changing maka and soul's age to maka 18 and soul 19

adding facts; soul is a classic stoner and manwhore

maka is just maka but with a secret badass side.

fuck yes the weekend, i want to scream yet i don't i smell pancake ether soul is cooking, wait i can still hear him snoring, i think, my father…... nope . i sigh pulling out my ipod listening to christina aguilera Ain't no other man, the music filling my mind, the music notes appearing over my eye lips as i close my eyes relaxing my body. my skin tingled at the vibrato of her voice the music running through my body. i wanted to sing so bad, but i don't sing.

i haven't sung since i was a kid, its not me, I'm the school bookworm who kills kishins and has a bad temper. well if soul goes for his saturday drive while blair is at work maybe i can get away with it. i sigh getting up walking to the kitchen to see our cat cooking. normally people would freak at the sight of their cat cooking. but a magic cat slut is another story. i sigh sitting at the table.

"morning maka chan" blair says smiling cooking. i nod groaning looking at the pile of vhs tapes(if you don't know what a vhs is its what was around before dvds)

"blair what are the vhs tapes for"" i ask her. puzzled my fingers messing around with a string on my sweatshirt.

"oh they're a surprise." she says flicking her tail. i still don't know. i see souls door open a girl walking out, her blond ponytail and cheerleader uniform bunched up in her hands as she looks at blair and i and runs out of the apartment. "last of the cheer team?"

"i think so."

"welp" she says getting back to cooking.

"manwhore" i groan out getting up filling up a cup of coffee sipping it. as i sit down "fuck thats hot!"

"well no dip sherlock" a deep voice echoes through the room as a sleepy white haired fuzz head says as he walks out of his room groaning. his muscular abs show with his no shirtness. damn when did he become sexy.

no bad mind bad mind.

"maka stop eye raping soul," blair says "very discreetly" soul is too exhausted to notice at least. I watch soul chug down a cup of coffee grabbing his jacket leaving.

"well then"

"I'm off to work, love you dont rape soul while i'm gone" blair says giggling as she leaves with the kitchen still a mess.

"bye." i say as the apartment becomes empty. i walk over to the radio turning on the radio paramore misery business cranking through the speakers. i smirk realizing i can finally sing, i start to wash dishes swinging with the music humming.

"I'm sorry honey, but I passed it up, now look this way.

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you.

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,

They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right.

Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse"

I belt out the lyrics singing shaking my head, the music running through my body as i dance and sing to the music.

"Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now.

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now.

But God does it feel so good,

'Cause I got him where I want him right now.

And if you could then you know you would.

'Cause God it just feels so...

It just feels so good."

I turn around to see soul standing in the doorway holding a grocery bag his face stunned at me. "you sing" soul says his face shocked.

"no i don't." i stepping back as soul walks towards me he fumbles setting the groceries down on the table.

"what else is there you do that i don't know." he says somewhat sounding pissed. why the fuck is he pissed?!

"oh i smoke weed and fuck everyone who wears short skirts." i say pissed that he's pissed. talking about him it takes a second to sink in before he slams his hands on either side of me on the counter.

"if only you knew tiny tits." his breath warming my neck, i can smell the weed on him i shove him away from me running off to my room. if only i knew what….

sorry for the long wait guys i'll keep going this summer hopfully post more before the 20th.