It was the last party of summer anybody, especially Black Star, would be throwing before school started again on August 25th. This story begins late at night on August 22nd.
"Hey Maka, are you okay?" Tsubaki asked, placing a hand on Maka's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm goooood. . ." Maka giggled. Tsubaki could tell she was drunk, no wasted.
"How much of that did you drink?" Tsubaki asked, pointing to Maka's red solo cup with red punch in it.
Maka giggled again, then lifted her arm and pinched her fingers together. "Just a little. . ." Maka giggled once more. "Besides, it's not like it's gonna hurt me. . .It's just Punch," Maka said in a dumbfounded way.
"That punch that you probably had gallons of had alcohol in it," Tsubaki whispered, she knew people would eavesdrop over something about Maka for information, and then make her feel humiliated the next day because of it.
"Oh. . .Really?" Maka giggled again.
"I'm going to get my car and drive you to your apartment, so just stay here or come with me."
Maka's smile was innocent most of the time, but when she was drunk it was like she was a two year old asking for candy or ice cream. "I'll wait here," Maka giggled again, "Tsubaki." To Tsubaki it sounded like Maka was making fun of her name, but she couldn't blame her, it was the first time Maka had ever drank so much alcohol. So, Tsubaki turned her back on Maka and headed for the door to get her car.
Maka was left alone in the corner by the old, dusty record player. She sighed, even though she was hyped up on alcohol, she still felt this sadness deep inside her, maybe it was because Tsubaki left her alone for mere minutes, or maybe because she wanted to patch things up with her papa. But, very deep inside herself, Maka knew why she was so sad, not just because she was alone, or because she had a bad relationship with her dad, but because she yearned for love, she loved someone that she was basically forbidden to love, Soul, her weapon. She knew that she wasn't his type anyway and it would be pointless to try to talk to him about her feelings, he would probably just sigh, or say it was uncool. Maka set her cup down on the remaining part of the table that the record player was sitting on and sat back on the windowsill near her. She sighed again, leaning up against the window, peering outside at the glistening stars in the night sky. Its getting late, I think it's probably best if I do just go home with Tsubaki, I hope Soul gets home okay, she thought to herself, but immediately shook the thought of Soul away and continued to stare at the stars.
Soul stood across the room, continuously staring at Maka in her long, turquoise slip dress, admiring how beautiful she looked. The top of her dress was cut down to show cleavage, even though Maka didn't have much.
"Hey, Soul, what's up?" Kid asked slapping Soul on the back.
Before Soul answered he examined the people that surrounded him, including his friends. They were all drunk, some a little less than others, and others completely hammered. His attention finally fell back onto Kid, who was awaiting an answer.
"Hello, Soul, back to Earth, Soul." Kid waved his hand frantically in front of Soul's unwavering face.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess I just can't keep my focus." Soul rubbed the nape of his neck.
"Can't stop staring at Maka," Kid said with a smirk.
Soul quickly turned to face Kid. "What!? I was not!" Kid's smirk was cutting through Soul's red eyes, he could feel the mockery. "So, what if I was?"
Kid shrugged. "You're soft on her," Kid teased. Soul stayed silent as he continued to listen to Kid's babbling. "You, love her," Kid whispered into Soul's ear, which made him chuckle.
"I don't even know what love is, and neither do you," Soul pointed out. Soul looked back over at Maka, who was still sitting on the windowsill, looking up at the gleaming stars.
Kid's joking suddenly came to a stop. "Go tell her how you feel."
Soul sighed, "I don't know how I feel."
Kid smiled and patted Soul's shoulder, "I think you do."
Soul's face lit up with a smile, now this was no ordinary Soul smile, this smile was genuine, it was the smile of happiness. "Yeah, maybe."
Soul started walking towards Maka when Kid shouted to him, "Hey! Don't I get a 'Thank you'?"
Soul kept walking toward Maka and shouted, "Thanks!"
"That's better!" Neither of them had to worry much about anyone overhearing their conversation because by morning everyone there would probably forget about the party anyway.
"Oh, and another thing, Kid!" Soul's lips curled into a devilish smile. "Your shirt, it has two different designs on both sides!" Then, Soul laughed unconditionally.
"GAH!" Kid sunk to the floor and spread out his body, his rear in the air. Soul chuckled.
Soul finally made his way over to Maka. "Hey Maka."
Maka jumped. "Oh, Soul, it's just you. Hi," Maka said in her weirdly high drunk voice.
"Were you expecting someone else?" Maka's eyes left the brightness of the stars and settled on Soul's red eyes.
"Tsubaki." Maka's voice dropped.
"Really?"
"Yeah, she's taking me back to the apartment," Maka stopped to giggle. "She doesn't want me to get hurt, or something like that," Maka said, waving off the thought. She giggled as a surge of energy shot to her brain, it tingled. Soul laughed with her for a bit.
"You know, the party's dieing down, and we live in the same apartment, I could drive you home if you want."
"Are you sure?" She asked and then giggled again.
"No, problem." Come on Soul, now your acting like a dumb-ass, he thought.
"Tsubaki!"
"Did I hear my name?" Tsubaki asked with a smile.
"Yeah, since me and Maka live together I could just take her home."
"You sure?" Tsubaki asked.
"Yeah, you were enjoying yourself here anyway, I want to go home get some sleep," Soul explained, but really he just wanted to spend some alone time with Maka.
