This is a little fic I wrote because I love reading other peoples slice of life stories. There's just something about making fictional characters doing normal things.

Enjoy!

Death City Apartment Party

Maka POV

"Maka, come on out! I want to see your 'lil cutie booty in that dress"

I sigh.

I asked Blair to come shopping with Tsubaki and I because I wanted her advice on a dress for the party. Tonight is important and I want to wear something special. But this dress is just… well it's just…

"Makaaaa," Blair yowls, "I want to seeeee the sexy dress!"

Exactly. This is a sexy dress. Blair and Tsubaki both voted against the knee length dress I chose, saying it was too safe. This dress was then thrown into the dressing room by a giggling Blair who told me it was "a challenge." Gritting my teeth, I push open the stall door and present myself to the girls.

"Oh!" Tsubaki exclaims, "Maka!"

I immediately flush and wrap my arms protectively around my chest. I knew it, I look stupid. I begin to back up into the dressing room but Blair grabs my wrist and swings me around to face the long mirror at the end of the corrider. I blink at my reflection. That can't be me.

"Maka," Blair purrs, "You look amazing." She then prods my bum and sighs, "Why do you never show off this cute little behind?"

"Blair, don't grab me like that…"

"And wow!" she continues, deaf to my protests, "Look at your boobs!"

"Blair, no! No, stop!"

She grabs them anyway and continues, "I didn't know you actually had any."

I slap her hands away as I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I catch the look on Tsubaki's face and I see that she's as uncomfortable with the situation as I am. Neither of us are used to Blair's confidence yet, she seems more comfortable with our bodies than we are!

I shift my focus back to my reflection and I can't help but admire how the dress has transformed me. The sweetheart neckline is low enough to create the illusion of cleavage. The material hugs my waist and hips in a way that gives me an hourglass figure. The skirt is tight and short, hugging my bottom and ending mid-thigh. Turning to inspect my side view I can't help but smile. I look good.

"Maka, you are too cuteeeee!" Blair cries, hugging me from behind. Then, bending her head to my ear level she whispers "Did you notice that the dress is red?"

I blink at her, and then flush. Red is Soul's favourite colour.

"Blair!" I start, but she cuts me off with a little wink and a push back into the dressing room.

"You're welcome," she purrs through the door.

Soul POV

"Aw, come on Spirit!" Black*Star bawls, "Just do it!"

I shove my hands deeper into my pockets. It is so uncool to be begging Maka's dad to buy us the alcohol for tonight's party. But Black*Star and I are both underage and the guy in the Off Licence is not someone you want to mess with. Even my egotistical best friend knows that.

"Guys, I don't know," Spirit drawls, clearly loving that we had sought him out for this favour. "There's really nothing in it for me."

I sigh inwardly. Spirit's just pissed 'cos Maka didn't invite him to our "Congratulations on becoming a Deathscythe" party. But for once it's not because she can't stand him. We just decided that we didn't want to have any adults 'cos it's too hard to relax fully when your teachers and parents are snooping around.

"PLEASE!" Black*Star cries.

"Spirit," I say, "If you do this for us, I'll ask Blair to keep tonight free for you. She's working down in the club."

I watch as my fellow Deathscythe's face twitches into a smile. "Okay," he sighs, "You two drive a hard bargain. What can I get you?"

I hand over the list that Maka and I carefully wrote up. We both agreed that it was probably a bit too much, but, we also agreed it was better to have more than enough than to run out of drink half way through the festivities.

Spirit scans the list, and whistles long and low through his teeth. "Seems like someone is going to have a fun night," he says, raising an eyebrow.

I grin at him as Black*Star hoots in triumph. He has no idea.

Maka POV

"Oh, good god!" I exclaim as I take in the amount of alcohol Soul and Black*Star are carting into the apartment. "I think we way overestimated how much we needed!"

Soul chuckles and rests the final crate of beer on top of the existing stack. "Maybe just a tad," he agrees as Black*Star re-enters the room carrying the last box of wine. He puts it down on the floor and stands, hands on hips, and nods at our coffee table that is groaning under the weight of the bottles of vodka, whiskey and rum.

"I think this should be enough," he pronounces sagely, and with a fistbump to Soul and a wave at me, he leaves us.

"I think this is definitely enough," Soul scoffs as he pulls a can of beer out of a box. He cracks the tab, and grins over at me, waving a full can of beer in his other hand. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere Maka," he smiles, and tosses the can across the room to me. I catch it, but bite my lip as I look around kitchen. Nearly every surface is covered with bottles or boxes of alcohol. I can't help but feel anxious, drinking is something I'm still not comfortable with. I only agreed to have this party because Soul was so excited about it.

