(A/n Hey guys! So it's been OVER two years (i know… can you believe it?) since I wrote this fanfiction, and so much has changed since then. But I was thinking about it, nd thought maybe it'd be fun to write the part two I'd promised but never written. So.. here goes!)

Maka arrived home from school the next day with a hangover still buzzing in the back of her brain. Soul, like expected, lay across the couch in his sweats, watching TV as Maka assumed he had been doing all day. Soul had opted to cut school, while Maka attended nevertheless.

"Hey," she said, putting her things down and heading to the kitchen. "Who's making dinner tonight?" She hated herself for being so casual and ignoring what had happened the night before, but she couldn't help herself. "If you don't mind," she added, turning to look over her shoulder, "I'd prefer if you made it. I have a lot of homework to do."

"Actually-" Soul sat up quickly. "I was wondering if- uh, you…" he ran his fingers through his hair, scrounging for the proper words to say. Maka raised her eyebrows expectantly. "um, wanted to go to dinner or something? You know, since we don't ever go out for food?"

"Go out to dinner?"

"Yeah, like a, um-"

"Like a date?"

"Uh, yeah. Like a date. But only if you wanted to."

Maka smirked, somewhat glad she hadn't been forced to make the first move. "And this has absolutely nothing to do with what happened last night?"

"Well, yeah, it does. I just figured we could try something out and see if it works-"

She smiled softly. "Yeah. Okay. That sounds like fun."

"Cool. Because, uh, I sort of already made reservations at Il Vilaggio, and that'd be kinda uncool if it turned out you didn't want to go."

Maka's eyes widened. Il Vilaggio? That was one of the nicest, not to mention expensive, restaurants in town. This boy meant business. "Of course I want to go," she laughed.

"Don't bring your wallet, either. Tonight'll be all on me," he said smoothly, standing up and attempting to strike a laid-back pose.

"Don't try to be all chivalrous and pay for my dinner. That place is expensive. I'll manage myself."

"But-"

"Soul, enough." She walked to the boy, flustered and blushing, and gently kissed his cheek. She couldn't believe after all these years as his meister she was only just now going on a date with him. The hilarious, popular, white-haired boy with razor sharp teeth that she'd loved as a friend since they were twelve. Maybe it always had been something more- maybe the feelings she'd always been harboring for him weren't just friendly. She'd always felt the smallest pang of jealousy every time he'd go out on a date with some new girl he'd met in class. And yet she'd always dumbed that down to protectiveness over him. But maybe she'd been wrong.

After that kiss, their lips interlocking so seamlessly, hands feeling their way into each other's warm palms, her senses felt stigmatized, hyper-aware, to all thoughts regarding Soul. All throughout class that day she'd daydreamed about it (and at one point had actually dreamt, when she drifted off in one particularly boring class period), and wondered if Soul was feeling the same way. He'd never break through his "cool" exterior long enough to express any sort of feelings towards her, anyway.

"I'm going to Tsubaki's dorm to do homework," said Maka, anticipating the girly talk they'd have about Soul the minute she got there. She also would have to bring Blair along, or she'd surely have nothing to wear tonight. "I can't wait for tonight." She headed to her bedroom, pulled her hair from their braids, and changed from her short plaid skirt and thigh-highs into a pair of leggings and a sweater. Then she gestured for Blair to follow her.

Maka padded across the hallway to Tsubaki's room, Blair hurrying closely behind.

"Girl, you are going to score tonight!"

Maka jumped. She hadn't noticed Blair transforming back to her human self. Today Blair wore a pair of tight leather pants and a lace bralette. Her flat stomach was entirely exposed.

"This is pretty innocent, Blair. We're just going on one stupid date. It doesn't mean anything."

"Well you know what they say about first dates," said Blair, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"No, I don't. What do they say?"

Blair rolled her eyes and threw her arms across Maka's shoulders. "All I'm saying is it's about time you got some boy candy on your arm. How long have you been single?"

