One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]
Rated M for Mature content
Genre: Romance, Suspense
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Fiction
SunshinGirl09
Soul
Wes' entrance was totally uncalled for. I didn't expect someone like him to step on the scene. Though I doubted many people here knew him, it seemed as if they were surprised as well. All food stopped flying in the air and my brother dodged chunks of chicken smoothly by shifted slightly to the left, his blood red eyes on me.
The air seemed to freeze. Did other people sense that his presence was deadly? I hoped that it wasn't only fucking me because that would be ridiculous. I didn't want this Christmas party to be ruined either. Why did Wes have to come and fuck it up? Honestly.
I still hadn't given Maka her present.
"I am looking for a Soul Evans." Wes announced to my distaste.
I bitterly looked at him, knowing full well that he was aware of my location.
Maka glanced up at me from under the table as she slowly rose and stood by me. I was tempted to push her back down. That idiot girl. Showing herself in front of my brother again. I didn't want him to think we were close. I didn't want him to talk to her. Ever. I didn't want him to harass her. Especially since she wasn't a musician.
Kid pointed towards me, confused.
Everyone just stared at my brother also wondering what was going on. They didn't understand they were being hypnotized. Not literally. But Wes' presence just kinda had that effect. It was like the calm before the storm. It was the feeling of knowing something was going to go wrong. Like shit was going down.
But I wasn't about to let that happen.
"What do you want?" I tried to keep my voice from sounding like a growl but I guess it didn't come out that way.
My brother seemed amused at my anger. He was used to it though. He just played with that expression because he knew it pissed me off to an unlimited extent.
"To take you home, brother." I hated that he addressed me that way, making it clear to everyone in the goddamn room that I was related to this freak.
I narrowed my eyes. Why would he need to take me home? Had mom sent him? More importantly, how did he find me? I told my family that I was going to a party. I didn't even specify that it was a Christmas party, though it'd probably make sense considering it was December 24th. But still, I didn't understand how they could've possibly found out the location. I said nothing about where I was going exactly. I didn't mention and names, streets or even that it was actually in Death City.
So how the fuck did they find me?
"Why?" I wondered with a raised brow.
"I think you know why." He remarked coolly, his hands in his pocket, standing near the entrance still.
No, I don't think I actually fucking know why.
Maka kept glancing over at me and I wished that she would stop. Honestly. Was she trying to make it obvious that we were friends? I thought about how I had kissed her not long ago and mentally slapped myself for being so stupid. I was lucky that she didn't slap me. Seriously. When did I start feeling this way about her? Didn't matter right now though. All that mattered was getting Wes to freaking go away. But I didn't think I could do that unless I went with him.
"Fine." I complied angrily, glancing at the blonde girl next to me.
Was I doing this for her? Ugh. This love-hate relationship between the two of us was getting annoying and she looked at me, a look that begged me to stay. Part of me didn't want to depart but I figured Wes was totally killing the mood for this fucking awesome party. Dammit.
"Soul..." She whispered.
I hushed her with a click of my tongue. She crinkled her nose. I sensed an uproar or breakout anytime soon so it was time to bolt. Not that I couldn't deal with her mood swings and sudden illogical arguments that targeted men, making them the ones always at fault, but I didn't want Wes to watch. So I just walked away.
"Good." Wes concluded, his eyes flashing to Maka then to me. He then lingered on her a little longer before waving me over.
The gesture pissed me off extremely. But I kept my anger under control.
"Bye guys." I waved coolly, being the cool guy that I was.
Maka's present would just have to wait. But it weighed down in my pocket. No way I was giving it to her with everybody watching though.
Maka
When Soul left, I felt my heart sink. He had become the core reason that I was enjoying this party. While I loved all my other friends, I was just experiencing the new feelings that I had developed for him and it was all blowing up in my heart right now.
He kissed me. He made the move. I had it sketched into my brain with a permanent marker that all men were evil but I regretted that thought when Soul popped through my mind. Why was it like that? Why was Soul different? He could be so disrespectful sometimes. He could be so blunt. Rude. Insensitive. But then at the same time, when he cares ... it's the best feeling. It made me feel like I was floating on a cloud when the small moments, that he made efforts to make, happened.