"Do you think we should return some of it?" I ask Soul timidly. He looks up, confused. "I mean, we're asking for trouble really," I whisper, already regretting saying anything at all.

"Maka," Soul groans, throwing another can at me. "Chill out for once. It's just a party. Nothing bad will happen, okay?"

"Okay." I sigh. I glance over at Soul and my stomach clenches, but this time it's not from anxiety. I've been having moments recently where I can't help but admire how good looking he is, with those red eyes and his spiky white hair. I feel my heart do that flippy over thing as he stretches his arms over his head, allowing me to catch a glimpse of his toned stomach. His skin looks so smooth it makes me want to touch it…

"Maka?" His voice snaps me from my contemplation of his body and I blush deeply. Embarrassed, I grab my two cans and scamper away to my room.

"Where are you off to?" Soul calls after me.

"I'm going to start getting ready!" I call back. I close the bedroom door behind me and lean against it. Breathing deeply I try to calm my heartbeat and the fluttering in my stomach. "Ugh," I think. Why does he make me feel this way? I sit myself down in front of my mirror, grab my hairbrush and start to comb through my ashy blonde locks.

I am in love with Soul Evans.

Even thinking those words make me blush. I know that Soul doesn't think of me that way as he has made it very clear that I am not his type, but tonight, I'm going to try and change that.

Soul POV

I smirk as Maka runs away from me; her cheeks flushed crimson, clutching her cans to her chest. I had caught her checking me out and then had purposely overstretched to give her something to look at. Hearing her bedroom door slam shut I decide I want to mess with her some more.

Pulling my blue long sleeved top over my head, I toss it onto my bed and then pull a couple of shirts out of the wardrobe. In my shirtless state I walk across the hall and knock on Maka's door.

"Soul?" she calls

"Can I come in?" I call back, "I want you to help me choose a shirt for tonight."

"Yeah, sure." She says, and I twist the doorknob and enter.

Standing behind her, I watch her pull a brush through her hair as she studies herself in the mirror. She lifts her eyes up to meet mine in the reflection and it registers with her that my upper half is bare. Her eyes widen and a light pink starts to creep across her face.

I hold up the shirts and she turns around, her gaze running over my torso. I clear my throat and give the shirts a little shake, smiling as her eyes flick back up to my face and she flushes a deeper pink.

"What are you wearing?" I ask her.

"A red dress" she replies, keeping her eyes averted from my face.

"Red!" I say, surprised. Maka usually goes for pinks and purples when she's buying dresses. "Cool," I continue, "I'll wear my red shirt, and then we'll match."

She smiles at me then and nods, unable to keep her eyes from wandering across my chest. Catching her eye, I raise an eyebrow at her, causing her to turn a deep red and turn back quickly to face herself in the mirror, grabbing her hairbrush and brushing her hair with a new vigour.

"See you later then Maka," I say, "Thanks for helping me out,"

She just nods, brushing her fringe determinately.

I smile at her, she is so awkwardly adorable. Closing the door I catch a glimpse of the red dress she was talking about. Even bunched up on the bed it looks sexy. I swallow, suddenly nervous about seeing her in it.

I have always thought Maka was beautiful, with her big green eyes, blonde hair and those long lean legs. But it's her little quirks that made me fall for her, like how easily embarrassed she gets when she's uncomfortable or the way she purses her lips when she can't figure something out. Sighing, I walk to my room and throw my red shirt on. Maybe tonight I'll finally pluck up the courage to tell her how I feel.

Buttoning my cuffs, I walk out to the kitchen and eye a bottle of vodka. I love the burn of straight vodka in my throat. Nervous as I am, I figure a couple of shots will help to calm me. Cracking the lid off a bottle, I grab a shot glass and sit down on the couch.

"Cheers," I whisper to myself as I take the first shot.

Maka POV

Hearing the door click shut, I glance over at my new red dress and sigh.

Eyeing the unopened beer cans by my door, I debate whether or not liquid courage is necessary, but another glance at the dress has me scampering across the floor and cracking open a can. Taking a sip, I shudder at the bitterness of the foamy liquid, but continue to sip away regardless.

I turn back to my reflection and pick up my make up brushes. I have 5 hours before the guests arrive to make myself less Maka-like. I take a deep breath, and get to work.

And that's the end of Chapter 1. It's quite long, but I think this whole story might be long.

Kid will be making an appearance in the next chapter (cos I love him).

Review and let me know what you guys think!

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