It's a sunny morning, with the sun just rising over the horizon, and Soul has unexpectedly woken up pretty early. Maka is still sleeping in her cot right next to Soul's, which is a surprise. Usually she's up before him. Yawning quietly as to not disturb Maka, Soul rolls over and onto Maka's cot, now facing Maka's straight brown hair. Slowly slipping his hand under her waist and the other over her slender curves, Soul pulls her close, smelling her strong scent of cherry blossoms.
"Mmm? What are you doing Soul?" asks Maka, smiling, her eyes still closed.
"Nothing," replies Soul as he snuggles his face deeper into Maka's hair.
"That tickles," says Maka, squirming, Soul's nose tickling her neck. She wiggles around so she faces Soul, Soul loosening his grip so she can do so. Now nose to nose, Soul smirks.
"You sleep a long time,"
"You're the one who never gets up," says Maka in a teasing voice, smiling.
"It depends if you're here," whispers Soul, as he again tightens his grip on Maka, more aggressively then before, and kis-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"HUH?" Soul yells, jolting awake. He looks around the small, white walled room as sunshine starts pouring in from the blinds, making the gray carpet seem white.
"Wake up Soul! We have our first day of high school today!" exclaims Maka, excitedly looking at him. Naturally. Maka was always the one waking him up. Wearing her usual outfit, a plain short-sleeved white shirt under a light yellow vest with a red and black checkered skirt with a green and white striped tie and her black shoes, Maka was already fully dressed for school. Letting go of the cream-colored open blinds, Maka skips out of the room. "Wake uuuuuuuup! It's the first day of schooooooool!" she sings down the hallway.
"Urgh," growls Soul, flipping his body around and stuffing his face into his pillow. He didn't even hear what Maka said. He was thinking about the dream.
That's the third dream this week, thinks Soul. Ever since last week, Soul had mysteriously had weird dreams about him and Maka in a "relationship". He seemed to only have them every other day, but even that was too many for him. The dream he just had wasn't the only pretty intense one. Each of them had one of those kissing moments, Soul always making the move. By the dreams, Soul knew that him in Maka were in a pretty far relationship. He seemed pretty into her too, though he could never imagine that in real life. He never really thought of Maka as a person he would love and care for, but these dreams made him question himself. He was always the kind of guy who was waiting for that special girl that he could really connect with, but that girl had never come for him. So he is still a guy with no girlfriend, and is living with a flat-chested girl named Maka, now invading his dreams, who basically took care of him.
I'm such a loser, thinks Soul as he rolls over onto his back and puts his arms up over his head. Wearing a baggy orange tank top he's had for ages and some blue flannel jammie pants, (yes, he still wears pajama pants) he doesn't really want to get up. Whatever Maka was so excited about must be important though, thinks Soul smirking. She never sings.
"Soul, did you even hear me?! ITS THE FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL, and you're not skipping school again like last year so GET UP!" yells Maka from the kitchen, where she is cleaning the dishes. She was getting pretty pissed off even if it was the first day of school. Soul had a trend of skipping school...every year. He NEVER wanted to get up!
"HIGH SCHOOL?!" gasps Soul, quickly sitting up. That woke him up. He'd been waiting for this day since the end of eighth grade. Tsubaki and Black Star had been going out since Black Star asked her, which was a week after summer break started, and if he didn't get a girlfriend soon, Black Star would start to make fun of him. Last year, Black Star told him he liked Tsubaki randomly during gym...
Playing basketball is Soul's and Black Star's specialty. They were serious about this, going against each other, both team captains, their teams relied on them. Soul's team is up by one point, and gym, ending in forty-five seconds, seemed short that day. Kilik, on Black Star's team, has the ball and chucks it at Black Star, on the left side of Kilik, at half court. Running with the ball and dodging both of Soul's teammates by faking them out, Black Star has a straight shot at the basket... not counting Soul standing right in front of him, ready to steal the ball.
"Hey, Soul!" yells Black Star, staring at Soul straight in the eye, while keeping the ball from the other opponents by playing the ball between his legs over and over again.
"What?" smiles Soul, matching Black Star's stare. Black Star starts sprinting straight at Soul, about six feet away. Smirking, Soul knows he can easily steal the ball. About two feet away, Black Star smirks, knowing how to win this game.
