And a little bit of chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night, a pair of jeans that fit just right, no mother's lo-ove... And it's funny how the simple things in life matter the most... and if you agree, have a drink with me, and raise your glasses in a toast. (Excerpts from Chicken Fried by the Zac Brown Band. Go check it out, it's an awesome song :3)
"Wait a sec." Maka blinked incredulously. "He's... absent?"
"Absent," Stein confirmed, sighing. "Listen, Maka, I know you're a little slow and this might be a lot to take in..."
"Oh, stop bullying the kid," Mifune laughed and punched the doc in the shoulder. From a distance, Black Star watched intently; baffled by the sudden change in both men's behavior.
The ash-blonde meister tapped her foot; waiting impatiently. Seeing their bickering continue, she scowled and set her jaw. "Fine. He's absent then."
Professor Stein gave Mifune a look and chuckled. He shook his head, exasperated, as he watched her jog away, probably torward her... friends.
"Took her long enough."
oOo
1:56.
"Hurry up. We only have four minutes left," Stein ordered without glancing at the clock. "How are your dissection projects going?"
One by one, each meister and weapon lifted their head to give the gray-haired man a face. Not pleasant ones.
1:57.
"Tsubaki...!" Maka whispered softly, clenching a wrinkled sticky-note in her hand.
"Yes?" Tsubaki blinked at the smaller girl sitting next to her.
"Can you pass this to Soul?"
1:58.
Tsubaki tilted her head but nodded sweetly. "Sure!"
Maka quietly slipped the weapon a slip of paper, and Tsubaki carefully avoided looking at it. A little confused, she handed, quite deftly, the white-haired boy the sticky-note. "Here, Soul," she murmured. "It's from Maka."
1:59.
Soul tilted his chin upward to acknowledge that he'd heard her. Clever process he had, by remaining quiet in front of the strictest professor at the DWMA, while still managing to act "cool." He quickly unfolded the crinkled paper.
2:00.
In two seconds, every living presence inside the classroom - teacher, student, zombie, and Patty - had bolted out the classroom.
Lead by Maka.
Hmm, Soul pondered. That's odd... Usually she can spend every waking minute doing extra credit in this helluva classroom. The albino shrugged, choosing not to be concerned, then glanced briefly down at the paper. Eyes scanning across the neat handwriting, he swallowed a shocked intake of breath.
"DAMMIT, MAKAAAAAA!" he screeched loudly as he dashed out the classroom doors, down the hallway, and out the main doors to the motorcycle that wasn't there.
The note dropped from his hands and fluttered in the breeze.
"Hey, Soul!
Just wanted to let you know that I have your keys, and the motorcycle's mine for this afternoon... and maybe tonight. I'm running an errand, and it might take a while, so I might not even be back 'til later. I left some curry on the counter at home. If you need anything, call someone else.
Pancakes and giraffes,
Maka (:"
oOo
Hmm. Maka frowned in awe. What a beautiful house for a murderer.
Strutting confidently up the front steps, she hesitated before pressing her finger to the doorbell. She could her faint voices and rap music blasting from one of the open windows, and immediately decided that no matter how prim the outside was, the inside of house was probably a mess.
Maka hated messes.
She rang the doorbell anyway.
She could hear shuffling, and the faint voices getting louder as someone drew closer, then unlocked the door (reminding her of Liz's fail to open the door to Maka and Soul's apartment).
"Hey." A boy, taller than her (she scowled at this), with rueful black locks loomed over her. He had sharp blue eyes and was wearing baggy jeans and a black t-shirt.
Emo.
"What're you doing here?" The guy smirked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Who are you?"
"Maka Albarn, scythe meister," Maka replied sharply, without missing a beat. "Is your name Blake?"
"No." The brunette frowned. "Are you looking for him?" He considered Maka's blatant stare a 'yes.'
"What does he got to do with you? He's already got a girlfriend, y'know." He glanced at Maka's small frame.
Maka rolled her eyes, not amused - though she knew he was anything but joking. "Is he in here?" She motioned impatiently to the open door.
"Uhh... y -"
"Thanks," Maka said, sending him a genuinely fake smile. And walked into his house.
Without his permission.
Whoo, she was getting so badass. Stein would be proud.
oOo
Maka didn't have far to walk before she ran into the real Blake.
She hated him from the second she laid eyes on him. Well, she hated him before she first laid eyes on him, but she hated him even more now.
On top of the fact that he tried to kill her Soul (and Black Star and Kid, too), he looked.
Exactly.
Like.
Her.
Papa.
Meaning he was hot, but he still looked.
Exactly.
Like.
Her.
Papa.
"Hello, Blake," she hissed, without waiting to introduce herself and getting straight to the point. "Why did you try to kill my friends?"
Blake chuckled. "You have friends?"
Damn Stein and his little -
"Yes, I do. Don't try to change the subject."
Blake laughed, raising his hands in a surrender. "Hold up. Why do you know my name?" As he talked - or droned, to Maka, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who are you? And how did you get in?"
Maka glared at him coldly. "I don't think we have time for introductions."
"Answer my questions and I'll answer yours."
Maka replied immediately. "I got your name as well as your address from the DWMA rollbook, I'm Maka Albarn, and your doofus friend -"
"Logan. Shoulda known."
"Yeah... so that's it. Now for your questions. Why did you try to kill my friends?"
Blake raised his eyebrows. "I never tried to kill your friends... I swear. I don't even know who you are, or who your friends -"
The music blasting from the one room that Maka had noticed earlier was getting louder and louder.
"I can't hear you!" Maka yelled.
"It must be my girlfriend. C'mon," Blake shouted back and led the way through the hallway and torward his room.
"Hey, Blair!" Blake managed to raise his voice over the loud music. "What're you doing in there?" Shaking his head as he couldn't hear her reply, he fastened his hand on the doorknob.
"Hey, that's funny," Maka said to herself. "I know a Blair, too."
"You do?" For some reason, Blake could hear her voice above the music.
"Yep."
He pulled the door open. Maka peered over his shoulder.
Only to see an all-too-familiar pumpkin cat laying on Blake's bed, painting her nails as she turned the music louder and louder - without using her hands, but rather her words.
"Pum-pumpkin! Pum-pump - oh, hey, Maka!"
"...Blair?"
Well... Spin the bottle isn't really the main topic of this story xP I guess since it's a major event in the story, I thought it would make a good temporary name, and I guess it just stuck.
Now, I guess I'll just have to make the party chapters extra long and hopefully good :) Hope ya enjoyed!