How was he different? Or maybe it's because we're both outcasts.
"Maka!" Tsubaki waved in front of my face. "Hey!"
My eyes brightened off and I realized that I was staring at the closed door that Soul had left through.
"Now don't tell me you miss him already." Tsubaki smiled, glancing over at her boyfriend, making a quick check that Black Star wasn't currently destroying anything. "I mean, you and Soul seemed to be so close moments ago." She informed me. "Like you were on the same wavelength."
The word 'wavelength' stuck to my mind. What had Tsubaki meant? Were we in sync? Thinking alike? Soul and I? No way...
But I was now starting to feel the effects of missing him and he'd only been gone for five minutes..
"Tsubaki...how do you know if you like someone?" I questioned.
"Like Soul?" She giggled.
"Like...anyone..." I answered, trying not to specify 'Soul'.
Tsubaki looked up thinking.
"First of all, you can't come up with a reason why you like them. Second, when you're with them, it's like everyone else in the room disappears. Third...you don't have to tell them to keep a secret a secret, they already know. And lastly, you constantly bicker. Well at least you don't always get along. If you're always getting along with someone, once you get into your first real fight, disaster happens. The last one is more advice than anything." Tsubaki winked at me.
"Isn't that considered love?" I questioned, not think that was criteria for a crush.
"So you love Soul?" Tsubaki suggested.
I scoffed.
"I don't believe in love, Tsubaki." She gave me a confused expression. "At least not yet."
Tsubaki shrugged. "I guess you have to date someone to know."
I narrowed my eyes.
"You implying something, girl?" I joked but my heart fluttered at the thought of Soul and I going out. But it wasn't as if I hadn't dated before. I dated egotistical Kyou back in ninth grade. I thought I was in love and well...look at how that turned out. They turned out to be a gang. I got kidnapped, almost raped, and barely escaped with my virginity and a gun. I don't think that exactly qualifies as the perfect date.
"Maka...just go after him." Tsubaki said, glancing over at Black Star again because he was harassing Ox about something irrelevant to ...well anything.
I almost screamed at that ridiculous idea but I remembered that I hadn't given him his gift yet. From my purse, I pulled out a plastic bag.
"Here," I handed it to Tsubaki. "Everyone's Christmas presents."
Tsubaki smiled.
"Wish I could give you a ride." She suddenly said with a laugh. "I'll go ask Liz or Kid."
I shrugged.
"I'll take the bus." I answered, feeling a burst of confidence, fingering the gift card for Soul in my pocket.
Soul
A goddamn dinner party. The food was shit too.
I glanced around at the prestigious musicians seated at our table and wondered if my mom had anything else to do with her life.
Of course Blair was here to, glaring at me the whole time. Whoops. Probably shouldn't have pretended to hook up with her. I knew it wasn't a cool thing, what I did to her. But still, the only thing she looked for in a guy was his body so it's not like I was breaking her heart or hurting her feelings.
I considered starting another food fight here but that would probably get me grounded but I mean, come on! It would be so damn funny.
"Boy, are you disrespecting me?" My mother scolded, in front of everyone. "Sit up straight."
I thought about slumping even further down just to piss her off but I valued my life more than the average emo kid.
"Sorry." I mumbled and to her satisfaction, sat straighter.
So then of course I became the topic of discussion for the dinner table. People talked about my incredible piano school but somehow the subject of my brother managed to squeeze its way in there which resulted in Wes smirking, glancing over at me.
I returned with the look with a glare.
About a half hour into dinner I had had about enough. I stood up, grabbing my dish. To make up for this abrupt behavior, I covered it with something to make it seem like I was trying to be proper.
"Anyone else done?" I inquired. "I can take your plates."
"Oh quite the gentleman!" Someone complimented.
Only did it to get out of the room.
My mother seemed to approve though her expression remained the same.
I cleared the table and began the dishes. It took about 45 minutes to get everything done. Maids had insisted on assisting me but I felt like I needed to do them for no particular reason. Maybe I was just scared my mom would come in and find me being unproductive.
When I was done, I sneaked upstairs, avoiding my parents and locked myself in my room for the night.
Sitting on my bed, I thought about Maka, regretting not giving her present sooner.