"I like Tsubaki!" he yells straight at Soul, spinning around him and dunking the ball into the net as Soul takes his eye off the ball and yells "WHAAAAATT?!"
"Yep," proclaims Black Star, letting go of the rim and walking over to Soul while Soul's teammates gawk at him, and Black Star's teammates cheer about winning the game, and the confession.
"And I'm gonna catch her," grins Black Star.
"That doesn't matter right now though."
"Why?" asks Soul, crossing his arms.
"WE WON! HAHA! I'M A GOD! YAAAAAAHOOOOOO!" yells Black Star as all of his teammates run up to him, cheering and slapping his back.
Soul smiles at the memory. He was, and still is, happy for Black Star. Tsubaki was actually his type. Quiet and shy, but would take charge if she had to. As for himself, they were entering high school, so new girls from other schools would be entering. Then maybe he could finally find "her."
"Yes, I'm already dressed so come out to the table when your ready," yells Maka, turning on the burner on their small oven and taking pans out from the wooden cupboards on top, while grinning a little. That woke him up.
TEN MINUTES LATER
"You're mine for the takin', so back off ladies," sings Maka as she flips the large pancakes for Soul's breakfast (She always eats before him because she wakes up so early). She doesn't make pancakes very often, but they were out of microwave chocolate pancakes (She ate the last pack), so she decided to try making them on her own. The batter wasn't very hard, but somehow it ended up orange.
That's normal, Maka reassures herself as she flips another pancake. She starts singing again, even though it's embarrassing. She doesn't like singing in front of people, even though Tsubaki says she sounds good. Today though, she didn't care if someone heard her or not. Today would be the first day since she had seen Tsubaki. They usually hung out during the summer. Sometimes with the guys, and sometimes by themselves.
"But since Black Star's her boyfriend now, she doesn't have time to do anything with me," retorts Maka mockingly to herself. That wasn't the real reason, they spent some time together, but not as much as the other years. It wasn't Tsubaki's fault anyways. She had to visit her family every year, about a month after school ended, with Black Star. They never came back until about two weeks before summer break ended. She never really accepted their relationship anyways because, well, because. She couldn't complain though because she had never had a boyfriend herself, but she didn't really get romance.
All you do is... well, I don't really know. I should go to Kawaii Neko tomorrow, maybe it would help, thinks Maka, slipping the now burnt orange pancake, looking like the African savanna, onto a plate.
"SOUL! BREAKFAST IS READY!" she yells, turning off the burner. Hmmmm, Soul... thought Maka. She often wonders, now that Tsubaki and Black Star are together, what her and Soul's relationship is. Like Soul and Maka, Tsubaki and Black Star live together. Well, were just friends, thinks Maka as Soul walks into the kitchen.
"Is it burnt again?" asks Soul, wearing the black jacket Maka bought him last Christmas and a pair of plain blue jeans. His hair slicked into soft points, like it always was.
"Yeah. Just eat it. The pancakes won't last much longer in this state," sighs Maka, staring down at the now crumbling pancakes on the small, wooden circle table, but then averting her eyes up at Soul with a small smile on her lips.
"Nah, I'll just take the toast," says Soul, slightly grinning as he slowly picks up the perfectly burned toast, wondering why he is feeling slightly embarrased. It's nothing...it's nothing thinks Soul, finishing off the toast and washing his hands. He usually washed his hands at home, not at school because it looked weird for his type, but it was a habit of his.
"Let's go, Maka!" yells Soul, putting down the fluffy orange dish towel and walking out the front door, and shutting it, its color a deep, dark, black coffee.
"Hmph. He's so stubborn," Maka mumbles, picking up the full plates of pancakes and storing them in the fridge. "Hehe. Maybe Blair will try them," she smirks, her evil coming out in black waves around her. Blair was their neighbor, usually coming over for no reason and staying over. Always wearing a low cut purple shirt and black tight tights, she was obviously looking for a man. Soul usually didn't mind, her curves were mesmerizing, but Maka was always angry and disturbed when she came over. She didn't like how she always got up close to Soul and invaded his bubble.
"Well, I hope she eats them," says Maka grabbing her keys and skipping out the door, smiling.