Love Letters

Hey, I think we should go out sometime. You're really nice and sweet and kind and caring and sexy and hot and down-right fuckabl-

Hi. You may know me because we are friends. And friends hang out. So we should. Because we are friends. And friends-

Hello please read this and I am not desperate okay I really really like you and have liked you for years now. I know you so much that I even know what you eat for breakfast-

I like you. Actually I love you. I LOVE YOU-

Please go out with me-

I WANT you-

DAMMIT

Black Star even swore this out loud as he threw away yet another piece of paper. They were all stupid! How could he not look like a dumbass when everything he wrote sounded corny and sapped-up? God, no wonder he doesn't have a chance.

He ruffled his messy blue hair hastily while clearing his thoughts. FOCUS. Black Star took out a last sheet of paper and determinedly picked up his pen.

Hey, maybe we should hang out together sometime. Just the two of us. What do you say, the park at six?

There! Not too vague, not too detailed or desperate. Now, comes the hard part.

Giving the letter.

"YOU WROTE A LOVE LE-MM!" Black Star quickly shushed Maka in the hallway and glanced around for prying ears.

"Shut up," He hissed while uncovering her mouth, "And it's not that big of deal but I need a favor-"

"YOU of all people wrote a love letter. How is that not a big deal!?"

"Shut up!" He hissed again and Maka barely obeyed.

"Who is it?" She hissed back.

"Maka..." She could see the assassin's embarrassed look and decided not to press.

"Okay okay, but what's the favor?" Black Star silently thought. Could be really trust Maka to deliver the letter? He can clearly see that she would no doubt tell the girls, how would he know that she would not tell Soul's secret admirer?

"Ah never mind." This disappointed Maka.

"Black Star you can count on me you know. I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Black Star turned around to head down the hall way.

"Oh yeah? Why are your fingers crossed behind your back then?" He said lastly, leaving Maka to wonder how he knew that.

...

The lunch bell rang and Black Star exhaled. He can't pull it off any longer. He has to give the letter.

As usual, Kid and Soul found their way to an isolated side of the classroom to eat lunch. It was common for Black Star to be there, but he had to give himself a five-minute prep-talk. At last, he hopped down the many desks and seats toward his friends.

"U-uh..." His sudden stutter caused Soul and Kid to look up at him.

"What are you doing just standing there? Come join us." Soul invited with a grin. Black Star looked out the corner of his eyes for a split second, wondering if Soul meant someone else.

"Black Star?" Kid said with a raised eyebrow. Black Star mentally slapped himself. Of course Soul meant him! Who else!?

"S-Sorry just uh... thinking... um..." He walked up and set next to them carefully with the note behind his back. Soul's book bag is right there. How will he slip it in without the other males noticing?

"You okay dude? You look a little stressed." Soul mentioned and Black Star had to remind himself not to look obvious.

"R-really? Must have been the a.. the test last period."

"That was especially difficult." Kid said dazedly and Soul gave an exasperated look.

"I don't know how Maka does it. She says the test was fun. More like hell to me."

"Well she is weird." Black Star muttered and Soul laughed while launching up a story about her in the apartment one time. Good, while those two are distracted, Black Star could easily analyze where to slip note.

I have to stop right here for today because I need more time to figure out where this is going. XD

More will come soon!