AU.
Damn. I turned this intended one-shot into a series. Oh well! :D
Please excuse possible bad spelling or grammar mistakes.
A song inspired me to make a story about the raw truth of unrequited love: it's undeniably painful…
Quote: Love and relationships are never like the movies no matter how much we want them to be. But when something beautiful ends, for whatever reason, it's most important not to be disappointed that it's over, but glad that it happened at all. (AJ Rafael)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER AND I DO NOT OWN THE SONG: WHEN WE SAY by AJ Rafael
Death the Kid, clad in a loosely, white button-up shirt and a pair of black shorts, leaned on the wall behind him, getting irritated by the second. It was one thing that his two female friends forced him to leave his comfortable bed (at seven in the morning for crying out loud!) to go to the small shopping district but to have him go through the agony of seeing people of all ages fighting over a pair of revealing short shorts was just too much. Why the hell would a middle-aged woman want those?
He hated how there wasn't any ventilation inside the store so it was hotter inside than the outside temperature that could cook an egg on the side walk.
He finally met something more annoying than the sound grenade app on Patty's iPod: the word like.
"Okay she was like saying shit bout me…"
"Dude that's bull like she…"
Oh lordy. And one thing he couldn't stand even more was the scattered, reckless arrangement of the merchandise. It was as if the employees wanted some chaos into this already messed-up clothing store. There were piles of random articles on one table and yet the other one was perfectly stacked and organized. Idiots. The only thing that was holding him back from arranging everything was the police. He didn't want to spend another night in a hell he called the asymmetrical cell.
Suddenly Liz nudged him with her elbow. "Come on Kid, why so glum?"
He raised his eyebrow and said, "Oh, I'm not feeling down at all. I don't mind that you forced me against my will to come here and I don't mind that I'm getting some weird stares from girls AND guys!" He was just oozing out the sarcasm.
Apparently the tall girl didn't noticed or gives a shit. "Oh, that's the spirit! We're finally on a good field trip- to the beach out of all places! And this event doesn't happen all the time so-"
"Hey bitch, I got this first dammit!" Sounds like Patty…
"Well, this won't do much for those disgusting things you call boobs." Sounds like another victim…
Bam! A punch landed square on the brunette's face coming from the crazy blonde with a pair of eyes wanting some blood.
Liz suddenly said, "You know what, since you're not feeling up to this Kid we could-" She looked to her right and Kid wasn't there.
"Bye guys!~" Sounds like Kid already left…
…..
Kid smiled as he was walking through the aisles filled with books, taking a sip of his cold drink and browsing through the variety of literature. The spacious building was quiet, non-crowded, and most importantly, all the merchandise was organized the way he liked. Sure it wasn't symmetrical but this was much better than the nightmare he was dragged into just half an hour ago.
His classmates had asked him so many times as to why he signed up for the trip if he didn't want to have fun? Well, his form of entertainment was far from shopping, after all he already had enough clothes at home to keep himself content and he wasn't looking for those cliché summer romances. All he wanted from this trip was to relax and take in the beauty of the sand beaches and the ocean waves that simultaneously crash down in perfect unison.
Was this too much to ask?
Apparently in Kid's case it was. But for now, he was going to make use of this little chance of freedom. As he was browsing through each title, trying to find a book that didn't involve werewolves or vampires, he noticed a girl carrying a mountain of books with her small hands. And yet, she carried those thick, hard cover books like it was nothing.
Damn straight it was Maka.
Like the gentleman he was raised to be, he went over and took seventy-five percent of the books she was carrying. Maka said with annoyance, "Hey what are you do- Oh hey Kid! Thanks for the help, but you know I can carry these books easily."
"Maybe, but sooner or later you'll hurt somebody if you accidently bump into them or something."
The pig-tailed girl sighed. "GEE, have some faith in me boy."
Kid laughed and then took a look at the titles as they were walking towards the cash register. "The Notebook… Lolita… Just wondering Maka but how will you manage to pay for these?"
With an evil grin plastered over her face she said, "Papa gave me some spending money before we left."
"Jesus Maka, you're going to suck his bank account dry" Kid put one of his hands up in a "Please don't maka-chop me" gesture.
"Hmph, and I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out after this", she said with a smirk.
"Wait, I thought you were going to spend this trip with Soul?" Your boyfriend…
Maka said with down-cast eyes, "Well, I thought so too until he decided he'd rather hang out with the boys than me for today." It was obvious she was hurt and angry; mostly angry.
