"Hello?"
"Hello, is there a 'Soul Evans' there?"
Maka glanced around the apartment. "He's actally out at the moment. Can I take a message?" Nobody ever called Soul. Why would someone start now?
"Yes, please tell Soul his brother called to invite him home for our Granny's birthday. It's her 70th, and she wants Soul to be there." Maka tried not to let her jaw drop. She knew Soul had a brother, but he never s[oke about his family.
"Hello?" The voice asked in confusion.
"Oh, sorry. I was just suprised, Soul never talks about his family." She admitted.
"Yes, he never was an open book. My name is Wes."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Soul's mei- partner, Maka."
"You're the one who wields his weapon form?" Maka blinked in suprise.
"Yeah, I am."
"Then I'd like to take this chance to extend the invitation to you as well, Maka."
"Thank you, I'll let Soul know you called." She said with a smile.
"I'd appreciate it. Thank you, Maka."
"No problem." Wes gave her the information, which she wrote down on a napkin. Maka clicked the phone off and set it on the counter. Just as she did, the front door slammed open.
"Maka, I'm home!" Soul shouted. Maka turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. He sauntered into the kitchen where his meister stood. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, then froze when he saw the frown on Maka's face.
"What's up?" He asked, biting into the apple.
"Your brother called." Soul tensed.
"What did he want?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but Maka could sense his apprehension.
"Wes just wanted to invite us to Maryland for your grandma's 70th birthday." Soul opened his mouth to speak, but Maka cut him off.
"We're going."
"Maka, I can't-"
"Your grandma asked your brother to call and invite you. So she could spend time with you on her birthday. And you want to just tell her no?" She asked, stepping closer to her weapon. Soul sighed and set the fruit on the counter.
"Please, Soul? I want to meet your family. You know my papa, and if Mama lived here, you would know her too." She looked at Soul with a pout. Maka knew he couldn't say no to her pouts.
"Fine."
"Are you sure we have to do this?" Soul complained, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Soul, we came all the way out here-"
"Do we have to stay with them?"
"They're your family, Soul." He fidgeted, but relaxed when Maka's hand slipped into his own. Soul led them up the driveway to the front door.
"I still can't believe you grew up here." Maka breathed as Soul rang the doorbell.
"Wait until you see the inside." He growled in return. Maka rolled her eyes. Then the door opened.