"Well, let's see. How long ago was I born?"

"Hilarious. Save that wit for tonight's date."

Now it was Maka's turn to roll her eyes, just as they approached Tsubaki's door. Maka knocked a few times with no response before Blair began scratching at the door instinctively. Maka opened her mouth to speak and Blair stopped her, bringing her face closer to the door. "I hear talking," she whispered.

"Well, maybe she's with Patty or Liz-"

"No. It's a guy talking."

"But she doesn't live with anyone-"

"No shit!" Blair wiggled at the doorknob and pushed inside with her shoulder, upon realization that the door wasn't locked.

"Stop it, that's rude-" Before Maka could finish the words escaping her lips, Blair was already moving inside- loudly, not to mention.

"Hello? Is ANYONE here?"

Maka cringed as Blair's voice rang throughout the dorm halls, no doubt drifting through the thin walls and distracting everybody in a 5-mile radius. Waiting outside and leaning, annoyed, against the thin walls, she waited for Blair to find Tsubaki and to be invited inside. Somehow she was glad her friend was this obtrusive. She was desperate at the moment to talk to her best friend, and she didn't really feel like politely waiting for her to finish whatever business she was being involved in.

"Tsubaki! You slut!"

Maka couldn't help but let out a giggle as she heard Black*Star's distinct voice cry out in surprise- and Tsubaki's quiet voice suddenly rise to a much more annoyed shout. "Get out!"

"I knew this would happen. Well, hopefully you guys wore protection." Blair appeared in the doorway seconds later, a smug grin placed across her face. "What did I successfully predict? God, one game of truth or dare and everyone turns into a huge slut!"

Maka couldn't deny it. Sometimes Blair's voice did ring truthful. "Well, I'm done here. I have better things to do. Call me when you're getting ready for your date." She sauntered away, curvaceous hips swaying as she walked.

"Tsubaki?" Maka called inside timidly.

"Yeah?" Tsubaki's voice from inside was laced with relief at the sound of her best friend.

"Soul asked me on a date. Can I come in?"

"Oh my gosh, he did?"

Maka entered the small apartment to find Tsubaki in a bathrobe and Black*Star getting dressed hastily in the living room. "Yes, but we'll get to that later. What happened here?"

Black*Star's face flushed to a deep red, and it was odd seeing him in such a vulnerable position. Usually he was so inflated with ego, but right now, he seemed like a normal person. "Well, we had a talk about everything that happened, and-"

"-We kissed last night in the bathroom," interjected Black*Star.

"And I guess one thing led to another-" Now it was Tsubaki's turn for her face to bloom into another shade, as her blue-haired meister stepped next to her and they interlocked fingers. "We realized that we were really right for each other. And I guess now we're a thing."

"So no more Patty?" Maka said playfully, and Black*Star erupted into a rant ("That was ONE TIME! Will anybody let that go?) that somehow fit his personality much more than the shy, lovestruck exterior he'd been putting up seconds before.

"So, what's this about you going on a date with Soul?"

"Well, I guess we figured that we maybe had feelings for each other. So we wanted to see how going on a formal date would work out."

"And how are you not freaking out now? Come on, your crush on Soul has been so obvious since the start-"

"It has not!"

"Kinda has, champ. Hate to say it, but we all knew it was a matter of time before you got all up on that," Black*Star said, grabbing his keys from the table next to the leather couch and leaving through the front door briskly. "'Bye, babe," he called over his shoulder to his new girlfriend, before shutting it behind him.

"Has it really been that obvious?"

"Mildly."

"We're going to Il Vilaggio tonight."

"Il Vilaggio? Seriously? He must really like you to want to take you somewhere so nice."

"You think so?"

"Of course. Would I lie?"

Maka sighed. "It's just weird, you know? Twenty-four hours ago I had no idea any of this was going to happen. And then we had to kiss and it made me realize I've liked him all this time. I mean, he's my weapon. Of course we're gonna have some kind of a connection. But this one is special."

