Finn Wolfhard • Imagines 3

THIRTY - SEVEN

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Y/n POV

"Just draw a circle," Beverly says, as i open the blue marker to write on my arm.

Im 16 and i still havent found my soulmate. I know it takes time and im young or whatever but id really just like to stop feeling so lonely. The way it works is if you write on your arm the writing will appear on your soulmates arm too. This is my first time trying it so im nervous. However, my soulmate writes on their arm everyday. Its the funniest things that appear on my arm.

Like today they wrote "did it hurt when you fell out of the vending machine? Cause you are a snack" which made me bust out laughing the moment i read it.

Sometimes its sweet things, "i hope, you had a good day, and if not look on the bright side you made it another day." They wrote that on a day when i was stressing over exams and it made me feel relieved.

"No! I wanna write something nice, you know?" I say, i tilt my head to think of the right words. Id really love to meet my soulmate.

"I got it!" I say, writing the words on my arm.

"What a trashmouth?" Beverly reads the words off my arm. She scoffs, "thought it was gonna be something nice."

"This person has said very trashy things before and its hilarious. The name fits perfectly." I smile, capping the marker and setting it on my desk.

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When i walk into my first period classroom the teacher assigns us new seats. I take my seat and set all my things down.

I take out a pencil and my notebook. As im zipping my backpack up my pencil rolls off the desk. I sigh, bending over to pick it up but just as im about to grab it another arm swoops in and snatches it up. I look to the eyes of none other than Richie Tozier. Great, i have to sit by him?

"Ye dropped ye pencil there matey," He says with what i assume to be a pirate accent.

"Yea, well can i get it back?" I say reaching my arm out for it.

Richies eyes go wide and he drops the pencil and grips my wrist, pulling it closer to him.

"Ow! Whats your problem?" I say, picking my pencil up.

"Holy fuck!" He shouts, "you-you're- oh my god! Im- look!" He rambles, adjusting his glasses before sticking his arm out to show the scribbled ink.

What a trashmouth :)

"We're soulmates???" I say, looking over the same words on my arm.

"Guess so," He smiles.

Never in a million years would i think that Richie Tozier was my soulmate. But im happy he is. Despite how incredibly annoying he is, hes kind in the funniest, weirdest way.

"Trashmouth," i laugh.

"Shut up" he says, joining in on the laughter.