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Chapter 8
Maka pushed open the door to Souls classroom during her free period. Hey he hung out in her class every day during his free period, for the most part, and she had something to ask him anyway. Why the hell did she feel so weird barging in like this then! He did it to her all the time...
Of course she was usually teaching when he came in.
She expected nothing less from the lump of lazy she called her best friend. His class was in shambles. Students were lounging about everywhere, doing whatever they wanted, while Soul sat staring at them all blankly from the front of the room, reclined in his rolling chair.
Sighing Maka ran a hand over her face, walking up to him, dodging students and chairs throw half-hazardly across the room. She stopped right in front of him, but he did nothing. There was absolutely no reaction, no blink of the eye, twitch of the mouth, or any movement at all. It was unnerving. He was totally gone, his body just a shell unable to contain him when his mind ran away doing whatever it was doing right now. She even waved her hand in front of face a few times, calling his name in varying degrees of loudness.
She was fed up. He wasn't moving so she would just have to move him herself.
Maka eyed the chair curiously, trying to figure out a way to get him out of it. Gripping the side she yanked towards herself violently, pulling the chair out from under him and causing him to fall to the floor with an unmanly yelp. The room instantly quieted, all eyes on the teachers in the front. The ones who knew Maka gaping at the innocent and gentle English teacher. They never thought they would see her do something like that.
And the triumphant grin on her face as she looked down at their teacher sprawled out on the floor, groaning, was plain creepy.
Soul rubbed his head, which had made a very loud and unwelcome acquaintance with the floor recently. "Ok. Whose smartass idea was-" He glanced up, surprisingly met with the emerald eyes of "Maka?" He noticed the grin on her face. Ah so she was the one who pulled his chair out from underneath him. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I came to ask you something, but it seems you were busy not doing your job."
"Heh." Soul reached for her held out hand, pulling himself up with it. "As I've told you numerous time before, music cannot be taught."
"And as I've told you, you have to teach them something."
"They learned something. Watch." Soul scanned the room for a student of the gossiping type. "Jessica. What did you learn in here today?"
"I learned that Tommy and Mayra aren't dating, that it's more of a friends with benefits relationship."
"See."
"Soul-!"
"Remember that pip-squeaks. It'll probably be on the test." The class wrote it down quickly and went back to their loud socializing. They were good about not getting too loud but they were almost loud enough to drown what Maka mumbled beside him. "What?"
She sighed loudly, plopping down in the chair she pushed him out of and rubbing her temples. "I said, I don't know why I like such a lazy person."
Soul started, looking down at her. She couldn't possibly mean... Like that? If she did that made his life a whole lot easier. It was uncool to have her say it first but he'd learn to deal with it.
Wait what if she didn't mean like that? If he just blurted it out and thats not what she meant... She'd be embarrassed. He'd be embarrassed and the whole school would know by tomorrow that he'd been rejected by the dorky AP English teacher.
So he went by the safest route. "What?"
"Do I need to repeat it again?" She threw her hands up exasperatedly, turning those bright intelligent emerald eyes on him.
"No, no. Just elaborate on what you said. To clarify."
Maka looked at him curiously, cocking her head to the side. What was up with him? Was that a blush crawling up his tanned cheeks? "I don't know why I'm friends with someone as lazy as you?" It came out more as a question by the end because as she watched his face fall with some unknown expression. She had never seen that one on him before.
"I don't know why I like such a lazy person." Shit. She had made it sound like she liked him, liked him. Which she didn't. Not like that at least. But did he like her? Is that why he had a little mental freak out right there, because she knew he was having one. She could practically hear the gears in his mind turning.
He sighed. There was that dreaded word. 'Friends.' They were friends. He was so happy he hadn't said anything when he wasn't sure what she had meant. That would have been disastrous. "I don't know either bookworm."
"Hm. Well I came here to ask something."
"Shoot." Soul went into the closet behind her to grab one of the folders full of sheet music. Rifling through it he waited for her answer silently.
"Wanna come over for Thanksgiving?"
His head popped out of the closet in excitement. "Are you cooking?" She nodded happily watching him desperately try to reclaim his cool. "Yeah I'll come over. What time?"
"Eleven-ish?"
"Is anyone else coming?"
"No just the two of us." Liz and Patty were having dinner with Kidd and his father. Tsubaki said she was planning a romantic evening with BlackStar. She had hinted that Soul would be spending Thanksgiving alone and seeing as Maka didn't want to spend the holiday alone either she assumed that he might want to spend it with her. Plus he loved her cooking.
Nothing could have gone wrong.
It was only natural that everything did.
"Maka I don't think that goes in there." Soul was referring to the turkey basker sticking out of the turkey.
"I know what I'm doing." Already she had burned the stuffing to the bottom of the pot, making it an unsalvageable mess. So instead of homemade stuffing they had to have the stuffing from the box. Then she realized she didn't have any corn. The whole point of Thanksgiving was basically the corn. It was what the Indians offered the pilgrims, for gods sake. She didn't even want to think about the other vegetables she had planned on cooking. Lets just say those went down the drain. Literally.
