AHHH! I haven't updated in a while. I apologize, but I'm just such a busy weekend person. Y'know, friends and what-not. Gotta have that social life! Anyways, back to the story!
Crimson bed sheets were spread around in disarray from tossing and turning. In the midst of those sheets lay a tan, white-haired teen. His eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing shocking crimson eyes. His hands moved to rub the sleep away. The bed groaned as he turned to his side, stretching a bit as he looked at his clock. The time read 10:36 am... 10:36 am... SCHOOL!
Soul leapt from his bed, sprinting over to his dresser and ripping its drawers open. His mind went into panic mode. Stein was going to murder him! He sifted through his clothes, blindly grabbing a plain, navy blue v-neck and black jeans. He threw them on with record speed. He paused a moment to make sure he didn't have his shirt on inside out and his pants on backwards. When everything seemed alright, he continued his epic dash to get ready.
Bowls and silverware were tossed around as he frantically tried to make himself some breakfast. He dumped some Frosted Mini-Wheats into a bowl, pouring his preferred amount of milk on top. He took it with him as he raced down the hall and into the bathroom. He caught sight of the door to his guest bedroom on the way. Something in the back of his mind was screaming at him to go into that room, but he couldn't remember exactly why. He decided to shrug it off and continue trying to get ready.
Half a bowl of cereal and a perfect hairstyle later, Soul was leaving the bathroom. He eyed that door again, getting the same feeling as before. He searched his mind, going over the events of the past week for any clues as to why it seemed so important. Then, it clicked. The night before. Maka... Shit.
He jogged into the kitchen, tossing the rest of his cereal into the sink for him to deal with later. He jogged back down the hall to 'Maka's' room and beat on the door urgently. He heard a loud thud on the other side of the door, though he resisted the urge to snicker. She had probably fallen out of the bed. Footsteps could be heard, followed by the door swinging open. There stood Maka, ruffled and pajama-clad from sleep. She was glaring at him through tired eyes. He ignored how adorable she seemed in that moment.
"MAKA! It's already 10:30! We need to go!" Soul yelled, failing miserably at keeping his cool.
He watched Maka's viridian eyes widen. Her mouth fell open as all of the color drained from her face. If he hadn't been in such a rush, he might have found it comical. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"
"Because I just woke up too!" He exclaimed. "Now hurry and get dressed!"
She did as he instructed, slamming the door behind her and running through her room in a flurry of clothes and hair products. Soul threw on a black leather jacket and his custom yellow and black sneakers as he waited for Maka to finish up. His backpack was slung over his shoulder in a manner he percieved as cool. His scarlet eyes flicked to the clock hanging from the wall. It was 11:05 already! Lunch would be in twenty five minutes.
Maka burst into the room, looking about as ready as she could possibly manage, given the situation. Soul nodded to her, signalling that it was time to go. She jogged to catch up with him, following close behind as he led her to his truck. The keys spun around his finger as he walked up to his beautiful maroon Chevy. Maka ran around to the passenger's side.
The two teens hopped inside, quickly buckling their seat belts. Soul jammed the keys into the ignition, twisting them to start up his truck. The engine roared to life, making both of them settle down a bit. Soul checked all of his guages, eyes skimming over each one. They locked onto the fuel guage and he felt his stomach drop. He didn't even have enough gas to make it to the gas station.
He let out a frustrated growl, his head falling to smack into the steering wheel. "Fuck me." He moaned, feeling utterly defeated.
"What's wrong?" Maka asked urgently, green eyes filled with worry.
"I'm out of gas." Soul sighed.
He yanked the keys back out of the car. Maka opened the car door and slid out, Soul following suit. "We're taking the pit bike." Soul decided.
Maka simply nodded. Suddenly, Soul was extremely grateful for having left the 110 under the canopy early this morning. He jogged over to it, Maka close behind him, and threw a leg over its textured seat. He cranked it in one kick, twisting the throttle a bit to warm up the engine. He sat high on the seat, leaving enough room for Maka to sit on the back.
Once Maka had wrapped her thin arms around Soul's waist, he dropped a few gears into third. He took off down the driveway, wind whipping across his face. His ivory hair blew back with the force of the wind. He could feel Maka bury her face into his back, probably trying to avoid the wind. He let a tiny smile grace his lips as he twisted the throttle back a bit more.
They broke out near the highway, and Soul made sure to stay in the grass. He dropped into fourth gear and held the throttle pinned. He made sure to avoid any pot holes or rough ground so that he wouldn't lose control of his bike. The last thing he needed right now was a reck, especially with Maka on the back. He shook his head, ridding himself of any negative mental images that had formed from the thought of crashing.
The drive took a bit longer than it would have had they gone by car, but they made it there nonetheless. Soul pulled into one of the bike racks, cutting the engine. The two teens hopped from the little Suzuki. Maka watched as Soul chained and locked the motorcycle to the bike rack. She rolled her eyes, wondering why he had hurried so much only to take fifteen minutes to chain his bike to the rack.
Once he was finally finished with that, Soul and Maka sprinted across the school's campus. It was 11:40, meaning lunch was already about half way over. They navigated their way through Shibusen and to the cafeteria where everyone else would be. They skidded to a stop directly in front of the double doors, hearing the loud chatter of students and smelling the horrible cafeteria food.
The lunchroom doors burst opened, revealing an exhausted looking Soul and a disheveled Maka. The occupants of the cafeteria turned to see who could possibly be coming in this late. The chatter died down as nearly everyone's eyes locked onto Soul and Maka. They both performed the walk of shame to their table, ignoring the murmurs and the spreading of rumors around them.
Soul slumped into his usual seat, letting his head fall onto the table with a thud. Black*Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, and Kid all stared at the pair of late-comers with wide eyes. A few moments of painful silence went by before anyone dared to speak. One voice, however, was brave enough to ask the question they were all dying to know.
"What the hell happened to you two?" Black*Star asked a bit louder than necessary.
"Don't ask." Soul groaned.
Haha, lateness... What a fun chapter. Sorry if it's a bit short. I wasn't really in the writing mood today :/. Anyways, please review. It makes my day a bit brighter.
