Chapter 2

Click

OPPS! I changed the POV in the last one XD in the middle of it! XDDDD

Disclaimer: If I owned soul eater or my little pony, I wouldn't be here.

Rainbow Dash:

We looked each other in the eyes.

Click.

I felt the Click, like the teacher said. Her bright pink eyes glittered as she felt it to. "I'm Pinkie Pie! Call me Pinkie!" She sang, happy and upbeat.

"So what weapon are you?" I asked, suddenly nervous I imagined the click. "Pistol." She said brightly. "What do you use?" "I can only use pistols." I said, suddenly nervous. What if she had a meister? I don't know any other pistols…

Suddenly, she got real close. I blushed a light pink, the same color of my eyes. "Did you feel it? The click?" She asked. I nodded, mesmerized by the perky girl's eyes. I was unable to find words… She hopped back, a big smile on her face. "So does that mean we're partners?" She asked. "Y-yeah, I guess." I stuttered.

Pinkie giggled, and asked. "Do you want to use the shower first?" I nodded, and smiled. "Kay! I'll be in my room if you need me!" She purred.

She walked off, and closed her door. There was only one bathroom, but it was sort of big.

While I was in there, I began to sing. "Now she's watching over me, and I just cannot believe, that she ended up with me, oh oh oh. Sitting with her makes me, just go crazy. Don't care what we do today, ay ay ay. Being driven to insanity, just by the way she looks at me."

Then I heard Pinkie singing, "And the look on her face, is driving me insane. She knows how I feel, but she doesn't feel the same. Makes me wonder if she's lying. Cause the look in her eyes, tells me she's afraid to say how she feels."

Me "Now I'm watching over her."

Pinkie "And I watch her every move."

Both "Cause I know she needs me as much as I need her. Cause we're partners, but not how I wish we could be. How I can't hold her tight, makes me crazy. But just being with her, is good enough for me. But it's not what I need. It's not what I need. And what I need is her." Our voices trailed off. The song was written by a meister who fell in love with his weapon. I can't believe she knew it. (I wrote this song! :D)

Later that night

Me and Pinkie sat on the couch, watching T.V. Pinkie made me stop on Food Network (Don't own) because a baking contest was on. "Dashie, do you like baking?" She asked me. I was sort of caught off guard with the nickname, so I nodded and managed to say, "Yeah, I do." She smiled brightly.

I glanced over her looks, her pink shirt that dropped low, drawing attention to her breasts. I watched them, and Pinkie was too busy watching the cakes, so she was oblivious to my gaze. Their huge! Maybe even bigger than mine!

I eventually tore my gaze away and focused on the show as Pinkie giggled beside me. We were on a small couch and sharing a dark purple blanket. She told me all about baking, and I listened to the slightly shorter than me pink haired girl.

Her eyes sparkled while she watched the baking. Then I said the words that made her day.

"Can you teach me to bake?"