Description
When you are born you have a constellation on your wrist. It is a certain color and has your soulmates name underneath. James Madison didn't care to look at the magenta colored constellation on his wrist. You see, James Madison did not believe he needed a soulmate. But his friends all had soulmates. And he soon would long for one. Thomas Jefferson longed for his soulmate. Everyday he would run his fingers along the pale blue constellation and whisper the name James over and over. He suspected his soulmate was his old friend James, the who used to be his best friend a few years ago.. Thomas switches schools again, James thinks nothing of it, until they uncover their old friendship, and little did they know their lives would change forever. Sorry I suck at writing descriptions just read the fic :|
Soulmate. An explanation.
