Song: Kiss the Girl by Ashley Tisdale
Ello! Wow! I can't beleive we're already on chapter 3! I also can't beleive how many reviews I got! Thank you! Virtual birthday cake for the reviewers (you know who you are) because my birthday was may 23! Chapter 3: Find out what Soul has to tell Maka! Don't forget to review!
Maka's P.o.V
I gripped onto Soul as we sped through the streets of Death City. I couldn't wait until we got home. I was dying to know what he had to tell me. When we finally arrived at our apartment, I asked what he wanted to talk to me about. He told me to wait in the living room. I sat on the couch and rested my feet on the coffee table. Soul went into the bathroom. A few moments later, the toilet flushed. Soul walked out and sat down next to me. My heart skipped a beat. "So, Soul, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, trying to make the silence less uncomfertable. "Well, uhh, you see, umm, I guess I just wanted to say, that, I, well, I like you." He finally stammered out. "Soul, I'm your meister. You kinda have to like me." I replied.
Soul's P.o.V
I mentally facepalmed myself. It never failed to amaze me how she got straight A's, yet was the desnsest girl on the planet. "No, Maka. I meant I like-like you." I tried to explain. She tilted her head and looked confused. I sighed. "Maka, what I'm trying to say is that, well, I'm in love with you." I finally said. She stared at me. "Really?" She asked, her voice so quiet it was barely a whisper. I nodded. "And, I was wondering if, uhh, you wanna be my girlfriend?" I asked. She giggled. "Of course, Soul." She said. "What time is it?" I ask. She glances at the clock under the tv. "4:38." She states. "We still have a while till you have to be at your papa's..." I said, scooting closer to my meister.
*Now it is 5:30*
Soul's P.o.V (still)
There was a knock at the door. Maka and I ignored it. The door opened, but I figured it was just Blair. Hell, was I wrong.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" A familiar voice screamed. We looked up. It was Maka's mentally challenged papa. His blue eyes surveyed the position we were in. Maka was pinned down to the couch, and I was hoovering above her. "Oh, umm, hi Papa!" Maka squeaked. "My lovely Maka-Chan, what is this, this barbarian doing?" He asked, crossing hs arms and glaring at me. "We were just, uhh, well, I honestly don't know." She finally admitted. "Come here, Soul." He seethed. I glanced at Maka. She shrugged. So, I got up and went over to the pissed death scythe. "YOU LITTLE OCTOPUS HEAD, I WILL KILL YOU FOR COMING CLOSE TO MY PRECIOUS LI-" A book was slammed down on his head.
Maka's P.o.V
Soul stared at me. "Why didn't you tell me your father was coming over HERE?" He asked. I shrugged. "I kinda forgot..." I said, staring at my socks. "Well, now that the spazz unconsious..." He said, coming towards me. I brought the spine of Soul Perception down on his head. "Oww, what the hell, Maka?" He shouted, clutching his head. "Keep dreaming." I said. And with that, I went to the bathroom to shower.
Spirit's P.o.V
I woke up with a pounding headache. I looked around. There was the window were I watched Maka sometimes! I was in my darling Maka's apartment. Too bad her no good partner, Soul, was also there. All of the events from earlier came back to me.
I stood up from where I had been laying. Soul was sitting on the couch, watching some horror movie. "Hi Soul." I said, sitting down next to him. "Hey, Spirit." He said, scooting to the opposite side of the couch.
Maka's P.o.V
I turned the faucet off. The warm waterfall that had been falling down on me turned into a dribble of ice cold liquid. I pushed back the curtain and grabbed the the towel hanging on the rack. I dried off and looked around for my clothes. Crap. I left my sleepwear in the laundry room. I took a final breath of steamy air and opened the door to find Blair, in cat form, waiting for me.
Ohh, cliffie! This chappie is 800 words! Readers, please review!
