Soul Eater - SoMa Week 2014 Fanfiction 01 - A DOOR AWAY
Damn, that feeling again… After all these years, all we went through, I guess I knew it was bound to happen. After all, she is the coolest meister in the world. And now at 18 years old, I thought of her as something much cooler.
And I can't even tell her that.
I mean, I can, but… not in the way I truly want to.
I went out to do the groceries. It was my turn. And since I had a motorcycle, it was way easier. Actually, it was her turn. But honestly, I've been quite restless around her, and the more time I was around her, the more I was uneasy. Back then, she was cute and all, and now… just… beautiful! And I mean, angelically beautiful, like a goddess. Damn, did I just say that…?
"Sir, are you all right?" The cashier named Jubilee said.
"Oh, sorry…" I zoned out in the middle of the grocery market. So uncool. "How much again?"
"14 dollars and 23 cents, please." She smiled to me. But smiled in a way that said that she wanted to give me her number. So sick of these girls around me.
"Keep the change." I gave 15 dollars. "Thank you."
"Hey, you're Soul Eater, right?" She asked. Here we go again. "Listen, I know it's random, but… I was wondering if we could hang out sometimes. Just get to know each other, you know. At my place, tonight, if you want."
Yeah, at her place, suuure… Why not wear a shirt that say, "Fuck me right now" while you're at it?
"Not interested," I replied boringly.
"But why?" She dared asked. I mean, really? "I mean, I know that you're single and I'm pretty sure you and that girl Maka aren't dating, right? Besides, she's not your type anyway—"
I dropped the bags and went straight to her face. "She's not my type? Oh, then enlighten me then! Apparently you know more about me than my own self. What is my type? Girls who'd open legs on the first night like you? You're not the first groupie to try this tactic on me and that's why I don't give a damn about YOUR type because you're willing to land a guy in bed just because of his looks. Don't ask yourself why you can't keep a boyfriend after that."
As I exited the place, I think she was so stunned that she nearly went crying. Just sick of these girls, damn it. There's only one in my mind right now. And that's the one I need.
"I'm home." I entered our house. Yeah, we moved from our apartment. Weird that friends move in together in a house.
Friends… Damn… I just hope I'm not only that to her. I didn't need to worry about this.
"Hey Soul." Maka was on the couch, reading a book. Figures.
What made me paralyzed was how she was dressed: jeans shorts and a white sleeveless button shirt. Her legs were just… damn! So hot! And I must say, she gained more chest over the few years. I mean, not as Blair, just perfect for her. But it's her legs and her ass that got me hypnotized. I wish my hands could slide along them, along her whole body.
Such beauty…
"Soul!" She shouted. I snapped back from my fantasies. "I've been calling you for the 5th time!"
"Oh, sorry…" I said. "I'm just going to rest before dinner."
"But…" I didn't let Maka finished as I ran to my room upstairs. She's just driving me crazy. In a good way, thankfully.
I laid down on my bed. My room was pretty much as it was back in our apartment. I put some jazz music in my headphones and let my DeathPad play something random. Despite the elegant and rich music pouring through my ears, I just couldn't get her out of my mind.
Dinner was delicious: lasagna. Maka was an amazing cook. But the atmosphere was silent as death. She tried to engage a conversation with me, but I just brushed it off.
"Hey," She changed place to sit next to me. "What's wrong?" She had that I'm-worry-about-you voice.
I was done with my plate. I looked at her with my signature grin. "Oh, don't about about me, Maka. I'm okay."
"But Soul, you've been really absent-minded these past few weeks. And you've been distant as well. Something's wrong with—"
Then I did the unexpected. I rose from my seat and kissed her on the side of her head. You know that kiss you give to someone who's your girl already? THAT kiss.
I put the dirty plates in the dishwasher, but in my mind I was like, "WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO?" And worse, I could feel Maka's stare drilling through my back turned to her. Soooo not cool!
The rest of the evening wasn't even better. We sat on the couch and watch a movie, but we were just silent through it. Not even an eye crossed the other's.
Our bedrooms were facing each other. I was already in PJs and was about to sleep, then I heard a soft knock.
"Soul? Can I come in?" Maka asked.