Well ain't he piece of work. Then again most guys would too if they were to be forced into a crazy shopping spree similar to the one I was forced into. "Hmm… Well if you're not going to ask me then I will."
"What?" Maka asked as they set the books on the counter. "You don't have to, really."
Kid gave her a soft look before saying, "I want to, okay?"
Maka gave the pony-tailed cashier a couple of hundred dollar bills before turning to face Kid with a sweet smile.
"Thanks."
"Just no mind-numbing clothing stores, okay?"
Kid chuckled when she playfully slapped his shoulder.
The cashier smiled with the usual saying, "Thank you and come again!"
After the duo left, the cashier's coworker working the next register snapped her bubblegum, mumbling, "Classic case of the oblivious chick with a sad-of-an-excuse boyfriend and a sweet puppy chasin' after her like a blind idiot."
The cashier had an empathetic smile on. "Gosh, ease dropping on the customers again, are we? Well, sad to say, you've got a point there. That boy is going to get crushed like an ant in the shopping district. But I must point out that kid with the white stripes- he looks more like a cat than a dog."
"Creeper… You right."
…..
Walking towards the hotel, Maka casually asked, "Do you mind if we drop of these books at my suite?"
Kid answered with a joyful tone of sarcasm, "Oh why should we? It's not like we're getting weird stares for carrying a tower of books effortlessly. By the way, how will you manage to bring all these books back home? "
"Oh har har har, look, a hundred small paper-back books can fit into my suit case. I didn't over pack for this three-day trip you know."
Kid rolled his eyes as Maka got her suite key from the front desk. More like five hundred.
Few minutes later…
When they finally got in her room Kid asked, "Okay, now where is the huge-ass suitcase you plan to stuff with these books?"
Maka-chop!
"Sorry, OWW… but seriously, it's hard to balance these things for so long."
Maka towered over her suitcase, making sure her underwear and bras weren't in viewing sight for Kid. "Hold on, hold on, Okay you can pass me the books-"
"Woah, shit!" Unfortunately for Maka and Kid, mostly Kid, Maka's roommates (aka Patty, Liz, and Tsubaki) left their hair and beauty supplies around, and oh-so coincidently a can of hair spray was right in front of Kid's way as he walked towards Maka.
The pig-tailed girl closed her eyes, bracing for the pain of hundreds of flailing books and a teenage boy's body. The sound of the books knocking everything you can imagine from the lamp to Tsubaki's collection of Bleach manga would've been pretty funny if not a glass vase was knocked in the progress.
The glass shattered onto pieces, shards shooting out in random directions.
To Maka's surprise however, she didn't felt any pain. Except for the warmth surrounding her…
Opening her eyes, she realized she was on her back and she could only see a dark fabric. Her eyes widened when it finally struck to her that kid made sure to soften her landing as well as taking cover for her…
Kid raised his body so that he wasn't suffocating her too much. "Are you alright?"
Bu-bump
"Ye-yeah." Though Kid didn't realize it, his eyes were so soft, smoldering, intense, all the screwed up, mushy vocabulary Maka could only find in romance novels.
. . .
Then it struck to them both in the position they were in. Maka- Lying on her back. Kid- his hands were entangled with Maka's light brown hair and his legs were entangled with hers. Both of their eyes glistened for the sunshine pouring in from the window, intensifying the colors of gold and green.
Both of their faces reddened and Kid was the first to react, getting up and lending Maka a hand. "Be careful, the glass…"
"Yeah…"
Knock! Knock!
Maka walked towards the door, opening up to her three roommates sweaty faces filled with adrenaline.
"Hey huneh, we are hoooome~!" Patty bellowed.
Then the three stood outside of the door in silence, taking in the view in front of them. It was a complete mess, no surprise to them. Pieces of glass were scattered- Easy to clean. Maka and Kid in the same room, alone, adorning messy appearances. What the hell-
"-just happened?" Liz asked in confusion, but with a triumphant smirk towards the other male in the room.
…
To those who have read So In Love With Two: Thank you so much for following the uncompleted series. It means so much to me, you can't imagine haha. Each comment always managed to perk me up after a crude day of school ^w^
But to put it in a straight-forward manner, it was my first fanfic. So I just shoved every damn idea that was lurking around inside my imagination into one story. Which is a pretty stupid thing to do but that's what I did… And now, I just don't know how to write the rest of that story Y-Y
Once again, thank you :]
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