
"The- flower."
Thomas looked down at his newly designed arm.
"Uh... yeah... thats the whole soul mate thing. I thought you knew this..." Thomas said slowly, oblivious to the situation.
He slowly seemed to understand when James pulled up his sweater sleeve to reveal the exact same rose, trailing up his arm.
Thomas's eyes went wide, and he felt his face grow warm.
"...Oh."
There was a silence between them. A dead silence that could be cut with a knife.
The silence was unbearable, until, Thomas suddenly stared giggling, which slowly turned into laughing, earing a confused look from James.
"Dude! We- we live with each other! How the hell do we miss that?" Thomas questioned, bubbly giggles infecting James until he was giggling as well.
Their combined giggles slowly turned into red faced laughter, until they were leaning onto each other, still both terribly confused from their blissful ignorance.
Then Thomas pulled James into a kiss.
It was soft and slow, timid, almost.
James cherished it.
It felt sweet and and strong and right. Like nothing in the world could get in their way, now that they were together.
All too soon, James's lungs screamed for oxygen, and he pulled away, leaning his forehead against Thomas's.
Suddenly, Thomas grabbed a pen from the counter and scribbled something on his arm, something James couldn't see.
James looked down at his own arm.
'I love you.'
James looked back at the blushing Thomas, and smiled.
"I love you too."
They were pulled into another kiss.

why do all internet friends like on the other side of the world wtf