"Morning Soul." Black Star walked into the kitchen in his blue robe and sweat pants. He had a coffee pot fill of Kool-Aid in his left hand. Soul stayed over at Black Stars place because he and Maka had a fight the other night, and he wanted to let he steam off a little. Tsubaki Stayed with her leaving the two best friends at Black Stars place. When soul heard his voice he jumped. He was at the table reading a comic book Black star let him read. He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"Hello Black Star." He sighed and continued reading the comic. Black Star stood behind him staring at the back of his head.

"I made a pot of Kool-Aid." He held up his hand a little more for Soul to see. He turned around to look at Black Star and sighed once more.

"You don't make a pot of kool aid." He said putting down the comic book.

"W-well, I did." Black Star shrugged and smiled stupidly. Soul looked over his shoulder and asked,

"Is it hot?" Black Star had a sly smile on his face now.

"Maybe, maybe not." Soul came to the assumption he was lying.

"Its hot isn't it?" he asked, going back to reading the comic.

"Yep!" replied Black Star throwing the hand he held the pot of hot kool aid in the air, spilling most of it on his hands and the floor, wincing. But he still had that stupid smile in his face. He laughed and still kept his eyes on Soul.

"Hot kool aid?" Soul asked looking over his shoulder again. He sounded like he was about to lose his temper.

"I can put some ice in it if you like." Black Star shrugged and pointed to the fridge with his free hand.

"Uh, no. I'm not thirsty." Soul widened his eyes in exhaustion as he drank a cup of water sitting on the table.

"Soul?"

"I'm not gonna drink it!" Soul half yelled losing his pacients with Black stars morning attitude.

"I made this for you." Black Star whispered, holding up a thin glass full of his kool aid.

"No!" Soul nodded his head and went back to reading the comic.

"Drink it!" Black star yelled at him still standing there like an idiot.

"No!"

"I want you to drink this!" he held out the cup towards Soul.

"I'm not drinkin it!" Soul shrugged and his voice went a little higher than usual.

"Drink this right now or I'll pour it on the floor and I'll blame it on you!" Black Star threatened Soul.

"Oh yeah, real mature." He rolled his eyes looking back again.

"I MADE THIS FOR YOU!" Black Star yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Now why don't you grow up?" Soul suggested sarcastically.

"I DID…. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Black Star continued yelling at the back of Souls head.

"Well, I'm not gonna drink it." He shook his head and half yelled back at Black Star.

"I HATE YOU!" Black Star raised the glass and pot of kool aid in the air.

"That's all I ever hear anymore. Soul try this. Soul try that. Remember that- what was it cinnamon toast and uh… what was it-," Black Star helped him out with his insult.

"Mayonnaise." Black Star said smiling, leaning on the counter.

"Mayonnaise!"

"It was a good idea." Soul dropped his arm from his head and slammed in down on the table.

"You didn't make a single pound." He said looking out the window rolling his eyes.

"I made a pound of cinnamon toast with mayonnaise." Black star said in a funny voice.

"Oh, and don't forget rocky road Tabasco. Right?" he asked looking back down at the comic.

"Yeah." Black Star agreed. Black Star gritted his teeth trying to stay calm.

"What was it? Three hospitalized?" Soul asked trying to remember.

"Yeah, three women… hospitalized." Soul said finally getting the right answer he was looking for. Black Star was really trying his best not to freak out.

"YOU DRINK… THIS RIGHT NOOOOWWW!" he lost it.

"Drink your own hot kool aid." Soul yelled back looking over his shoulder again.

"There's so much left of it. What am I gonna do with the rest of all this hot kool aid?" Black Star held up the glasses again.

"Drink it!" Soul commanded.

"NO!"

"Yes."

"NO!" Black Star argued then flung himself at the table and sloppily sat down in the chair with the cup and pot still in his hands.

"Soul… please… drink…. My … hot… kool aid." Black Star whispered into Souls ear. He slid the glass over to Souls hand.

"… ok." He looked over to Black Star who was looking at him shocked.

"Ok…" he said to himself calming himself down a bit.

"Alright." Soul whispered. He picked up the cup and lifted it towards Black Star and raised his eyebrows then brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. He slowly took the cup away from his lips and took a breath and set the cup down on the table. He picked up the comic again and licked his lips.

"Yea it's pretty good." Soul said casually and went back to reading. Black Star looked down at the cup and made his mouth into a fine line. He looked at Soul confused.

"Yeah. I like that." He said, not taking his eyes off the comic book.

Later that evening, Black star sat down in a lawn chair, with a stand right next to him that said HOT KOOL AID on it. He was still in his robe and the people that drove by looked at him like he was crazy. A man on a bicycle rode by and watched Black Star, taking his eyes off the direction he was steering and crashed into the back of a car.

A/N ok ok this has to go to Julian Smith on youtube! go look it up on youtube now! its so funny i can tottaly see Soul and Black Star having this conversation.