Every Friday night after school, Maka came home and hid in her room until exactly 10:32pm. It was then that she'd emerge from her room, a completely different person. She'd exchanged her big, clunky boots for heels and her pig tails that Soul secretly loved so much no longer existed. Instead, her hair fell into silky waves. The black cloak and yellow vest that acted as boy repellent was replaced with tight dresses and skirts that looked a little more Liz and Patty and a lot less Maka Albarn.
Each Friday night after school, Soul would watch Maka run into her room and disappear. He would make dinner for the both of them but left her plate in the fridge, covered with foil. Last summer he told Maka he could beat Kidd in a fight as long as he only used one of the sisters. If he lost, he promised to make dinner everyday of their senior year. He lost.
Soul would sit on couch, watching movies, playing videos and secretly thinking about Maka. He always wondered why she dressed up so nice every Friday and how she managed to change from her cute self to a smoking hot bombshell. Only on Friday nights, when nobody was around would he admit to himself how much he adored Maka's slender figure and bossy personality. And when it hits 10:32pm, Soul always pauses his show and looks at Maka. Whether it be a black dress or a skirt, he can't help but be filled with a storm of feelings in his head and heart. "She looks so good." "I wonder if she notices how hard I'm trying to contain this nose bleed." "What will other dudes try to do when they see her like this?"
And every Friday night, Soul just nods, "You look weird." To which, Maka always responds, "Thanks. I'll be home sometime tonight, don't wait up."
And every Friday night, Maka leaves to who knows where and Soul lays on the couch with heavy eyelids waiting for Maka to come home and hoping she's safe.