My name is Dave Strider and I'm walking down the street. Everything is the same four hues as normal. Black, white, and two greys in between. Then, suddenly, there is a spark of colour. It's only there for a heartbeat, but it's still the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I can somehow describe it. Huh, imagine that. Describing something you've never seen. Blue. It's blue. There is a tinge of black, but not the black I'm used to. This black is...vibrant, somehow. I look over and focus my gaze on the boy on the other side of the street. He's sitting on a park bench, listening to an MP3 player. He evidently hasn't seen me yet. His world is still grayscale. I walk across the street and sit down next to him on the bench. He looks up at me. His contented smile drops off his face. He looks directly into my eyes. The entire world lights up. The grass is green, the trees brown. I notice for the first time his sea-blue eyes. Balls of colour suspended in seas of white. His perfect skin is the most amazing shade of peach. His slender hands reach up and pull his earbuds out. Everything about him is perfect. His black hair flows in the wind like a gentle river over stones. Wow that was poetic, I think to myself. His nose is like a little lump of perfect. My gaze moves down to his lips. They look so soft and warm, like if they even grazed my face I would melt into his arms.

DAVE: BE YOUR SOULMATE

My name is John Egbert and I am sitting next to the most perfect boy I have ever seen. He has perfect skin and hair and eyes and everything. I can see in colour for the first time. His shirt is white, with red sleeves. His hair is blonde and falls perfectly around his face, effortlessly. His skin is flawless and smooth. His black aviator glasses hide the colour of his eyes. I look at his lips. They draw me toward him and I suddenly am aware that he is looking the same way at me. I blush a deep red and move toward him so your shoulders touch

JOHN: BE DAVE YOUR SOULMATE WHO'S NAME YOU DO NOT KNOW

He's moving towards me. Oh shit what do I do? "Hey...I never got your name," I say carefully.
"Huh? Oh...It's John," he answers. John...Perfect. You hold your hand out.
"Dave Strider." Shit, what do I say? 'Oh hello there, I noticed that you were my soulmate do you want to make out?' No, that's retarded.
"I see in color when I look at you," he says, wide-eyed. His eyelashes shape his eyes perfectly behind his glasses. They make his eyes look so big.
I whisper. "Oh my god you're so adorable."
He giggles. "So are you." He's looking directly into my eyes now and I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. His breathing speeds up. So does mine. He inches closer to me and puts a hand on my cheek. It's clear what's happening now. He moves his face toward mine and I put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes open wide and he pulls my face toward his in one motion. Our lips touch and it's the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced. His eyes flicker closed and he lets me pull him into me. He gives a small moan and sits in my lap, facing me. He's being so gentle. His glasses fall off. I request permission to enter by sliding my tongue across his bottom lip. He sides open his mouth a bit and I slide the tip of my tongue inside. He pulls away and rests his head on my chest. He looks exhausted. He has a contented smile on his face and I carry him back to my apartment.
My name is Dave Strider and I found my soulmate at fourteen years old.