Author's Note: I'm sick and in a writing mood? c: Heh heh, I was watching Spongebob~
Disclaimer: It's called 'fan'fiction for a reason~
She was supposed to be doing her homework.
She was supposed to be doing extra work so that Soul's grade wouldn't make her fail.
She was supposed to be cleaning up the apartment like she did at least once a week.
She was supposed to be reading the new book she bought the day before.
But, what was she doing?
Maka stared at the screen, entranced. Only one thing could cause her to become distracted from her pre-dinner activities. And this horror had a name. "Maka? Are you watching fucking Spongebob?"
She had just happened to walk by the TV that Soul had accidently left on. She had sent him out to get more milk since they were out. Again.
"Maka? Hellooo?" Soul waved a hand in front of her face.
The familiar theme song had caught her attention.
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants!"
Soul frowned and stood in front of her. "Makaaa?"
"Double take three times, now pelvic thrust! Wooo! Wooo! Stop on your right foot, don't forget it!"
Maka blinked and craned her head to look up at him. "Oh, hey Soul."
Soul sighed. "You're so uncool sometimes."
Maka tilted her head, "huh?"
"You were entranced by Spongebob? Really? Maka, that's sooo not cool."
Maka frowned, "MAKA CHOP!"
She smiled at the semi-limp body on the floor and went back to watching the TV.
"Technique? Technique? You think I used your stupid technique? Psssh, it's in my genes." "Squids got jeans! Squids got jeans!"
Maka smiled as the screen, feeling completely carefree.
This was one of her favorite pastimes when she was younger. She had almost completely forgotten about the show and was now thoroughly enjoying herself.
She watched as a new episode came on. A couple minutes later she giggled as Spongebob went on a pant ripping spree.
Soul woke up about ten minutes later to hear music on the TV. He raised an eyebrow as he saw it was Spongebob singing a song about ripping his pants.
"Maka, I seriously don't understand you sometimes." He shook his head and got up from the floor.
She scrunched up her eyes and stuck her tongue out. "I never asked you to, Soul."
He smiled slightly and plopped down on the couch next to her. "Since you're so adorable, I 'spose I'll just have to forgive you for your obvious uncool behavior."
Maka pouted. "Well obviously Spongebob's waaaay cooler than you are. I mean, he ripped his pants at least five times in that last episode and nobody thought he was uncool."
"Maka, are you saying that it would make you happy if I ripped my pants?"
Maka blushed. "Wh-what the hell? How did what I say turn into that?"
"Weeell, I have to retain my coolness. Can't have a freakin' pixel sponge taking my title." He grinned widely, showing off his teeth.
She lightly slapped his shoulder, with a smile on her face. " Well maybe you're just a freakin' idiot."
He gave her puppy dog eyes. "How could you have such little faith in my coolness?"
"Ahahaha, what coolness?" She shot back.
"See. Like the cool person I am, I'm going to coolly ignore that uncool comment."
She threw her hands up. "Alright! I give up! You're cool… not!"
She smiled quickly and ran for her room, entertained for a few hours.
Soul shook his head and smiled slightly, getting up and making his way to the fridge.
Soul frowned. "MAKA! DID YOU TAKE THE MILK?"
"MAAYBEEE!"
Soul's frown deepened. "Damn it, woman."
"UGH, FINE. I'M GOING OUT FOR MORE THEN!"
"KAY KAY~!" Maka yelled back.
He huffed. Soooo uncool.
The door slammed shut and Maka smiled innocently as she cracked open her door. She scoped out the living room and deemed it safe. Padding into the kitchen, she put the milk back in the fridge. She then proceeded to skip back into the living room to watch the happy, yellow sponge again.