"Hey, it's Maka. You know what to do!" *beep*
"Hey, it's Soul. I need to rant. Call me back soon. Love ya."
"Hey, it's Maka. You know what to do!" *beep*
"You know, I've never told you this but your voicemail is really dumb. What if I don't know what to do? What if this is my first time operating a cell phone and the pressure of not automatically knowing how to leaving a voicemail gives me PTSD? No, but really, call me back, Blair's being a pain. Love ya."
"Hey, it's Maka-" *beep*
"You're suppose to be my best friend, right? My mistier? Then why aren't you answering? It says in section 72 c amendment 3 of the weapon/mistier/best friend agreement that you must answer all of my phone calls by at least the second ring. You're breaking conduct. Get it together Maka. Love ya."
"Hey, it's-" *beep*
"Yeah, yeah. I know. It's Maka. Listen, I really, really, really need to talk about Blair. He's being a total bitch. I think she's out at Chuppa Cabras. Do you think I settled? Call me back. Love ya."
"Hey-"
"I can quote your voicemail. It's getting serious. Call. Me. Now. I talked to Blair and she bitched at me. Said I shouldn't have been calling her out when I was so "in love" with you. As if. You're my mistier. Which entitles you to calling me back immediately. Love ya."
*beep*
"Hey, it's me... again. I don't know what to do. I think Blair and I just broke up. She says I don't trust her enough. I say she's a bitch. I'm not sad, though. Why am I not sad? We dated for two years. I should be sad. Maka, will you please answer. I only want to talk to you, no one else. Love ya."
*beep*
"Maka. Answer. Seriously. I'm not sad or anything. But I want to talk to you. I always want to talk to you. You're the only one who gets me. Blair never did. I should have listened to you. You're just right for me... no that's not what I meant. Call me back. Please? I love you."
*beep*
"Okay, maybe that is what I meant. Listen, Maka? I think I've loved you for quite some time, you know... as more than a best friend/mistier. I just, I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know how to tell myself. I love- I'm in love with you, Maka."
"Hey, what's the matter? You called like 10 times. I haven't listened to any of your voicemails yet, I went on a date with Kid. What's the matter?"
"Oh... it's nothing serious. You can delete those voicemails. I just wanted to tell you that me and Blair are good. Really, really good."