Soul's Famous and Maka's Forgotten
Soul was currently trying to reach Maka on the phone but it just kept saying this line is busy. What could she be doing that was more important than answering his calls? Soul was sitting in Kids house on the couch with his hand covering his eyes, he was about to call her again when his phone rang he didn't bother looking at the caller id and just answered it.
(A/N: "…" = Soul and '…' = Maka)
"Hello?" he said slowly. "Maka!"
'What the hell are you blowing up my phone for?!' Maka yelled over the line.
"I wanted to talk to you that's why I was blowing your phone up for."
'Well stop calling me I don't feel like dealing with your bullshit right now. I have to get for my friend Ander.'
"Who's Ander?"
'My friend from England and thanks to you I had to cut our conversation short.'
"Well I'm sorry that I made you cut your talk short with your friend, when I your boyfriend was trying to call you."
'Did you ever think that maybe I wasn't answering your calls for a reason?'
"Is this about the stupid picture?" Soul cringed in the thought of that.
'Yes it is. Who was that girl?'
"Some chick that's the daughter of some old famous MC."
'Do you like her?'
"Well…"
'Are you serious right now? All you can say is well, that's it whatever Soul. Bye.' Maka hung up the phone in anger and started crying in her pillow.
Soul rubbed his hand with his face and slumped even more into the couch as he thought about Maka. Soul reached over the arm of the couch and turned on the radio and the song that was by them was playing, he listened to his voice over the radio.
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
We never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
(your secret's out)
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't don't) matter
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
(your secret's out)
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't don't) matter
I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters [x4]
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't don't don't don't) matter
[Talking:]
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left
When the song was over Soul grabbed his coat and the keys to his motorcycle, he decided that he was going to confront Maka head on about this problem. Before he stepped out the door he looked out the window to make sure no one was waiting outside for him; he hurriedly rushed to his motorcycle and reeved up the engine. Driving down the road he reached Maka's house in no time, he heard barking coming from inside, loud gun shots, and a loud bass coming from upstairs.
Soul rung the door bell and the gun shots stopped and the dogs kept barking but the bass kept going. The door opened to reveal Terry with a black acoustic guitar that he was holding by the neck so he could open the door.
"What're you doing here?" Terry asked.
"I'm here to see Maka is she home?" Soul asked.
"No she's not."
"Terry bring me a drink please!" Maka yelled from upstairs.
"Yeah she's not here." Terry said again.
"Dude just let me in."
"No. You hurt Maka's feelings, so why should I let you in?"
"Because I'm her boyfriend and I want to apologize."
"Gosh Terry I ask you to do one thing for me and you take a fucking hour to grab me an Arizona tea out of the fridge. What're you doing here?" Maka said walking to the front door.
"I came here to apologize."
"Apology rejected." Maka shut the door on his face and locked it.
"Was that the right thing to do?" Terry asked.
"For now yes, but later on I don't know."
"Does this mean I get a shot at it?"
"No you're my stepbrother quit being gross."
She grabbed the tea from the fridge and went back up to her room to enjoy the book she was reading and the music that was blaring out of her iPod as she had it attached to the dock.
"Maka turn that fucking music down!" Spirit yelled.
"Ok chill out." Maka said.
"I'm not in the mood just turn that shit down or I'll come in there and break it."
Maka turned the music down and closed the door to her room. Shouldn't she be the only one a bad mood?
~To be Continued~
Yeah second chapter! Got this done at 2 am go me! Guys if you have a tumblr you should follow me my username on tumblr is amazinglyawesomeisawesome no spaces or capitals. Sorry I didn't update Mafia Rivals I was having a Friday break because I deserve a rest right now and I'm going this jealousy phase of some sort, but I'm extremely well at hiding it. The song in this chapter was Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) by Fall Out Boy. Review!