"I felt the same way with Black*Star. I always thought I loved him like a brother. But it was the little things, you know? And when I heard about him and Patty, I realized that I really did love him. I was so hurt and upset that there was no other explanation." She paused, and then a grin crossed her face. "But who cares? We need to get you ready for your date."

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Maka sat shyly at the edge of Tsubaki's bed as Blair presented each dress contender like a game show host. She held up a short faux-leather dress, strapless and with a fluted skirt, and wove it around on its hanger. "I think this would look especially cute with some fishnet tights!"

"We're going to a nice restaurant, not a strip club."

"Ah, right. Okay. What about this?"

She held up a tiny red spandex dress. It was a little better, but not by much. "I'd never be able to pull that off. Besides, too slutty for a restaurant."

She grunted, frustrated. Tsubaki stood up from her position on the floor. "I might have something for you." She slid open the closet doors and searched through the racks, eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, I don't know how I feel about this dress, but you could try it." She pulled shortE, black gown from the mix of fabrics, the dress sporting a satin exterior and long spidery lace sleeves. Maka's wide green eyes lit up.

"That's perfect!" She jumped to her feet.

"We are going to have to bobby pin the back of the dress, though. Tsubaki's boobs are much bigger than yours."

Sure enough, upon trying it on, the dress was too large around her small hips and chest, but Blair obviously had expertise in the field of dressing up- in a few minutes, Maka looked beautifully voluptuous as the elegant dress clung to her body in the perfect way.

"Soul is going to love this," Blair said excitedly, pushing Maka back onto the edge of the bed as Tsubaki began gathering Maka's honey blond hair into a simple bun, letting a few strands fall loose, framing her skinny face. Then, with a curling iron, Blair gently made soft curls with the excess hair.

Blair did Maka's makeup, using products from her own collection- she brushed an opalescent highlighter across her high cheekbones, applied red lipstick on her parted lips, and finally dusted a deep burgundy blush on her ivory skin. "I won't be too fancy, will I?" Maka asked insecurely, looking at herself in the floor-length mirror donned on Tsubaki's bathroom door.

"Il Vilaggio is a place for the elite, Maka. You'll be fine," said Tsubaki assuringly.

"Either way, you're gonna look hot for Soul, and that's all that really matters." She looked at the two perfume bottles in her hands and then back to Maka. "What do you like better? Vanilla and spice or fruit and pine?"

"Vanilla and spice."

She was engulfed in a cloud of sweet, vaguely overbearing perfume, and after a once-over with hairspray, Blair dictated that Maka was good to go. She arrived back at her and Soul's apartment and stepped inside quietly; "Soul?" she called out, anxious already for his reaction to seeing her in her fancy outfit.

He emerged from his bedroom, walking in long, confident strides. He was dressed in a nice suit (no doubt borrowed from Kid) with dress shoes, his white hair gelled to perfection.

"Hey Maka-" He called out. Then he stopped in his tracks, slack-jawed.

"Wow."

"What? Am I too dressed up?"

His eyes took in the sight, obviously taken aback. "You look… cool."

She blushed, looking down at herself, and then looked back to Soul. "Thanks, Soul. You don't look so bad yourself, either."

He smiled, but his face fell to seriousness after a moment. "Look, Maka. I was thinking about what we talked about last night-"

Maka's eyes lowered. "-and you realized you really don't like me that way."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Don't be stupid." He took a deep breath, and then spoke. "I realized that I've always been in love with you. And that I don't care if you're flat chested or not. Because I think you're amazing. And smart, and beautiful…"

"Thank you, Soul," she said quietly, edging closer to him, eyes adverting his. "I think you're such a great person. No matter how you try to act in public, I think you're so intelligent and talented and kind and brave. And I think I'm in love with you too."

