Awwwww yeaaah. Arsenic's back, only this time she's attempting humor! Fat chance of it working out, but I guess she'll learn the hard way. But if she makes me wear something stupid to prom, Imma whoop her sorry ass! Let me tell you, she was gonna have me-
Aless, get the hell out of here. They're gonna think I have a split personality.
Don't you? You're the one who says that "hell is inside your head"-
That's not me, that's Crona. How could you possibly get us mixed up?
You're right. Crona's cuter.
Oh, shut up. Anyway, yes, I'm writing about what would happen if DWMA had a prom. I'm gonna warn you, this story will make 0 sense if you haven't read my other fanfic, The Hell Inside My Head. So go! Read! Give me more viewers!
Don't you think that's a little desperate? Especially for a story as short as this one? Where you didn't even put your favorite character in character half the time? Fail.
When did you turn into a bitch? Seriously, it's like you're Ragnarok or something. Are you drunk?
Yupyup! Skunk as a drunk!
That explains it. –sigh- My apologies for my OC. Here, have a story. You deserve it after dealing with her.
"Guess what, Soul, guess what?"
Soul leaned back in his chair and sighed. They were sitting together in class, and it was obvious that he was not in the mood for Maka's perkiness.
"What, Maka?" he muttered. "Did you get another A+ on a test? Good for you."
"No, that's not it! I mean, that happened too," she admitted, "but that's not why I'm excited. Prom's coming up!"
Her partner opened one eye and looked at her with an expression of utter distaste.
"So? It's not like I'm going. I don't really care about it."
Maka's eyes widened in shock. She gave him a light slap on the arm.
"What are you talking about? Of course you're going! Why wouldn't you want to go?"
"Prom's a chick thing. It's not cool for a guy to get wrapped up in that stuff. Black*Star and I are probably gonna have a guys night at home and pig out the whole time. Isn't that right, Black*Star?" The other meister stopped flexing his muscles, looked over, and nodded. "See? If me and Black*Star are doing it, it must be the cool thing to do. I bet there'll be hardly any guys there."
"So you're going to make me go by myself? That's just cold, Soul. You're not just my partner, you're my boyfriend. You have to go."
Soul couldn't really argue with that logic. They were dating. Besides, he didn't really want to invoke the wrath of Maka.
"Fine. If you're gonna bully me into it, I guess I'll go. Hey Black*Star!" he called. "Plans are cancelled. I'm going to the prom."
Black*Star pounded a fist on the table in anger, sending papers and books flying. The teacher sent him to stand out in the hall.
Aless felt on top of the world that day. Despite her small stature, she felt like she was walking tall. Surely people were watching her and wondering how anybody so strange could be so confident. She slid onto the bench next to her meister, Rikita, took out her lunch, and sighed happily.
"Someone's awfully bubbly today," Aless' partner commented. "What's up?"
"Prom's coming up!" she swooned. "I didn't know DWMA had a prom! I can't wait! I love parties! And I'm gonna be prom queen, I just know it!"
"Slow down there, prom princess," Riki drawled. "Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself?"
"You're right." Aless clenched her fists. "Where will I get my dress from? Imma need a dress, shoes, jewelry… and of course I want my hair done, but I might do that myself. Crap, how am I gonna get the money for all this? I'll need to get a second job. Oh wait, what am I saying? I work at the dressmaker's shop, maybe I can get a discount. Yeah. Discount, odd jobs… I got this in the bag."
"While that's a valid concern, it's not what I meant," Rikita laughed. "I was wondering how you're gonna be prom queen if you don't even have a date."
"What're you talking about? I'm going with Crona. Duh. Did you forget that we've been dating for, like six months? Anyways, I'll ask my boss to make my dress-"
"He didn't tell you? He says he's not going."
Aless' jaw dropped. It hadn't even occurred to her that her shy boyfriend might not want to go with her. Her dreams vanished in an instant.
"What? How can he not go? Everyone's going!"
"Aless, you practically had to drag him to Kid's last party. And I think the only reason he went was because Ragnarok would beat him up if he didn't get free food. The kid doesn't like crowds. It really wouldn't make sense for him to go to prom."
"Noooo," Aless whined. "He has to go. It's a boyfriend's duty to be with his girlfriend on prom night." She set her lunch down and stood up. "I'm gonna go find him. He'll do it for me."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then I'll whoop his girly ass." At Riki's look of concern, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, calm down. You know I wouldn't really do that."
"So why exactly did you drag us out of class?" Liz asked Kid. He'd pulled her and Patti out of History for some unknown reason.
"As you know," he said, "prom is coming up. And as a Shinigami, it is my duty to make sure that the whole night is precise and perfect!"
"Yeah, well as a normal human being, it's my duty to have a good time. I'm going back to class." Liz turned to leave, but Kid grabbed her arm.
"Please! I can't do this alone! This year there is a huge challenge awaiting us!"
"Oh yeah?" asked Patti. "What's that?"
"Asymmetrical dresses." Kid shuddered just saying the words. "They're all over the women's fashion magazines. The cover of Seventeen nearly gave me a heart attack, it was so disgustingly imperfect."
"And you were looking at women's magazines because…?"
"Never mind that. We need to make sure that no one is asymmetrical on prom night. Boys must wear a boutonnière on each side of their jackets. Girls must have their hair parted exactly in the middle. And, of course, we have to make sure that the decorations are exact and precise as well."
"Oh, yes," Liz deadpanned. "God forbid there be a stray balloon or streamer floating around. I don't know what we would do then."
"Exactly!" Kid exclaimed, the sarcasm going right over his head. "I knew you'd agree with me! Come on, we have to go meet with my father about this. Maybe he can impose some rules about the dresses."
See, Aless? That didn't go so bad.
You made me look like a superficial jerk.
Oh, get over it. Anyways, next chapter coming up soon! Hope you all like it!