"Sure." What does she want?
"Hum…" She hummed. "I just wanted to know that if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm always a door away, okay?"
I smiled. She looked sexy in her boxer shorts and tank top.
"I mean, we're friends, right?" On that note, my heart was stabbed. Friends…
I pressed my lips together into a straight line and nodded. "Sure."
"I mean, if it's bugging you, we could…"
"Goodnight, Maka." I said flatly. My voice was a bit louder.
Disappointment is quite a kill-joy, especially from that special girl you'd kill for. I kind of felt she wanted to ask something else, but she turned around and closed the door.
Friends… Damn it. I didn't think it would hurt this much. I don't blame her though. With the history of her womanizing father, I'm not surprised she doesn't trust men at all, even me. I just thought that maybe I was different. The thing is, I was different, I knew it. Yet I couldn't force her to love me just because I do. It would be uncool.
Great, I coudn't sleep now.
1h30 a.m., in front of the TV, and I've been friendzoned. Quite a way to start a weekend. Nah, who am I kidding? I'll always be there for her, even if she ends up with another guy. That's what love is all about, right. It hurts, but that's how it is.
I sighed and sighed louder when seeing a couple reunited in love from a movie. I changed the channel, another love movie. Changed it again, a sex scene this time. A flash image of me and Maka having sex erupted in my mind: instant nosebleed! Good thing she can't read minds, because she'd Maka-chop me on a minute-basis.
"Can't sleep?" Maka's voice came from behind me.
"Nah…" I said flatly. "You?"
"Just thirsty…"
"Okay."
The tension was definitely below zero. I've been a bit of a jerk. I wanted to tell her how I feel, but was it worth it? Actually, it would be. I mean, what do I have to lose? She'd Maka-chop me, I wouldn't care less. If she didn't love me, I might as well tell her how I've always felt, right?
She went to the fridge and opened it. From behind her I gently closed it. She turned around and saw me with a clueless face. Her hair was longer now and all down. Her eyes always made me wanting her more.
"Soul?" She said. "What's wrong?"
"This…" I said.
My hands touched her cheeks softly and I landed a kiss on her pink lips. I could feel shock and surprise from her reaction. But not rejection.
I pulled away. Her eyes were stunned. And I let it all out. "I'm crazy about you, Maka. I can't think straight, I go crazy when you're around and all. And… I can't stop thinking about you for one second. And I realize that after all we went through with Ashura, the kishin, Nora and all of this, I thought to myself that the only girl I need in my life is you, you know? And I thought that you'd see me differently than your father because I'm not like him. Cool guys don't cheat on their girlfriends. But when you said earlier that we were friends, I…" I stopped.
I must have had the saddest expression in life. Cool guys don't always get the girl, right?
"As long as you're happy, I'll be happy, okay?" I said. "Goodnight." I turned around but her hand held mine.
"Wait…" She said. She looked at me with adorable eyes that searched for certainty. She looked at her naked feet, then met my eyes again. "I always thought that…"
"That what?" A certain hope was burning lively in my heart. I squeezed lightly her hand.
"That… That I wasn't your type." She blushed, smiling at me. It was as if she always wanted to hear me say the words I just said.
I started grinning. "Cool guys tease the girl they love." She shared a short laughter together. "So…"
She nodded. She approached me and kissed me. I replied passionately. I lifted her grabbing firmly that ass of hers. Oh, God! Did I want to grab it or what! I led us to her room.
I laid her down on her bed, I climbed on top of her. She took off my shirt slowly and her hands cherished my upper body deliciously. On my end, mine tasted her long legs. Such ecstasy.
"I always wanted that…" She whispered to my ear.
"Wanted what?" I asked.
"Us like that… You touching me like that."
I smiled like a kid. "There will be much more of that from now on… my girlfriend."
She giggled to the sound of that. "Oh, my boyfriend." She said.
We resume making out for at least an hour before sleeping. We didn't go "all the way." We wanted to take our time. But needless to say, I finally had the coolest girl in life next to me in my heart. I was hers and she was mine. Hopefully, for as long as I live.
I mean, I'm not going to find another girl as cool as her, right?
To be continued…