This is a canon X OC (James Madison and Jayden Laurens) one-shot for PansexualAndProud, taking place in a soulmate AU. Hope you like it!

Jayden yawned, walking down the sidewalk. It was way too early in the morning to be awake, yet here she was, sipping her coffee and cursing the cold. She loved fall, yes- but not early in the mornings. It had to be less that forty degrees at the moment, and she was huddled in a giant sweater that she thought might be green. There was a color tag on it, saying 'GREEN', but for all she knew, green was the color of strawberries or lemons or the sky.

A draft pierced through the fibers of her sweater, and she yelped, sloshing hot pumpkin-spice latte out of her cup. When the liquid hit her hand, she dropped the cup entirely, and watched in dismay as it burst open.

Someone walked past her as she frantically tried to get the coffee off her arm. Jayden heard a cry of pain, and looked down.
Sprawled at her feet, shivering in a thin sweater, was a boy about her age. He had a face with delicate features, and his frame was terribly thin, almost as though his next cough might be enough to shatter him. He slowly raised his head and made eye contact.

Seeing color for the first time, Jayden's mom always said, was an overwhelming experience. For some people, it was very slow, color leaking into their life as if through a leaking faucet, but for others it was as quick as the snap of a finger. Whatever it was, though, it would be beautiful and spectacular and terrifying.
For Jayden, it was altogether very strange.

When she looked into the boy's eyes, all she could see was a warm, dark color. It wasn't black or white or grey, she knew that. What surprised her was that it stood out boldly on the monochromatic landscape of her world. The name for it came to her almost instantly. Without thinking, she blurted it out.
"Brown!"
The boy jerked up a little in surprise. "Wh-what did you say?"
Jayden felt a strange sensation inside of herself. It was like sipping coffee, or finding your keys after a long search, or finally finishing a term paper. It was satisfaction. "I said brown. I'm sorry, but I just happened to notice how striking the color of your eyes is."

On an ordinary day, James Madison would have been hiding in the house. He grew cold very easily, and especially in early November when he was sick anyway, leaving the house was generally a bad idea. Today, though, he was out of cough drops, and no one was home to get any for him.
He'd been cursing his weak immune system and trudging back from the drugstore when it happened. He wasn't looking where he was going- even in black and white, dark clouds in the sky never boded well, and he was pondering them- and someone had spilled coffee. Madison's brand new slippers skidded in the puddle and he fell flat onto his backside.
He looked up at the girl who'd spilled the coffee. She was pretty, with hair that looked black to him. She wore a very long sweater, leggings, snow boots, and a pair of large, black-framed glasses. In her hand was a broken Styrofoam coffee cup, still dripping what was undoubtedly very hot liquid onto her hand.

He opened his mouth to say something to her, then stopped hastily. There was something about her eyes. They weren't black, or grey, or even bordering on white. They were deep and melancholy, yes, but they were something he wanted to call olive.
"Brown," the girl blurted. James was taken aback- was that really her name?
"What?" He managed, stammering a little.
As she repeated herself, James noticed a subtle change in the world around him. The girl's sweater went from grey to very faintly...was the word blue? It filled in slowly, as though it was being colored in by a small child. The next thing to get color was her skin, which turned to a color like iced coffee. Her dark brows filled themselves in over her glasses, and he saw that her hair was not black, but more of a chocolate color.

To Jayden, the colors were more powerful. The world seemed to stop its turning, and before her eyes, a single swirl of color burst forth. It was a violet purple color, passionate and regal and tinged with blue. It spiralled off, with a chime not entirely unlike a musical note, and landed on the boy's jacket and the car speeding past and the dying flowers in the neighbor's window box.
Next was light blue, then green, then orange and brown and yellow and a thousand others that she didn't know the names of but would learn. She wanted to, no, needed to learn everything about these colors.

Madison reached out a hand, and the girl took it and helped him to his feet.
"Sorry about that. I'm Jayden." Her voice was warm and apologetic and thrilled and exasperated all at once. When she spoke her name, it brought to mind a deep indigo blue, the color of the sky at twilight.
"James." He smiled and slung an arm around her shoulder. For once, it was easy to forget about the cold.

PansexualAndProud hope you enjoy!