"Maka do you care if I stay?" Tsubaki asked, rubbing Maka's arm.
Maka looked at Tsubaki, then at Soul.
"I don't care." Maka sounded like some guru you might see trying to get you to do yoga or something.
"Great!" Tsubaki shouted and then joined the party again. Soul grabbed Maka's arm and dragged her to the door.
"Slow down! It's midnight!" Maka shouted to Soul as she was dragged through the crowd of people.
"I want you to see the stars on my bike while we drive home, they're absolutely beautiful; you'll like them." Maka smiled at them, even though his head was turned she could tell that he was smiling too.
Soul and Maka finally made their way to Soul's motorcycle. "Wow! The stars are glittery," Maka said, then giggled again.
"You look very. . .Beautiful in starlight," Soul said. Now that was just dumb, 'beautiful in the starlight' how gay am I?
Maka's gaze shifted down onto Soul. "Thanks." A huge smile crossed Maka's face.
"You're definitely a happy drunk."
They smiled at each other, but inside they both felt like they were dying, they so badly wanted to tell each other how they felt. If only they knew how crazy they were about one another.
"Why don't we get going?" Soul asked. Maka smiled and nodded. "You should probably sit in front," Soul suggested.
"Okey dokey."
Maka walked closer to Soul's motorcycle and swung her leg over the side, so she was sitting peacefully in the front. Soul cautiously swung his leg over the side, careful not to hit Maka. Soul revved the motorcycle's engine, making Maka smile. Soul finally drove off and headed for home. Maka gazed up at the gleaming stars once more, they were so beautiful, each one had its own glow. Soul took one glance off the road to see Maka's face, it seemed to be glowing as well. His sight returned to the road.
"You're very beautiful Maka." There was no hesitation in his voice anymore. Maka turned her head, so her face was facing Soul's.
"Thanks. . .I guess." Maka laughed. Maka turned her head back to the stars.
Maka and Soul plopped down on the couch. "Where's the kitty cat?" Maka asked.
"Probably out roaming the streets." Soul laughed. Maka stayed silent. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Apparently Maka didn't drink enough of the punch for it to last the night. Because it was wearing off, and she could feel her sense coming back.
"Really? You're using that line?"
"What line?"
"When people say, "nothing's wrong," Soul used his fingers to make air quotes, "it usually means something is. So, what's up?"
Maka turned her eyes to Soul, who was sitting beside her. "Have you ever fallen for," Maka hesitated, "someone and just couldn't tell them you liked them?"
I wonder who she's talking about, Soul thought. "Yeah, I guess." I wish I could tell her how I feel, he thought. "So, why is this bothering you?"
". . .Do you think that I should tell this person, how I feel?"
"This person? It is a dude, right? I mean your not. . .Gay, are you?" Soul tried hard to hold back his laughter.
Maka grabbed the nearest book and slammed it down into Soul's head. "Of course it's a guy!"
"Okay, but you didn't have to Maka chop me," Soul sobbed.
Soul rubbed his head, it was red and sore.
"Sorry, its instinct."
"Huh? You never say sorry after you Maka chop someone. This guy must be the real deal for you, huh?" Maka's lips curled into a tiny smile. "I guess, Maka, if you really like this guy. . .You should probably tell him how you feel, even if he doesn't feel the same way." Maka's smile got bigger.
Soul smiled, happy to know that he helped his partner.
"Well," Soul stood up from the couch and stretched, "I think I'm gonna go to bed."
Maka looked up at Soul, "Alright, goodnight."
"Night." Soul put his hands in his pockets and walked off to his room.
I want to tell him, but I don't know how. When should I tell him? Maka thought. She clenched her fists, "I can't wait, I need to tell him tonight."
It was 3:00am when Maka finally got the courage to go knock on Soul's bedroom door.
Maka's pajamas consisted of blue silk shorts, a blue t-shirt that was one size too small for her, and a pair of blue, fluffy slippers. Soul had never seen Maka in her pajamas though, he was usually passed out in bed before she changed.
Maka knocked again. "Soul, are you awake?" Maybe he's already asleep, I'll just tell him in the morning then. Maka began to walk back to her room when Soul's bedroom door opened with a creak.
"What's up?" Soul let out a fake yawn, hoping Maka would buy that he was tired.
"Oh, you're awake, I was going to wait until you woke up to tell you, but if your up-"
"Tell me what?"
Maka looked to the floor, but shifted back to Soul's red eyes. "Soul I. . .You've been my weapon for a long time now, and after so many years I feel like we've connected, not just in the meister weapon way, something more. And I feel I have to tell you how I feel."
"Maka?"
"You said that I should tell the guy that I like that I like him, right? Well, here it goes, I have feelings for you, more than friends kind of feelings. I don't know how you feel about me, but it's okay if you don't like me, or even hate me. I had to tell you," Maka hesitated, "so, goodnight, Soul."
Soul quickly grabbed Maka's arm and pulled her closer to him. "Soul?" Soul wrapped his arms around Maka's waist. "Soul, what're you-" Maka was interrupted by her lips locking with Soul's. Maka broke the kiss, "What. . .What?" She couldn't say anything else.
Soul shook his head. Soul clutched the nape of Maka's neck and pulled her lips closer to his. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that," Soul said between kisses.
"Soul. . ." Maka moaned. Soul held Maka tight and rotated her, so that she was in his room. Soul continued kissing Maka as he kicked the door shut.