Have you ever known one of those really bad guys that you can't help but fall in love with? The kind of guy who cuts class, goes drinking, and has an inexplicable amazing talent with music? I know the poster child of bad boys. Soul Eater Evans. Yeah, maybe I'm a little obsessed. But so what? We both know it can't happen. Shouldn't happen. Being friends was too important. Trust is too important. Most of all, not panicking in the middle of a fight is too important. And so I'm doomed to forever fantasize. I mean, we even talked this over.
-From the Random, Dorky Journal of Maka Albarn
It was movie night. Maka came over with popcorn, deposited it in Soul's lap, and curled up on the other end of the couch. Being a health nut, she refused to touch the excessively buttery popcorn Soul craved. He popped in a disc, most likely some of the film noir crap he would watch to death, and they settled in to watch.
"What is this even?" Maka asks. He shrugs.
"Black Star recommended it. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. He couldn't believe I hadn't seen it." Great, Maka thought. It wasn't film noir crap, it was a ridiculous ninja movie. Maka wished she could fly on wires right out of the apartment, but compromises were compromises, and movie night was one such agreement. By the end, Maka she had enjoyed the romance subplot, and little else. But her nights were surprisingly empty lately. So at least it was something to do. So at least it was something to do with Soul.
"So what now?" She asks as the credits roll.
"I was gonna sleep. It's like two in the morning." He replies, yawning broadly, displaying his pointed teeth as if to illustrate.
"I dunno. I was thinking we could talk or something. I'm not sleepy." Soul snorts in amusement.
"You always want to talk."
"Well I actually have something to talk about for once!"
"You always say that." He yawns again. "Besides. We have teaching duty early tomorrow. Can it wait?" He stands up and shuffles to his room, and Maka glares at his back, trying to bore holes in it with a furious gaze. Of course he never waits for her to reply, because Mr. Cool does things his own way. Maka sighs and gets up too. Bedtime, for lack of anything better to do. But she figures Soul is right. It can wait. It's been waiting for so long that another day or two wouldn't matter. They'd both been waiting for so long.