I scribbled this on the back of my economics notebook during class hence why it's so short.
I'll update as soon as I can but don't hate me if it comes late. It's that time of year... ATTACK OF THE KILLER EXAMS.
Also, I do't own Soul Eater nor any of the awesome characters.
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Missing you
A month had passed since he last saw or even heard from Maka, He never thought he would come to the point of missing her a few weeks after summer vacation started. Maka was spending time with her mother overseas while Soul, not being on good terms with his family, decided to stay home and watch the apartment. Though Soul partied occasionally with Black Star and Kid, it wasn't all the time he could tolerate the hyperactive stupidity and the symmetic obsessions. Despite them being his distraction, it still couldn't get his mind off his miester.
Crawling out of his bed to get some milk, he sighed deeply at her absence that made him become more and more a bit…lonely? No way! Soul was too cool for that. Besides, he should be happy small tits was not there to bug him about chores and studying. Maka was the only person he knew that was stupid enough to study during vacation but he secretly admired it.
Still, there were a lot of things to make him think about her constantly to the point where he'd pull his face in annoyance with himself. Her purple mug, the strawberry printed towel that hung in the bathroom, the chick flic movies on the living room table and her room that always smelled of freshly purchased book and a hint of vanilla. It was seriously messing with his head.
Placing his now empty glass of milk on the table he gravitated to Maka's room and crashed on the bed sucking in the pleasant scent of her in the sheets. His train of thought started to drag his mind to the gutter at a speed he couldn't keep up with. He started imagining her small body in his arms, feeling her smooth milky skin and tasting her small pink lips.
"What the hell?" he shouted, as he suddenly sat up from the bed, a thin sheet a sweat covering his forehead and a solider at attention that stood under the fabric of his blue boxers.
"Not cool at all …" he thought to himself, turning his head to look at the pink flowered shaped clock on the wall. "Three in the morning huh…." he said warily to himself falling back onto the bed spreading out his limbs.
The creepy moon that grinned like a psychopathic killer laughed at his state of distress of conflicting emotions. Soul knew if he told Maka how he felt about her, he may run the risk of breaking a really good friendship and even worse, destroy their soul resonance which was the one thing they were perfect at, even if there was madness in the mix. Grabbing one of her pillows, he plaster it to his face to inhale the scent one more time and drifted off to sleep again. Tomorrow for sure, he would contact her. Soul was turning into a pervert and it was driving him insane.