Chapter Two
Next morning, I was woken up by a quiet knock on my door. "Breakfast" Maka said through the wood, then I heard her walking back to the kitchen. I stretched, swung my feet off the bed, then dressed out of my night clothes into a pair of shorts and a sleeveless undershirt. I dragged myself into the bathroom, brushed my shark like teeth, combed my hair, put on some deo, then stretched again. I made my way down the hall into the kitchen.
Maka was setting the table already 'Dammit I took to long... She's already finished...' I muttered an apology for being late, trying to be cool in front of her, but it didn't work because my voice cracked ' stupid puberty... I hate being thirteen...' "Don't worry about it," she said with a grin. "I just went too fast... Sorry you couldn't keep up" she smirked, obviously trying to take my mind off the puberty thing... She knows I hate it...
"Whatever..." I mumbled, then slid into my chair.
"What's the matter with you? Why are you so grumpy?" She asked. Now I felt bad for being rude.
"Just tired... Sorry." She shrugged then started eating. I wasn't even hungry. I had a stupid dream... Well not stupid I guess it was freaky... Because Maka died in it. Why that put me in a mood? Sigh... I started eating we were done, I cleaned the kitchen so she could read for a while. I put the dishes away, then headed to my room to get dreesed for real. By for real I mean a T-shirt and jeans.
Maka was lounging on the couch, watching tv. 'God...why do I keep looking at her?' She glanced at me, got up, then smiled, " why don't we do something today?"
"Like what?" She thought for a moment.
" how about we go to the park, maybe bring a picnic? You seem a little stressed today..." I blushed, thankfully she didn't notice.
"Just a bad dream. Anyway, that sounds like a good idea"
She packed us a lunch for later, then we were out the door. I was strangely exited to be with her... Alone... All day... Gulp... I swung one leg over my bike, and she followed suit, tying the lunch bag around her wrist. I started the bike, and zoomed off. I eased on the brakes as I pulled up to the park. It wasn't a lawn mowed, bench and picnic table park. It's what I think of as the woods: all trees, no paths. Just nature. And me. And... Maka.
