Fake It

"Who's to know if your soul will fade at all, the one you sold to fool the world.

You lost your self esteem along the way." - 'Fake It' by Seether

He, the cool guy was happy. On cloud nine if you will, so then why was there a deep bubbling resentment forming in his gut. He had a pretty girlfriend, sure she wasn't too bright, but she had the curves to please any guy.

Why? Why then did it bother him that his meister, Maka, had a lacking reaction when he told her about Vanessa? Maka hadn't been excited, or hurt, she just nodded and continued cleaning the dishes. As if, she didn't care? He brushed it off at the time, but now...now it was bugging him. He couldn't stop thinking about it, pondering why she didn't react.

Currently he sat inside a local cafe, sipping a cup of coffee while his girlfriend blabbed on about how the movie theater was 'stupid'. He sighed, yes, the theater had been unannouncedly closed for 'remodeling'. Thus, he did the next coolest thing; took her to a cafe. They'd been there for awhile, and he'd taken to watching the customers who chose to sit on the patio outside. Most, so far had been unentertaining. Though, he grinned at the memory, the man who'd been in such a rush he spilled his drink on himself was quite the amusement.

He raised his eyebrow at the sound of an all to familiar voice; Black Star.

What the hell was he doing here? At a cafe, which held mostly couples. Soul had a distinct memory of the boy saying that he was too Godly for romance, cafes and all of the same sort....or something like that. Soul had only been half listening to his friend rant. Soul, casually leaned to the side in his chair so he could glance past Vanessa without her knowing; and the sight that he saw was quite peculiar. Black Star, was with a girl; who he recognized right away. Those pigtails, the small frame, of none other than his meister. He took note that neither looked like they'd done any physical exercise [Basketball]. He'd honestly predicted that Black Star would get angry, and leave Maka alone while going off to pout or some other childish course of action. But no, what was this? The two were seated across from each other, and it looked...like they were on a date?!

He watched the two curiously, his hand tightening around his mug, and a low growl escaped his throat; which was thankfully drown out by the noise of the place. Black Star had just wiped whipped cream from Maka's cheek. Soul's mood darkened considerably, he didn't know why, but he VERY much so minded his best friend touching his meister in such a way. Though, it bothered him even more when his meister ALLOWED him to do it.

After the two had left, he looked at his girlfriend.

"Vannesa, let's go." He stood abruptly, they'd already payed the bill. The stupid blonde just giggled, and did as she was told. As he walked her home, his thoughts played around in his mind. The bubbly anger growing, he still didn't know why, though, caught up in his emotions he didn't care. He waved the girl off, before walking towards the apartment he shared with Maka.

Once arriving he walked in, shutting the door and sneering at a humming Maka who was currently making herself something to eat. She turned smiling brightly at him, "Welcome back Soul, how was your day?"

His lip curled upwards, still unexplainably angry with her and Black Star for no particular reason. "What's it to you tiny tits?" Stalking off to his room, he closed and locked his bedroom door. Putting on a pair of headphones, and turning up his jazz music, as he lay on his bed.

Maka bit her lip, took a breath that she let out in a sigh and turned back to the stove. He could be such a secluded jerk sometimes.

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AN: Oh, I feel so horrible about making Soul such an asshole. Oh well, I'll get over it. Again, so short I know.....let me know what you think or if something might improve it. :3