She was almost scared to start peeling the potatoes. She was proceeding cautiously when the slicer slipped, snagging the skin on her thumb and peeling that instead. Maka winced, not liking the sight of her own blood, liking even less the feeling of water flowing over the wound. When it was clean she set to it again. By the third sliced finger she was fed up.
The minute she saw the blood welling up she threw the slicer across the cutting board, picking up and tossing a potato for extra measure. Soul watched the frustrate girl make noises and appear to be arguing with herself. It was time to intervene.
Maka froze in her silent rant as she felt Souls arms snake around her, grabbing her wrists and resting his forehead against the back of her head. She smelled like vanilla and peaches. It was intoxicating.
Soul held her that way until she relaxed into him. "How are your fingers?" He mumbled against her hair, not really wanting to disturb her newfound peace.
"Shredded." Maka sighed, looking at her bloodied fingers and her disaster of a dinner with the beginning of tears in her eyes. "This was a disaster. I don't know how I'll ever get it done now."
"Why don't we eat out?" Maka shot a glare over her shoulder at Soul who was still holding her tenderly. He backpedaled quickly, almost stumbling over himself in his haste to not make her angry with any stupid comments on this holiday. "Or. Or we could pick something up?"
"That's even worse!" Maka jerked away from him, her hip bumping painfully against the side of her granite counter as she moved away from him. "This was supposed to be perfect." She mumbled under her breath, clutching her hip and breathing through the pain.
"It's pretty perfect to me. I haven't had a Thanksgiving with someone since I left my parents."
"B-but I messed up everything!"
"No you didn't. You messed up dinner."
"Dinner was everything." Maka deadpanned over her shoulder. Soul just didnt understand how much it had meant to her. Usually her meal was small, and lonely. This year was supposed to be different. But she couldn't even cook a decent holiday meal for one of her friends who was just as lonely as she was.
"No. Not being alone for this holiday was everything. You didn't need to make a perfect meal."
"The only reason you came is because you wanted my food."
"Oh Maka I'm hurt. That's not what I'm here for." Soul grinned, leaning against the counter.
"No?" Soul shook his head. "Well that's surprising. What are you here for then?"
"The Chinese food we will undoubtedly have to order."
Soul ducked behind the island as the cookbook came sailing towards his head. It landed one where in the sink, joining the leftover vegetables. "That's not funny Soul!"
His eyes peeked over the edge, laughing at her. "I thought it was pretty cool."
"Hmph." Maka crossed her arms angrily over her chest and proceeded to pout, her forehead scrunched up and her bottom lip stuck out tauntingly. "The delivery numbers are in the drawer under the oven."
Tsubaki and BlackStar walked hand in hand through the park after their delicious homemade Thanksgiving dinner. BlackStar was unusually quiet, mussing his already disheveled hair even more as he ran his hands through nervously.
Tsubaki watched on in concern. He only ever acted like this when he had something bad to tell her. It couldn't be too bad... he didn't have any roses.
Turning her attention to the night she noticed how beautiful it was. There was a full moon reflecting brightly off the lake they were strolling around. The park was otherwise quiet, except for a few bird calls and the occasional car sound. The ground was slightly dewy from the light rain they had had earlier in the day and it was a little humid outside. Not so humid that she was sweating but just humid enough that some of her hairs were sticking to the back of her neck.
All in all, with everything considered, it was romantic night and she wouldn't want to be spending it with anyone else.
Tsubaki was startled out of her thoughts when BlackStar cleared his throat. "So Tsubaki I've been thinking. We've been dating for a really practically and it's taken me way to long to get up the courage to do this." Tsubaki gasped when BlackStar got on his knee in the damp grass and pulled out a small velvet box. It couldn't be. "But will you marry me?"
Her hand shot to her mouth, and she just managed to nod wordlessly before the tears started flowing. He had finally done it. She was getting married! She knew if she waited long enough he would finally ask her even though everyone else told her she was crazy. She didn't mind the wait though. She knew she loved him and she would have been fine if she had never married him as long as they were together.
BlackStar got up slowly, reaching to cup her face and wipe her tears away with the rough pad of his thumb. "Babe, why are you crying?"
"I-I am ju-just so hap-ppy." She flung her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly to show just how happy she was.
There was only one thought running through BlackStars mind at that moment.
She said yes.
A/N
HE PROPOSED! HELL YEAH!
Alright to all of you who read Little Vampire I am in the process of trying to continue it. We'll see how that goes.
i recently got back into ATLA so if you guys ship Tokka you will be pleased to hear that I will possibly be posting a Tokka fic sometime.
now for the next three or four updates on the schedule I will not be updating. Let me say it again I WILL NOT BE UPDATING FOR A GOOD TWO WEEKS AFTER THIS. I am going on a trip for a week and then I will have to catch up on my schoolwork. if inspiration decides to bop me in the head sometime in those weeks i might just write something but I won't have much time. Hopefully I satisfied you with this chapter. A little Soma fluff and the proposal. Seems pretty filling to me.
Thats all for now folks!
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