GeorgeNotFound one shots

Colorful

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Laptop, backpack, binders, headphones.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder I scurried to my front door, smacking my shoulder off the wall in the process, "ow!" My dorms were a decent walk to the lecture hall and I was already running late, meaning I'd have to sprint in order to make it on time.

As I quickly walked through the cafe I saw my best friend and her boyfriend sitting at a table, "Your shirt doesn't match your leggings!" She announced when she saw me, I looked down at the different shades of grey, one a bit darker than the other.

"Just cause you can see colors doesn't mean you have to rub it in!" I chuckled, continuing past them to the doors, exiting into the fall air. Let me clarify, until we meet our soulmate our worlds are covered in different shades of grey, boring and bland. My best friend met her boyfriend and has been my styling expert ever since, helping me match my outfits.

Beginning my journey down the sidewalk I struggled to carry all my things, every once and awhile stopping to adjust my handful of books and binders.

Three minutes.

If I was late one more time my professor would take points off my exam. Determined not to let that happen I turned my walk into a jog, mentally begging my books to stay put in my grasp.

As I ran past the study hall the front door swung open, my uncoordinated self smacked right into it, sending me and my things to the ground.

"You're kidding me.." I groaned in embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, oh my gosh, I'm sorry." A voice began apologizing but I ignored it and immediately began picking up my things. Another set of hands joined me and stacked various papers back into my folder and I grabbed it from him, adding it back into my stack of things.

We both reached for the flipped over history book and touched hands, causing me to pull away and look up at him. At first all I saw was dark hair, "I'm really sorry.." He spoke again.

As the stranger looked up we locked eyes, suddenly the world began changing around me. Colors I've never seen before swarmed my vision, I've dreamt of this moment my entire life.

"Do you see that too?" I asked, fearing his vision didn't change as a look of shock froze onto his face. Although rare it did happen, a one sided soulmate. No longer caring about the pile of books at our feet we stood up, looking around at the trees and buildings we studied the colors we only knew as grey, black and white. Only this time they were brighter, more vibrant, more colorful.

"Colors." He responded, smiling at me.

I held out my hand, "I'm Y/n."

"George." He said, shaking my hand. "Oh, here." He laughed, reaching down and grabbing my mountain of binders and handing them to me.

"I'm really sorry about smacking you with the door.." George apologized again, hands returning to his sides.

"Who would've thought smacking a stranger with a door could lead to meeting your soulmate." I joked, "I'm supposed to be to class," I checked the time, "Two minutes ago...since I'm already late do you wanna grab some food?" I knew missing class would lead to a punishment I'd hate but in my eyes it was worth it.

"Yeah! We can get you an ice pack too." George laughed, both of us turning back towards the dining hall. As we walked we shyly bumped shoulders and let out a snicker every time it happened.

Once we got back to the dining hall my best friend and her boyfriend still sat in the same spot, I looked down at my outfit, seeing the two colors clash against one another.

"I guess my outfit really doesn't match." I pointed out to her.

"Oh my gosh! Who? Where? When!?" She asked excitedly, pulling me into a hug.

"Meet George," I introduced as he stood by my side, "He uh..smacked me in the face with a door."

"World works in mysterious ways, I guess." He added.

I didn't care about missing class anymore, or the bruise slowly forming above my eye.

I found my soulmate.

My colors.

And to me, that's all that mattered.
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This is fcking adorable