She took both of his hands in hers, and he laughed. "I know I can be an asshole. And I know I hit on a lot of girls. But you're the only chick I wanna be with, Maka."

"You're the only guy I'd ever think of being with."

"And yeah, we're just teenagers, and we don't understand love, or whatever. But I know that this is as real as it's gonna get." He paused, then winced, ashamed of his own cheesiness. "Don't make fun of me."

Maka paused, scanning her brain for potential words, but decided there wasn't much else to be said. She fell forward, her lips meeting his, and they kissed for a few seconds before pulling away.

"There's red lipstick on your face now," she snickered, realizing just then that she'd been wearing Blair's favorite Sephora shade.

"Eh, that's okay. It'll just make me look like more of a stud."

"Whatever you say. So, let's head to this restaurant," Maka said, extending her arm to Soul so that he could take it. He just looked at her, awkwardly rubbing his neck, and then let out a nervous giggle.

"Soul?"

"Yes?"

"What is it?"

"Well, about that…" He began pacing nervously, tugging at the white bit of his sleeves before stopping and facing Maka. "Turns out I made reservations at Il Vilencia, not Il Vilaggio."

"Il Vilencia? As in, the pizza place we order from all the time? How do you even make a reservation there?"

"Uh, yep. I must've made a typo on Google or something-"

"So I got dressed up for nothing?"

"Well, not for nothing…" he reached out and took Maka's hand gingerly, watching her face carefully with narrowed eyes. He led her slowly to the door, and then whispered "shut your eyes," gently into her ear. Maka, albeit apprehensive, shut her eyes. She knew that she could trust Soul, and if he was going to go through the trouble to get dressed up despite stupidly making the wrong reservations, she was going to follow him.

Maka couldn't believe the cliché that was her life as of now. But she followed him, her feet registering a staircase, and then her skin prickled with a slight evening chill. She realized she was outside, and quizzically she turned to Soul. "Where are we-"

"Open your eyes."

She did.

They were on top of the dorms of DWMA, at the very rooftop. Where they stood, it was a perfect view of their enormous school, and the delicate violet sunset. In the center of the mostly barren roof was a table set beautifully (and symmetrically) with black and white place settings and gently flickering candles, perfectly arranged.

"May I present to you, Il Souleaterio."

"Soul, don't make me Maka chop you during this cheesy movie moment."

"Sorry."

"May I introduce you both to your entrées? Top Ramen is tonight's special," said Kid, emerging from the staircase she and Soul had entered from.

"I can't believe you're doing this. Where did you get the tables?"

"Doesn't matter. I may or may not have borrowed them without asking from the DWMA cafeteria-"

"Soul!"

"Shh," he stressed, pulling her to the table. They both sat down, and Maka couldn't help but feel flattered that he would go out of his way to do something so sweet for her. Of course, Soul would be the idiot to make reservations at the wrong place. But somehow, she didn't mind. She was dressed to the utmost degree of fanciness, to the point where she nearly felt like an asshole, but so was Soul, so she hardly cared. As Kid served the two their Styrofoam cups of noodles and broth, she realized she couldn't have made a better choice. She was silently thankful for that drunken game of truth or dare last night, where she and Soul had been forced to face their feelings for one another through stupid dares. It seemed almost silly that she'd gone this long without realizing how much Soul really meant to her.

"So, what do you think? Pretty cool, huh?"

She smiled, a laugh escaping her, the light springtime breeze invigorating her skin. "Yeah, it's cool. Just like you, Soul Eater Evans."

That night, as Maka's lips explored Soul's neck, her hands roaming his body as if searching for something intangible, she considered that not long ago her crush on him had just been an innocent secret.

And sometimes, those secrets needed to be spilled.

(A/n I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing! It's a bit short, but it's supposed to be a follow-up. Let me know what you think! Unfortunately, I probably won't update this again, as I prefer it to stay a two-shot. But who knows ;) ;) it took me two years to update this, so maybe I'll update it again sometime in the future.)