Chapter 3
Evans & Albarn Residence, 11:30 am.
Soul was sitting next to his bed, which was currently occupied by a girl. He seriously thought those lines to himself and shuddered. This was not a time to be making innuendos out of weird situations.
Soul remembered hauling Maka back onto his bed. He remembered how warm she felt. And not in a sexy way, either. She was feverish. Wait, wait.
Sexy? What the hell? Why would he even relate that word to Maka? Maka?
"Soul?" he heard Maka murmur. He leapt up from where he sat.
"Maka. How are you feeling?"
"Really tired…"
"Maka..." he sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say—'passing out is not cool,' right?" Maka smiled weakly.
"Actually, I was gonna say that I was worried about you."
Maka's eyes widened. "Wow, Soul, that's really sweet."
Soul grunted. Yikes.
Maka swept a hair out of her face. "So, what happened?'
Soul blushed. "Wha… you don't remember?"
Maka shook her head. Soul said, "I came in to find you here. You were sleeping. I woke you up, and you acted… ah… weird."
"Weird how?" Maka stared at him. "Soul, weird how?"
"Um, you acted… drunk." He glanced at her. She was beet red.
"Was it embarrassing?" Soul didn't say anything. "Oh, God."
Soul sighed. He looked at Maka. She had fallen back asleep.