Jane: Hi! I'm getting kinda addicted to updating my stories. Is that bad?

Maka: Updating? No. Getting all your characters DRUNK? Yeah, kinda.

Jane: Look, I'm sorry you didn't like it, but everyone who reads my stories did.

Soul: I thought it was pretty cool.

Maka: Figures YOU would say that. You can be such a dumb-ass sometimes.

Soul: Hm, my sources say different.

Maka: Huh? What sources? What do you know?

Soul: Heh, not much.

Jane: Okay, let's stop talking about it. If she finds out now, it'll ruin the story.

Maka: TELL ME!

Jane and Soul: Nope.

Maka: Grrrrrr!

Jane: Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter 4

Maka woke up with a wicked hang over. She tried to get up and grab an aspirin, but she couldn't even lift her head. She sat there in pain for a while until Soul came out from his room, probably feeling better than she did. Soul saw her sitting uncomfortably on their couch. He smirked. "Well well, Miss I'm-not-drinking-no-matter-what. It seems you're a little hung over, yes?" His words sounded ten times louder to her. She cringed. Soul walked to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and some aspirin. "Here, take two of these and wait one hour." Maka smiled. She took the pills and rolled over to fall back asleep.

Maka woke up a few hours later. Her headache was gone, but she still felt dizzy. She went to go get some juice from the fridge. It took a while before she noticed the note stuck to the door. Maka, I went to the store to get a few things. I'll be back in a few. -Soul. Maka's eyes widened. She was hardly ever alone at the apartment. She eyed the grand piano that sat in the corner collecting dust. Soul had stopped playing it ever since the last incident with the demon in his head. But ever since then, she'd taken it up to eventually get Soul to play it again. She decided now would be a good time to practice.

She chose a simple Beethoven piece. She wasn't great yet, but each time she played she was a little faster, or a little more in tune. She was so focused on her playing that she didn't notice Soul walk in and listen to her play. When she finished, she was startled by the sudden sound of applause. She jumped up off the bench, embarrassed to be caught playing. "Why do you look so scared?" Soul asked. "I'm not going to attack you, but I might bite." He had a devilish look in his eyes. It scared Maka at the same time it made her feel like there were a thousand butterflies inside her. She blushed deeply. Soul walked up to Maka and took her hand in his. She blushed even deeper. "You know, if you really thought you sucked so much that you had to play in secret, I would have been glad to help you sooner." Maka made a tiny squeak in her throat. She'd never been so embarrassed, yet so excited at the same time. They replayed the piece together, this time with hardly any mistakes. "See Maka? You weren't so bad." She blushed again. "Thanks Soul, but it was only because you helped me." Soul smirked "Yeah, probably." Maka almost gave him a Maka chop, but Soul grabbed her arm in mid-chop. Maka flinched. A chop had never been stopped before. Soul had a greedy, almost hungry look. Maka broke free of his grip, (which really, wasn't supposed to trap her, so much as prevent her from killing him) and ran back to her room. Soul sat at the piano for a while, smirking. Then he figured she was really pissed, and went to bed.

"And then he grabbed my arm before I chopped. Who does that? Nobody's ever avoided that before, especially not Soul." Maka was repeating what had happened at the piano to Tsubaki over the phone. Tsubaki was irritated, given it was 12:00 at night, and she'd been saying the same thing over and over for four hours, but being the kind, amenable friend that she was, she let her continue rambling for another two hours. "Maka, I'm really sorry. I'd love to stay up and talk to you some more, but Black*Star gets really angry if he doesn't sleep. I'll call you tomorrow though." Maka, who felt like the talking didn't really do much to make her feel any better, told Tsubaki thanks for listening to her, and apologized for any trouble with Black*Star she'd get into. She hung up the phone and crawled into bed.

She was almost asleep, when Blair jumped on her bed and trotted over next to Maka. "Sounds like Soul's giving you a hard time." Maka sat up to talk to her cat friend. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on lately. Soul apologized for goofing off, he helped me with my hangover and the piano, and he was able to stop a full blown Maka chop. I've got no idea what's gotten into him." Blair gave her a devilish smile. "Well it could be a lot of things. Maybe he's growing up, maybe this is just a new and better way to tease you. Or maybe, he's trying to impress you." Maka's face looked as clueless as ever when it came to Soul. "What do you mean? Why would he impress me?" Blair rolled her eyes. Now she was being as dumb as she was when she played basketball. "Seriously? Look at you, Maka! You're strong from all that monster hunting you and Soul do, your sense of style has inclined...slightly. You're opening yourself to more music than The Pon Pon Dance, and, in case you haven't noticed. You kinda dropped out of the Itty Bitty Titty committee awhile back." Maka blushed at that last part. "So what are you going to do about it, Maka?" Blair left her to ponder this question in the dark for an hour or two before she finally fell asleep. Only to wake up after another hour to get ready for school. "Ugh! This is gonna be a long day."

Jane: So that's that. Please review and subscribe.

Soul: Hey, hold up.

Jane: What?

Soul: Well, don't we usually get commentary or something?

Jane: Well, um, sorry. I didn't think this times commentary would be very interesting.

Soul: What the hell? We put some effort into the commentary, right, Maka?

Maka: ZZZZZZ

Soul: Dammit, wake up or we won't get, aw screw it, who cares.

Jane: Sorry, maybe next time.