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It’s a hell of a morning to go like complete shit. Not one, but two hugely important dates that, to your awful fucking luck, just so happen to coincide. According to both your close friend Terezi and friend-of-multiple-of-your-friends Rose, you’re going to meet at least one soulmate today - you’re not sure whether you’ll have one or multiple, though you suspect the latter, and even so, you have no idea if you’ll meet them at the same time. Terezi and Rose are skilled prophets with methods you aren’t even close to understanding aside from something to do with old mythology and the occult. They’ve yet to be wrong about important shit unless they’re fucking with you, and it doesn’t seem like either of them are fucking with you this time…usually because they’re too close to rivals to join forces in fucking with you. Beyond that, you’re generally not the target of Rose’s bullshit.
Today is an event you’ve been waiting for, like meeting your soulmate or soulmates. It just so fucking happens that two other old friends of yours, John and Dave, are flying into Pennsylvania - where you moved to be closer to several of your friends after getting the fuck off Alternia - to meet you today. You tried very hard to reschedule them, but it happened that today was the only day they could make it at approximately the same time, which John was insistent on for sentimental reasons of meeting both you and Dave simultaneously. Of course, you didn’t tell them about the soulmate bullshit. You don’t want to cause any chaos. Hopefully, they won’t even see it happen. It’ll happen before they show up, and then you can use some clever excuses and a wristband until the moment is right. At least, you hope…but luck doesn’t seem to be in your favor.
Everything you’ve done this morning has been fraught with bad luck: it’s barely midday, and your thinkpan feels like a fried egg. Every damn thing has handed you your horns on a silver platter and fucked off. Another round of cleaning to ensure that your hive was ready for guests included spilling some water and then slipping and falling in it while trying to clean that up, giving you a nice bruise on the frond. A run for coffee and a breakfast sandwich wasn’t immune either - they were out of your favorite sandwich, fucked up your coffee so bad that you had to ask for a new one, and someone bumped into you and spilled some of your freshly made coffee, leaving you feeling cheated. And then, on the way home, your four-wheel device ran out of gas without you being aware you were on empty, thanks to the meter glitching. That forced you to get Kanaya - who lives just down the street - to bring you a gas can, along with a bit of good-natured ribbing about your refusal to fix said meter because it wasn’t causing any problems.
After that, you scarcely had time to get yourself cleaned up and your shit together before you had to run out to the airport, so you’d be hopefully a little early…and promptly got stuck in traffic due to an accident up ahead. You only barely make it on time - and most of the parking is full, forcing you to run quite a distance to get there before your friends do. John waxed absolutely fucking poetic about how he wanted you to all meet at the same time, three best friends. The romantic in you loves that idea even though your relationship is platonic, even if it’s seriously fucking inconvenient right now.
It seems the perfect setup for a dramatic soulmate moment, but you know it won’t be. Both John and Dave are straight to the point of comedy, which took you too long to figure out - you didn’t even know a word for that until you picked it up from them. Of fucking course, by that time, you’d done what you do with entirely too many of your friends. You’d caught feelings for them both. Just your fucking luck, you guess. As if on cue, as you think of your awful luck, you trip and almost eat asphalt on the way across the parking lot but manage to get in the door without further incident. You’d already set up a meeting spot with the other two, and you head there quickly.
You hope your luck will turn, though. You’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time - you just want to spend time with your best friends and introduce them to your other friends. You spy a couple of familiar figures - you’ve all shared plenty of pictures before - heading towards the prearranged spot. Despite your close shaves with real lateness, somehow, you’re the first one there. You quietly pray to nothing in particular that soulmate bullshit doesn’t fuck things up, that you can just enjoy some drama-free times with your two best friends.
You’re not as surprised as you should be when John meets your eyes, glances down, and freezes like a statue. Dave looks from you to him and backs up, going white as a fucking sheet. You glance down. One string connects your wrist to John’s, another ties you to Dave, and a third brings together your two friends. You just fucking sigh. Perhaps under other circumstances, you would’ve been excited to be bound to your two crushes and best friends, but you can’t muster that. They both think they’re straight, neither of them will take this well. It’s going to be awkward, they’re going to be uncomfortable, and you know your luck has not turned for the better.