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Ooh Stringy ~ Voltron

But he was confused. What does it mean, that your string is on your dominant hand? That's a lie, right?
Lance was ambidextrous.

"Hey Hunk," Lance called. "This is pretty good coconut bread." He complimented.

"Aww thanks dude." Hunk put a fist up, and the two fist bumped.

They laughed, and continued eating until they arrived at the school building.

Lance McClain payed no attention to the thing that connected him and his soulmate.
It never bothered him. It never intrigued him. It was simply self-explanatory.
Someone was out there, and they were his soulmate.
He just wants to meet them.

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Pidge stepped into the building, filled with nervousness.
She's been bullied for her brain before. Will it happen again?

Her first class in high school was Chemistry II.
Pidge was more of a math person, but science was just as intriguing to her.

Chemistry was another doorway for her using her brains. It was also another doorway into getting picked on.

Pidge sat down in by the window. She loved to look outside and see nature.
She just didn't want to be outside with nature.

And thus, class began.

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Chemistry surprisingly dragged on, yet it wasn't boring, she could handle that.

She couldn't handle her string moving up and down.

Unable to concentrate, Pidge ended up missing out on the rest of the lecture.

She just heard the word "partners".

"Oh no." Slumping in her chair, with her head on the desk, Pidge groaned.

Partners were the worst.

In her experience anyway.

She was the one who did all of the work, and still got part of the credit, since the whole thing was "a group participation project, in which everyone gets partial credit, in order to be equal with their partners."

It was stupid, and she has seen A LOT of stupid things.

"Katie Holt and Lance McClain." Were the words that rolled out of the teacher's mouth.

Pidge kept her head down. Maybe if he thinks I'm sleeping, he won't bother me! She thought. A bright idea, really.
Hearing footsteps approach her seat, Pidge attempted to stay quiet. C'mon! Act like you're sleeping!

"Hey! The name's Lance!" He greeted.

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"Uh hum..." Lance let out a nervous laugh. "Hello? Are you alive...?" He dragged.

No way was this Katie Holt. The dude had short hair, and looked like... well, A DUDE!

Sighing, Lance pulled up a chair, and sat at their desk with them.

Minutes flew by, and they had gotten nowhere with this project.

Plus, he was bored.
So he subconsciously looked at his hand.

"No way."

- -

"Wake up-wake up-wake up!!!" Pidge heard those two words on repeat.

Shut up, please. Her mind said.

"Lift up your head! "

No.

"Just look at your hand!"

Wait what?! Pidge snapped her head up. "Why my hand?" She questioned. "My hand has nothing to do with... this..."

The concept came to her slowly. It actually took her brain, more than ten seconds to process.

There he was.

The boy with two red strings on his hands.

Her soulmate.

Lance McClain.

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