"Right! Right!"
A black korosaki shot past the light and made a beeline for the city border.
"Fuck Black Star!" the blonde riding on the back of the bike screamed and pinched the driver's sides, "I cannot miss another class! Stein will hunt me down and eat me!"
Laughter was heard over the roar of the engine.
"God Maka. Lighten up. You haven't ditched that many classes." The blue headed driver yelled back at Maka.
"That many? THAT MANY? You have got to be fucking kidding me! There have only been three classes so far and I haven't been to a single one of them!" Maka wailed.
"Water under the bridge my dear Maka." Black Star screamed and then pushed down on the gas, revving the engine.
"AH!" Maka screeched and clung to the idiot in front of her, "I SWEAR YOU ARE THE WORST BEST FRIEND EVER!"
"LOVE YOU TOO!" he yelled back.
Maka Alburn, a normal second year music major in college. Her only friend right now was Black Star, but that was only because she had sort of picked the wrong person to become best friends with. You see, Black Star wasn't exactly loved by everyone on campus. Well except the female population. Who were weirdly obsessed.
This also resulted in Maka having an even harder time finding girl acquaintances who didn't want to A. use her to get to Black Star or B. rip her throat out with a spork.
Drama. Pure multi-colored drama, that was all that life offered Maka. And it was a huge bitch.
The two adults swiftly crossed the border to their city and just as quickly were out in the open, cows and barbed wire fences. The whole scene. The country.
Maka's complaints stopped soon after seeing the dirt road a few yards ahead. There was a little patch of nowhere that she and black star had come across while "exploring." Actually it was more like trying to ditch the not so secret, secret stalkers tailing them. Black Star fans no doubt.
The two had ended up parking the bike and jumping the fence, the car pulling up behind the bike almost too soon. The two companions sprinted and ducked behind a big herd of cows. Stupid, yes. But effective none the least. After about ten minutes one of the fan girls made the assumption that they had ditched the VERY expensive custom made bike and ran up the road. Dumbass.
Maka decided once they had left that it would be a good idea to keep moving away from the bike. But Black Star couldn't leave his bike out in the open so he hopped the fence again then came back over after cutting the barbed wire with his pocket knife, to Maka's dismay, and wheeling it behind an alcove of trees.
Maka and Black Star walked for about an hour and were about to go back when they heard the sound of rushing water.
They followed the noise until they came upon a small brook, across from it a small field, covered in wild flowers and clover. The two ended up staying past dark talking. The fireflies came out before they left. They swore on the first one that this was now their hideout. Secret fort. Castle even. But by the time Black Star had said the last one, Maka was pretty sure he just wanted to hear himself talk longer.
And she was happy.
Happy to have gotten out of the city.
Happy she skipped again.
And happy she had Black Star as a friend.
She felt like the world was going right.
Welcome to Maka Alburn's life before she was almost struck by lightning and then stalked by an inhumanly sexy demon prince.
Shall we proceed?
