Maka was currently very content. Curled up on the old, red couch in her apartment, (technically it was Soul's, and he called it 'Their Apartment') the blonde meister's green eyes stared at the TV screen intently. She was nursing her guilty pleasure; watching America's Next Top Model. Soul was out, playing a one-on-one basketball game with BlackStar, Tsubaki was out running errands, Liz was at the spa, and Death The Kid had taken Patty to the zoo, as a late birthday gift. No one was there to make fun of her, and Maka knew that Soul would do just that. She stared expectantly at the screen- it was the season finale!- and let loose a cry full of triumph when they announced the winner.
"Yes!" she cried, leaping to her feet and dancing around happily. "I knew it! I bet on her to win! Blair owes me 10 bucks!" She clapped delightedly, twirling around the room.
She didn'texpect to hear the jangle of keys, and the click! of the doorknob turning. Maka froze mid-twirl, one leg up in the air and her arms flung out to the sides. Oh god no please let it be a burglar or something just not Soul! Please don't be Soul! she prayed. But alas, as Maka turned her head slowly to face whoever was at the door, it wasn't a burglar. Green eyes met red ones, one pair being horrified and the other being extremely surprised and amused. Soul instantly knew what was going on. The white-haired weapon grinned widely, exposing shark-like teeth. The boy shook his head teasingly, and walked towards her.
"Maka, Maka, Maka..." he tutted, waggling his finger teasingly. "Watching 'America's Next Top Model' again? You're such a girly girl. Don't you have anything better to do then sit around watching this crap? I knew you didn't have a life..." Soul was just teasing, of course, but Maka still got infuriated. Her face turned red, and her eyes narrowed angrily. She dropped her odd pose, and grabbed the dictionary on the coffee table with lightning speed. Soul had just enough time to widen his eyes as he realized his mistake.
"Maka...CHOP!" The book slammed down on his head, and he hissed and backed up.
"Alright, alright," Soul stuck his hands up, half-preparing himself for another Maka Chop and half-trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry...Jeez, you had to use a dictionary, didn't you?"
"It was the closest book I had," Maka snorted. How lady-like.
"Well you didn't have to chop me!"
"You were making fun of me!"
"I was just kidding! Why do you watch that trash, anyways?"
"..."
"You're prettier than them, anyways," Soul continued haughtily, and only after he said it did he realize what exactly had come out of his mouth. Maka froze and her whole faced turned dark red, and suddenly looking anywhere except at her weapon. Soul grimaced internally. That was such an uncool way to confess..How to make it cooler? He grinned slyly when an idea came to him. Soul walked slowly up to Maka, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He tilted her chin so that she was forced to look at him.
"I meant what I said, you know," his voice was smooth, and held no trace of fear or nervousness. Maka on the other hand...
"You did?" she squeaked, her voice dripping with surprise-and was that...hope?
"But of course..." he chuckled, moving his mouth closer to hers. Maka's eyes closed in anticipation, and she moved closer as well, until...
Soul whirled around suddenly and plopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote and switching the channel to some action flick. Maka was still leaning forward, and opened her eyes to find that Soul wasn't where he was supposed to be! In her surprise, she fell forward and onto her face. The red-eyed boy chuckled but did not remove his gaze from the TV screen. I am possibly the coolest guy on Earth. That was his thought as Maka chopped him again, to the background sounds of explosions coming from the television.