A/N: This story = studying.
Basically I write my school work into the story somehow in an amusing and insightful way. Then I remember it.
It's my way of tackling the "I can't write I have to study" excuse. Also my way [one of] of coming up with ideas.
This one isn't particularly educational, sorry people, it's not my best work.

Probability

She closed the door behind her and leaned on it, puffing. She'd quickly sprinted towards home when she saw Soul collecting his things, ready to leave. She hadn't wanted to talk to him today. The run had taken its toll.

She locked the door and walked towards her bed. The curtains were closed, she hadn't bothered to open them that morning, it left the room dim and quiet, peaceful. It was exactly what she needed. The small girl sat on the bed and pulled out an exercise book from the many that lettered her floor. They were the tools of her trade, studying.

This particular book contained scribbles of numbers and letter and all manner of symbols that to the untrained eye would seem confusing or even alien. To her these things were a beautiful language that could solve the problems of the universe. She flicked through the many pages to the last one she had written on.

The top on the page had "Probability" written in big letters. It was the only thing in the book she saw as pointless but her opinions had changed. There was a mess of "Pr(Ev) = no. of success/no. of possible" but she understood every line. And now she would use it to solve the problems of the universe. Her universe.

She'd liked him for over a year and, as a rational teenager, she decided that it had been long enough. It was time for something to be done. So she decided to ask him out. But it was easier to plan the event than to carry it out. Her fears of rejection haunted her thoughts every time she approached him and she had chickened out, so far, every time. But worse than that were the fears of loosing her partner. Both his excellence as a weapon and his companionship were of great importance to her and she was afraid of jeopardising it.

She turned to her books. The probability of rejection vs. the probability of … something better. She did a simple "Pr(Ev) = no. of success/no. of possible" calculation but only came up with a 50/50 chance which was obviously wrong. There were too many factor influencing his decision. Too much history.

With a few easy calculations she figured out that the two events (him saying yes and him saying no) were independent and mutually exclusive. The only thing she could think to do was count the reasons he would say yes and the ones her would say no.

yes:

- knew each other a long time

- he is nice

- she is smart

- they get along well

no:

- annoying

- abuse him

- have no tits (she cringed as she wrote it in)

- doesn't like me

Those were equal too. Everything just ended up being 50/50. A door opened and closed outside her room and Maka knew he was home. She'd made no progress, really, but it was already decided. She would ask tonight.

She bravely strolled into the living room where Soul was lounging on the couch, taking up all the space as usual. She couldn't bring herself to ask him straight out so she went into the kitchen. While pulling out the past and mince and other ingredients for their dinner Maka called Soul to come over too.

He stood on the opposite side of the room from her. She filled a pot with water.

"What did you want?" He asked, sounding rather cheerful, for Soul, which filled Maka with hope.

"I-I just wanted to ask you something." She measured out the perfect proportions of each ingredient for dinner cursing the the mathematics that had let her down in such an important situation.

Soul stared blankly at her until she couldn't take the silence any more and spoke up.

"Soul, I like you." She blurted, almost spat, at Soul. Her eyes darted back and forth from his eyes to her feet, resting on her feet for a long time. Her cheeks were bright pink. He hadn't spoken yet.

"I mean, I find you to be attractive." She continued.

"No, wait," Her blush was disappearing as she herself disappeared into thought.

"I would like to be more than friends."

"That's not right, I would like for us to go out." She sighed.

"Basically." She looked up into his eyes, "Will you go out with me?" The blush returned. To her surprise Soul neither accepted or declined her offer. He laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" She mumbled. Soul took and deep breath and calmed down.

"You," *pant* "were" *laugh* "being" *breath* "funny!"

She turned away from him, lighting the stove. Feeling rejected.

"But yes."

She spun on her heel and stared at him.

"I'll go out with you."

And stared.

"Of course." He smiled and left the room.

As Maka cheerily cooked dinner for the two of the she couldn't help thinking that no maths could've predicted that.

A/N: So I have my maths exam tomorrow, guess what one of the topics is? Probability!
One of the reasons this story isn't as good as my others is that I suck as maths but don't worry I have better story ideas for soon!

As always if you have any ideas for stories or topics you'd like me to write about let me know :D It makes me happy.