Hello! This is my very first FanFiction (Heavenly chorus plays in background), so I hope I did okay.

**DISCLAIMER:** I do not, nor will I ever own Soul Eater.

On with the show!

An old expression says that 'idle hands are the Devil's workshop. People should pay more attention to old expressions; They are generally proven correct.

The past week had been painfully, mind-numbingly, excruciatingly BORING. There had been no Kishins to fight, no souls to eat, and they had reached that part of the school year when everybody just stops caring.

Grumbling, Soul Evans rolled over in his bed to stare blearily at his alarm clock, taking a full 30 seconds to understand the red numbers glowing softly on the clock's face. 11:06 Sunday morning. His last day of sleep until Friday, sweet, merciful Friday. Throwing off the covers, he put his feet on the floor, wincing a little at how cold it was.

In the kitchen, Soul was faced with a decision. Should he have Lucky Charms for breakfast (lunch? Is WAS after 11), or Ketchup chips? Hmm... Making up his mind, Soul pulled the bag of chips off the shelf. Pulling the bag open, he noticed the note stuck to the front.

"Soul; Please have no more than one bowl of chips, as you have been getting kind of heavy to swing around.

-Maka

"Pfft! Screw that! I'll have as many chips as I want!

"P.S. If by any chance you do have more than one bowl, I'll show Lord Death and Stein the yaoi fanfictions you wrote about them-all 28 of them."

Soul flushed red and crumpled the note up with one hand. "Dammit! I thought I hid those!" He shook some chips into a bowl and walked into the living room.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Soul jumped a foot in the air, scattering chips everywhere. "Jesus Christ, Black*Star, what the hell are you doing here?" Black*Star dropped from the ceiling. "You changed your WiFi password!"

"Yes, we changed it last month when you left hardcore porn running on Maka's laptop. Anyway, how long have you been here?" Black*Star glanced at his watch. "What is it now, 11:21? Lets say...two hours." Holding up a 3-ring binder, he said "By the way, I found your yaoi." Soul flushed an even deeper red. "I thought I hid that!"

"Oh, you did. Quite well, really. But, as I said; I've been here for two hours, so I thought I'd have a look around. Which reminds me-" he held something else in his other hand. "What's this?"

"It's an old video game. I've had it since I was a kid." Soul reached into a drawer and pulled out four AA batteries. As he was fitting them into the game, he said "Don't you have your own wifi? Why do you need ours?"

"Tsubaki and Maka are watching The Help, and you can hear it everywhere in the apartment!"

"So watch it with them. You love The Help"

Black*Star flared but said nothing (a rare occurrence indeed, so remember this moment, kids)

Soul switched the game on and started tapping buttons. Black*Star moved to look over his shoulder.

"The game is called Tetris" Soul explained "you try to make the blocks fall into a flat line, and if you touch the top, you lose." Black*Star snatched the game from him and started poking the screen. "Okay, so-wait, nothing's-huh?-it's not working!" Pixelated words flashed across the screen. "YOU LOSE"

"Dammit! This touch screen is shit!"

"No, this was made way before touch screens. You use the buttons." After another attempt, Black*Star threw the game on the sofa. "This is stupid! It's IMPOSSIBLE to make a flat line!"

"Yeah, it is kind of hard-wait. Say that again"

"What? It's impossible to make a flat line? What do-OHHH..."

Both boys, having the same evil thought in their heads, broke into wide grins.

So how'd I do? Review and tell me what you think!

-Metallicat