Soul was on his laptop, listening to music as he tapped his pencil against his desk. He was supposed to be doing his homework, but he was taking a study break. At least that's what he told himself. He'd been on Tumblr and listening to music, doing nothing productive at all. He was bobbing his head, singing to himself, to some of his favorite mainstream pop songs. "Baby you're a firework," he mumbled as he reblogged a funny text post. "Make 'em go oh,oh,oh…"
Even with his headphones in, in his room, he heard the house phone ring in the living room. He called out, "Maka! Phone!"
"Got it," she answered. He heard her answer the phone. He turned up the volume to his headphones and changed the song. He began to sing, "I'll rise up, I rise unafraid, I rise up…" he mumbled. Then he laughed at another funny text post and liked it.
"No! I'm fine, I swear!" he heard Maka shout. For a split second, he debated whether or not to make sure she was okay.
"Nah," he mumbled as he scrolled through his playlist. "Let's listen to J. Cole…"
After a few minutes, he heard a knock on his door. He said, "Come in."
Maka trudged into his room and sat on his bed. He turned to look at her. She said, "Your room's a mess."
"So are you," he replied.
"Were you eavesdropping?" she asked, accusingly.
Soul returned to his computer screen. "No. What's up?"
"My mom's coming to visit."
Soul turned around again. "What?"
"She says she needs to check up on me."
"Oh," he shrugged. "That's nice."
"No, that's bad," she said. She leaned backwards onto his bed and groaned, and flailed about. "She's going to ruin everything."
Soul chuckled. "She's not that bad."
"You've only met her once," Maka complained. "And that was during Christmas, when she has to be nice."
Soul shrugged. "Well I guess I'm biased."
"You are," Maka said. She immediately sat up. "Ew, you leave your boxers on your bed!"
"You're the one who sat on my bed. You took the risk."
She pouted. "Soul, I don't know what to do," she whined.
Soul really loved that cute little whine. He'd never admit it, but he really liked Maka. A lot. Like, more than he'd ever liked a girl before. He was pretty sure that he loved her. It was weird. He couldn't explain why, but he'd do anything for this girl. And it's not like she'd ever done anything particularly great for him… he just really liked being around her and living with her, and, the way she handled him in his weapon form… wow.
But yeah, he found this girl extremely attractive… Maka was really cute. And she could be so fierce when she was fighting. She was such a nerd though. And a total spazz at times. Especially when she was worried. And she could be a tad violent. Unnecessarily violent. But those two ponytails, and her short skirt… sure he'd make fun of her about her lack of boobies, but overall he found her looks charming. And yeah her voice could be annoying, but sometimes her voice was really comforting. And when she didn't burn it, she cooked dinner very well. And she had this way of just growing onto him. And she trusted him so much. Overall Maka was just a nice person. And their souls resonated well.
Yup, Maka was pretty swell.
"So what should I do?" Maka asked.
Crap, was she talking this whole time? Soul wondered. He had been staring right at her, but not listening. Accordingly, he asked, "What? You're asking me for advice?"
"Were you even listening?"
"Yeah, yeah." He tapped his chin. BS, BS, BS. He thought. Aloud he said, "So, just talk to her."
Maka shook her head. "You weren't listening."
Soul shrugged. "Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't."
Maka rolled her eyes. "In short, she hasn't seen Papa since the divorce, so I'm not so sure how that's going to play out."
"What does that have to do with you?" Soul interrupted.
"If you had listened," she shot back, "you'd realize that once she sees me, she's going to want to see him. Or if she doesn't see him, he'll come ask me about why she saw me. Or, worse, she may want to see both of us at the same time." She laid her head in the palm of her hands. "And she's going to make fun of my shoes."
That came out of nowhere. He thought. Soul glanced at her shoes. He was thoroughly confused. "…What?"
"She's going to hit me with a what-are-those!" She made a gesture at her shoes with her hand.
Soul repeated, "What?"
"She always makes fun of the way I dress."
"What's wrong with the way you dress? I mean, you probably should wear spanks under that skirt but-"
Maka hit him on the head. Soul cursed and grabbed his head and added, "Or at least sit like a lady!"
Maka reared back to hit him again, while shouting, "I do sit like a lady!" Soul backed away, but she still hit him. She then stood against the wall of his room, blushing and said, "Beside, I see you trying to peek. So you're the one that's looking too hard."
"I don't have to look hard," he stated.
"Ugh, you're no help." She stormed out of the room. Then she backtracked and said, "We're having chicken noodle soup for dinner."
Soul shrugged. "Cool."
As she walked out again, he added, "And Maka, I think your shoes are fine."
Maka groaned and slammed the door. Soul frowned. He thought girls liked compliments. After a minute, he sort of laughed. Maka was so funny. Of course she sits like a lady. He was just teasing her. But now she'd probably sit extra careful… and she noticed that he peeks? Or was she teasing him? Soul leaned backwards on his chair. She's so adorable, he thought. And predictable. Sometimes. What was up with her shoes? And would her mom really use an internet meme on her daughter? Soul chuckled. He would die of laughter if he saw that.