Maka
The city bus dropped me off about a block away from Soul's house. Took long enough. I didn't know that it didn't come to the stop near Kid's house for another twenty minutes and then I had to go to a bunch of other stops on the way. It was almost eleven by the time I arrived in Soul's rich neighborhood.
I hadn't really planned on what I was going to say. He'd probably be pissed that I came back because he clearly didn't want me to say anything back at the party. And it was now that I remembered I was still in my party dress.
When I got to this gigantic house (not as big as Kid's though) I stopped at the front door. Then I glanced upward in thought. Maybe ringing the doorbell wouldn't be the best idea. Soul probably wouldn't like the idea of his family knowing I was over. Besides he was probably sleeping.
I was about to leave for good, disappointed when an idea suddenly popped in my head. A completely ridiculous idea.
So I skipped around to the back of the house, spotting Soul's window. In the movies they always had some sort of rock to toss at the window. I looked around. There were no rocks. Or there was a tree that they could climb. I looked around once more. No tree by his window.
I was disheartened and glanced at my phone to look at the time. 10:43 PM. And that's when another idea came to mind. I was determined.
Blinking, I flipped my phone over and tried to stick my fingers underneath the case, prying it open. Once it was off, I squinted, looking at the window above my head. Then I tossed the hard, plastic case. It missed terribly. I frowned. I was not about to give up.
So I tried a few more times. Failed again. My phone case was the same weight as a small pebble too!
"Man..." I whispered. "The movies are so fake!"
I jumped up tossing it again, failing once more. Then another idea crossed my mind. While there were no trees close enough to Soul's window where I could reach and touch, they were close enough to throw a phone case.
I hopped onto the thick trunk of a tree and started to shimmy upwards, well aware of the expensive dress I was wearing, which didn't make climbing any more easy. I didn't go all the way up but I got close enough to the window where I knew I could make it.
Then I chucked my phone case. It hit the window hard and fell down. A shadow, Soul's, in the room stirred. But to no avail, he didn't get up. I was about to have a tantrum but then I remembered that I still had the other side of my phone case in my purse, which was securely strapped around my shoulder.
I pried it off and gripped the tree for more support. When I threw the case, it successfully smacked the window, even harder than the first throw, but it also caused me to lose my balance. I tried gripping the tree for dear life but was falling. My hands scraped against it, slowing my momentum, but still sliding downward. Shrieking, I landed with a thump, feeling the wind knocked out of me as I looked up in a daze at the window above me.
The shadow stirred more and finally Soul looked out the window. I could barely see anything but I saw him twitch in shock. He thrust the window open.
"Maka!" Soul hissed. "What are you doing?"
Shaking my head,I slumped upwards.
"Present..." I answered in a ditzy tone, still totally dizzy.
"Dammit...idiot! Are you okay?" He seemed to be the one having a tantrum.
I shook my head a few more times, examining my dress, thankful there were no scratches but my hands weren't so lucky. They were bleeding out.
"Hang on..." Soul muttered, his shadow disappearing.
I wanted to get up but couldn't move.
Soon though, Soul reappeared next to me helping me up. I tried to ignore the fact that he was in sweats and no shirt. And there was an ugly scar etched across his abs.
"What were you thinking?" He questioned, examining my hands, trying to hide a worried expression.
"I had to get your attention!" I said with a huff, trying not to act cute but my stomach was doing flip flops.
"Why didn't you just text me?"
. . .
I almost punched a wall. Too bad I was slumped on Soul. I could've broken out into a scream. Why didn't I think of that?
"Come on." Soul muttered.
"Oh asshole." I mumbled back. "Now you're letting me in."
He rolled his eyes in the dark.
I thought about giving him my signature hi five but my hands weren't in the best condition for that.
Soul led me into his house and I was familiar with it. We walked up the same dramatic staircase and into his room.
"Sit." He ordered, cursing under his breath as he searched through his drawer on his nightstand.
From the drawer, he withdrew some gauze and medical tape.
"You just keep that kind of stuff in your room?" I questioned with a snicker and as it got silent I immediately regretted it.
Soul. Cutter. Shit.
"Soul I didn't-"
"It's fine." He muttered. I couldn't tell if he was angry or not but he took my hands in his and starting putting disinfectant on them. It stung but I was tough and didn't flinch. Then he wrapped them carefully, avoiding eye contact.
