Clarke had always been secretly jealous of her friends that already had their tattoos - the ones who already found their soulmates - though she'd never admit it. She wondered why she couldn't have been lucky enough to meet her soulmate at four or five like Monty and Jasper. The pair had told the story a thousand times, and Clarke never got tired of hearing it.

Monty's mother always had a joy for gardening, and out of all of the herbs, spices, flowers, fruits, and vegetables, Monty found the bluebell flowers the prettiest. He would go out to his mother's garden every day with a different Doctor Seuss book and read a story to them - to help them grow. And it was during one of these readings, on a bright and sunny day, that a little boy crawled under the tiny hole in the fence that separated their yards. Monty did not know the other boy, but he did think the other was very handsome, and he wanted to be his friend.

The scrawny, brown-haired boy stood up when he made it all the way through the hole and ran to Monty, making Monty scream, drop his book, and protect the flowers he was reading to. The slightly bigger boy stopped right before he reached Monty and fell backwards onto his butt.

After both boys had finished laughing, the bigger pointed to the flowers. "Your flowers are pretty."

Monty nodded as he heard the other and smiled big. "I think your face is pretty!"

The bigger boy gave him a weird look. "My name's Jasper, and I'm a boy!"

Monty giggled as he looked at Jasper. "So am I!"

Jasper reached forward to try and touch the flowers when suddenly Monty felt a sharp pain on his back. "Hey! My mommy said it's not nice to hit! Why'd you hit me!"

"I did not hit you!" Jasper shouted in defence as he stood up, a pain in his leg bringing him back down, crying.

With both boys now in pain, Monty took Jasper's hand and brought him inside to show his parents. "Mommy!"

The woman came out at the sound of her little boy, looking between Monty and the crying Jasper. "Monty, sweetie, who's this?"

"A really pretty boy," he started but shook his head, "but that's not what I wanted to talk about! I got a boo boo on my back, and Jasper got a boo boo too!"

His mother started by taking Monty's shirt off to look at his back. And sure enough, on his shoulder, Monty had the words 'Your flowers are pretty' printed in small black lettering. The woman didn't completely understand until Jasper pulled up his pant leg and she saw on the side of his knee the words 'I think your face is pretty.' The woman still didn't fully understand, however. Her son was only four, and this little boy couldn't have been much older.

"Jasper, honey, how old are you?" she asked as she got ice packs out for both boys.

Jasper held up five fingers and showed them to the woman. "This many," he said as his cries began to die down.

About five years later, when they knew both boys would understand, they explained what those tattoos that got a little bit darker every day they spent together meant. It was at that time, Monty aged nine and Jasper aged ten, that the boys decided that they loved each other, and they spent every moment they could together since.

At that time, Clarke had just turned eleven and was wondering why her and one of her best friends, Wells, didn't have words tattooed on each other. They'd known each other their whole lives, and Clarke was almost certain that Wells was her soulmate. That was, until they were sixteen and dated for two weeks, four days, and eleven minutes and both decided they were better off as friends.

And there was Lincoln and Octavia. They had gotten their tattoos when Octavia was a freshman and Lincoln was a senior. At the time, Lincoln swore he was too old for Octavia, though both of them knew what the tattoos meant. After getting rejected by the older boy a total of thirteen times throughout her freshman year, Octavia resulted in dating other people and having casual hookups with her best friend, Clarke. The two were never uncomfortable about it though. They loved each other, just not enough to start a relationship or to end their friendship because of these little monthly flings. And either way, Octavia knew her and Lincoln would end up together anyway, and they did, the day Octavia turned eighteen.

As for Bellamy and Murphy, they knew they were each other's soulmates. And although everybody knew they'd go to the end of the earth for each other, they were both too stubborn and stupid to admit that they were even the slightest bit gay.

Clarke, Raven, and Wick had still yet to find their soulmates. Raven had been pretty sure that a certain brunette boy by the name of Finn Collins was her soulmate. They had never gotten their soulmate tattoos, but everything with Finn just felt absolutely perfect. That was, until he royally fucked her over by trying to get into Clarke's pants. And, despite the fact that she constantly denied it, Clarke knew that Raven missed Finn. She also knew that was the reason that every so often, as she did with Octavia, Raven had Wick over for the night.

Though Clarke was jealous of her friends that did have at least what Raven and Wick had, she'd be lying if she would've said she wanted that too.

The twenty year old girl walked to the convenience store up the street that she had always gone to before going to her best friend's house, picking him up a Hershey's bar and herself a Snickers bar. She had been having a rather bad day, as she had for the past three years on this exact date, and was not in the mood for people. As she began to walk out of the store, a brown-haired girl bumped into her.

Clarke, clearly annoyed by the slightly shorter girl, looked directly into the girl's green eyes, "Get the fuck out of my way."

The other girl noticed the cold look in Clarke's eyes but just gave her a gentle smile, thinking she might have needed it. She felt a stinging pain on her foot, but she didn't mind. The awkward staring had made the girl feel a certain sense of calmness that was interrupted by the other.

Clarke let out a very small smile, almost unnoticeable, "Sorry, I'm Clarke."

"Lexa."

That was all it took to send a tingling feeling through Clarke's entire body and a stinging feeling through her left ring finger. Instinctively, Clarke looked at her finger, and when Lexa's name appeared on it, she shook her head and ran. She ran as fast as she could to the only place she felt safe; to Wells. Instead of going through the front door like a normal person, Clarke chose the unconventional path she had been taking for nearly twelve years. She jumped the fence to the backyard and climbed the tree that led to Wells' open window.