Soulmate (If there are places where it's written Soul mate, I started this when I was really tired.) AU because I haven't done that yet. I'll probably do some other ships as well but-.
Warnings: I swear like a fucking sailor.
Ages: 20 both.
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Kyle's POV.

I get up, looking at my arm in case of any marks. I swear, my soul mate is a clumsy as shit.

"Kyle! Breakfast!" Mom yells.

I just stare at my wrist. Who is he to decide to get a tattoo on me? I swear to God, I don't want a damn tattoo. Was weird enough when I got my ears pierced at night.

"Kyle! Breakfast!" Mom yells again.

"Coming!" I yell.

I get to the kitchen, waving.

"Hi mom," I say.

"What took you so long?" Mom asks.

I show her my left wrist.

"Someone got a tattoo, when I was sleeping," I say.

"Maybe it's a hint. A lot of people tattoo their names so their soul mates can find them," Mom says.

"Yeah, I've seen. This isn't too helpful," I say, showing her the wrist closer.

"I mean. There is a K in it. That shortens your options," mom says, trying to think positively.

"We could be in the Philippines for all I know, a K is not really helpful at all," I say.

"What is he gets more tattoos in more hidden places and spells his name. You never know," mom says.

"I love how enthusiastic you are but I can just go with someone else," I say.

"At least try," she says.

"I've done nothing but trying my whole life," I say.

I get a bruise on my hand.

"Oh serious? That clumsy bastard," I say.

I hit my wrist on the table. There is a moment before my hand starts getting small dots on it. They spell 'Hei'. I answer with getting 'hi' under the wrist. He does dots, ending up with 'UK or US.' So, I answer with 'US.' He does 'Finn' just below his elbow. I get over it 'Name'. He first draws an arrow pointing to the other hand and writes on that one. 'Kenneth.' I sigh and get a line between them to write 'Last name is more helpful.' He puts 'McCormick' on his hand.

"I told you to have hope," mom says.

I smile at her and look back at my hand.

'You?'

I just dot my last name with my first names first letter. He writes an 'Ok'.

"That's adorable," mom says.

I smile at her.

~Time skip because i wanna write about them meeting because I'm one of these kids that like cute shit more than I like people writing on their skin.~

I step out to the cold air of Finland, looking for the bus stop we talked about.

"Hey, Kyle!" He yells.

I turn around, only to be engulfed in a huge hug.

"So awesome to meet you," he says.

I smile at him.

"It's amazing to meet you too," I say.

"No time to waste, I have so much I wanna talk about!" He says.

"Like?" I ask.

"What do you do for a living? How the US? I was born there but moved here so soon," he says.

"What I do for a living? I'm a student but I do freelance art on the side for some money. And the US is as shitty as always," I say.

"Cool. I'm an author for living," he says.

"Oh that's where I heard your name! I was so weirded out when I thought I recognised the name, since I don't know any Finnish people. I might actually have read a book or two," I say.

"They sell them in the US? Nobody told me!" He says.

"Yeah. They do. They've sold them for a long time," I say.

He smiles.

"My friend told me they're in the UK and now they're in the US? I'm famous now!" He says.

"My old school has your book in the library. My brother goes there and told me about it. He liked it a lot because he made a book project on it and got the best grade he's had in his life," I say.

"Aw. How old is he?" He asks.

"15, 16 pretty soon," I say.

"Age of consent," he says, with a wink.

"Who listen to it anymore?" I ask.

"Did you?" He asks.

"No, I was three years early," I say.

"Only three? I was like 6 years early," he says.

"Hey, look, 13 is still far before most people," I say.

"Bebe would say that as well," he says.

"Who?" I ask.

"My best friend, she lives in Manchester. Anyway, she lost hers at 12," he says.

"My best friend, who is from Brighton and London. Born in Brighton, raised in London, anyway. He waited because and I quote, he is not 'A fucking risky idiot.' Damn, he is awesome," I say.

"Has he found his soul mate yet?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah, this Scottish guy," I say.

"Shame. I thought Bebe and him might have been-," Kenny says.

"That would have been really cool," I say.

He smiles at me before saying,

"My house is a bit away, so, we have to wait for the bus," he says.

"I pieced together as much," I say.

"Oh, so you're a smart ass. What school are you going to?" He asks.

"Harvard," I answer.

"Oh so you're really a smartass. Are you happy? I mean, being there and all," he says.

"It's pretty cool so I guess I'm happy," I say.

He smiles at me and I smile back.

"Fags."

I honestly look around just because it's English, not Finnish.

"Don't mind that, Finland just is. They don't mean anything personal, they are just too afraid to admit that they have their boyfriends," Kenny says.

I nod before kissing him.

"I almost thought we would never get to that," he says.

"Well. You're my soulmate. Why wait?" I ask.