He then sat down next to me. Silence.
Finally he broke it.
"So you go me a present eh?" He flashed a pointy grin.
I brightened up.
"Hell yeah! Be appreciative, bastard." I smiled, pulling out the gift card.
He looked at it and chuckled.
'For my favorite asshole.'
"I love this store...it's the only place I shop." Soul informed me. "How'd you know?"
I shrugged, feeling proud.
"Lucky guess. Figured you'd like any place that played music."
Soul
She was better at reading me than I thought. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Well it turns out," I informed her. "I got something for you too, Wormie."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. I kind of liked that look on her. Especially if I was the cause of it.
I reached into my drawer and pulled out the gift. It was then that I remembered I was shirtless and didn't even think about it when I had come out to see Maka. I was just getting too comfortable around that nerdy ass.
I handed her the small box. She blinked, turning it over.
"Would ya just open it?" I tried not to growl with impatience. It was hard enough being this nice. I liked it better when we were arguing.
"I hear you..." she remarked, pulling off the cover. She reached in and pulled out a silver charm bracelet with just one charm on it. A book with the word fiction scribbled upon it.
The smile that was suddenly on her face roped my stomach into tight knots. A tear was close to sliding down her cheek.
"Soul..."She sniffled. "This is actually...thoughtful." She paused again. "I've never gotten a gift like..." But the girl trailed off hugging the gift.
I didn't know how to break the silence with anything but humor.
"Well...it was cheap okay." She wasn't listening to me though.
We spent the next half hour chatting.
Maka
Around eleven thirty I knew that I was going to have to leave. The streets weren't the best at night as they were but now it was getting really late.
"Need me to drive you?" Soul offered. "Don't want your non-athletic-fuck ass walking home and getting attacked."
I didn't know whether it was him being nice or mean. Or both.
"Um." I was about to challenge him to a tennis match or something but shrugged instead. "Eh. I'm used to it."
Soul didn't take that too well.
"Okay so then you probably would mind me driving you?" He continued, ignoring my remark.
Well. It would beat walking.
So Soul drove me home in his expensive Lexus. The whole time we spent together in his room and in the car we never talked about the kiss and I didn't know if I should bring it up or not. It didn't matter though. Because this was the best Christmas Eve I'd had in such a long time.
"Soul..." I said exiting the car when we arrived at my apartment complex.
"Hmmm?" He glanced out the window at me.
"Merry Christmas!" I called loudly, not caring if it bothered anyone because it was quarter to midnight.
Soul looked up, trying not to smile.
"Yeah, merry Christmas to you too, Worm."
I tried to not burst out laughing as he drove off shaking his head.
When I walked inside my apartment, I dropped the keys on the counter tiredly and sauntered to the kitchen table, faint snoring sounds coming from the bedroom. Papa was home. Alone too. Thank god. Then something caught my eye.
On top of the table there was a green and red piece of cake with a big Santa structure made of frosting. Under the plate, there was a card. I pulled it out.
Dear Maka,
I know that you like the most frosting so I got this for you baby! I tried calling you twice but the phone got disconnected. I know you're smart and you'll come home when you're done at you're party. Pleeeeaseeee don't hate your Papa! :(
Merry Christmas!
A tear slid down my cheek. I missed the days when my dad wasn't always drunk. Because this was how he acted. And I always acted annoyed but the truth was I missed it. So much.
"Papa...I miss you." I whispered.
But this truly was becoming the best Christmas.
A/N: Ahahahaaaa don't shoot me! I updated finally with a longer chapter. Yes but there was hardcore AP testing! I OWNED THAT BITCH BY THE WAY! Yeah I was terrified for it but I'd been studying months before and I did not want to fail. So I took it and basically I'm the only one who thought it was easy. I was the only one who studied for three months though...so yeah. I couldn't update within those weeks. But yeah next week is my last week of school and finals ughhh on the last day. I miss middle school last year when we had fun. Well...we started the legendary eighth grade food fight last year on the last day of school :D Every school in the district knew about it. Most epic day at lunch ever. *sigh* So anyway! Hope you guys are enjoying the story! Review!