Hey guys! Remember me? Well, my other two stories have been deleted and discontinued - I didn't like them much and I can write a lot beter now. Alright, well, I'll begin my fresh start with a one shot. And no, I don't own Soul Eater. This will be AU, I guess.
Maka Albarn was quite the efficient woman. At twenty three years old, she'd been living away from her parents for eight years. She had a steady job at an office, a pet she took care of responsibly, and, of course, the ever so important boyfriend who she cherished.
He wasn't exactly what others would call her type; in fact, he was quite the opposite of her. A lazy, overprotective, devil may care kind of guy named Soul Eater Evans. Even his name screamed weird, something Maka usually strayed away from. But despite Maka's good reputation and happy life, she did have one fatal flaw - curiosity stronger than self control.
She wasn't stupid enough to go chasing after so drunken drug dealer, but she was just the least bit gullible enough to fall for the motorcycle riding, white haired boy with the red eyes. With her long dirty blonde hair and gray-green eyes, her skinny legs and faint curves, the two looked anything but normal together. Maka's posture always remained perfect and poised, while Soul prefered to slouch and shove his deft pianist's hands into his pockets.
But to be honest with herself, Maka didn't care that he was so different from her. And that was why, at that moment, she was flopped on a chair at his house, a bowl of popcorn resting on her flat stomach, the TV remote in her hand. He was sitting on the couch next to her, muttering to himself about her choice of channel.
"Oi, Maka, I really, really, don't want to watch this crap," he grumbled, prodding her side lightly with his foot and sighing dramatically.
Maka shrugged, throwing another piece of popcorn into her mouth, eyes glued to the television in front of her, "S'not so bad at all," she said as she chewed.
"It's a drama. Cool guys don't watch dramas," he griped, letting a soft whine escape his throat and attempting to bat the remote out of her hand. Maka snatched it away, stuffing it under her bottom and grinning triumphantly.
"Maybe so, but cool guys definitely don't try to steal things from their girlfriends," she mumbled almost incoherently, putting a finger to Soul's lips as he tried to talk,"Shhh! This part's important. I have to hear this."
Soul whined again, louder this time, and nipped Maka's finger. She squealed sharply, and, as an insant reflex, back handed him in the face. He cursed loudly and fell back onto the couch, holding his hand to his nose, a bit of blood seeping out from between his fingers.
Maka winced, stood up, and crawled over to him,"Well, you totally deserved that," she said, offering a half hearted sort of smile.
The white haired eighteen year old grunted and looked up at her, "You're an absolute idiot, Maka," he scoffed.
Soul stood up and walked over to the kitchen, mumbling as he did so. He grabbed a paper towel and held it underneath his nose to stop the blood flow. Maka followed behind him silently, giggling as she did so.
"What's so funny?" He barked, attempting to seem scary but ending up just looking extremely doofy.
"It's nothing," Maka said, still laughing, "I just think this is the first time you've gotten a nosebleed for a normal reason."
Woah that was extremely stupid, short, and cheesy. But oh well, I suppose it could be perceived as cute I guess. Reviews are awesome.
