Sooooo, I don't have a computer at all to write so I'll be writing stories on my tablet instead. Hopefully I can get this chapter out soon enough for me. Which it most likely wont seeing as im working on five million other stories at the same time, but anyway. Sorry if it ends up being short, I just want to update. Enjoy! Also, this story is both on Wattpad and Fan . So sometimes I will refer to myself as either Mayanie-san or AAAS. Just so you don't get confused Reader-chan. And yes, I am using the same OC for my other Soul Eater story. Myra is my go -to oc for soul eater. Deal with it.

Chapter 8: The Answer?

Third person POV

It was exactly one week after Kid went home. And on that day, was a special day that Maka made up for bonding with Soul, but when Myra and Donna became partners, they were forced to participate as well. This thing happened twice a year. At first Myra and Donna dreaded the day, but when they found it was easier to resonate their souls, the girls started to enjoy it. Though Myra always wore her earbuds and listened to her music. It helped clear their minds and get stuff done. During the fall, the four teens would clean up the yard. During the spring, it would be tidying the house. And because they are all teenagers, fights would happen. Although most of them were between Soul and Maka.

Maka decided, since it was November and all the leaves were off the trees, they would do yard work. Myra actually got up before everyone else that morning, which was strange seeing as she almost never woke up before eleven thirty in the morning. That particular morning, she woke up at 9:43 . She had a feeling it was going to be a good day, so she was cheerful.

Maka had woken up to the sound of Myra making herself some oatmeal. Myra wasn't the most quiet person in the world.

"Morning Maka," Myra said cheerfully to her twin. Knowing her sister, Maka felt like something was wrong, but using the 'Twin sense' she found nothing wrong. Just...happiness. For no real reason either.

"Uhm... Morning. Why are you so cheerful this early in the morning?" Maka asked curious to know why her sister was so...how would she word it? Ah yes, not a sarcastic bitch.

"Dunno, I woke up and had this feeling today is gonna be a good day. Ya know what I mean?" Myra replied.

"No, not really. "

"Hmm," Myra thought while stirring the oatmeal in a pot. She then decided it need brown sugar and a little bit of butter. Making that decision she went to the cupboard to look for the sugar. After locating the bag with the scooper in it, Myra searched for the butter. It didn't take long , seeing as it was in the door shelf of the fridge.

While mixing the oatmeal once more, Myra added a half cup of the brown sugar and one small square of butter to the oatmeal. After a few minutes Donna and Soul came down from their room, both had their hair sticking up in different directions. For Soul, it was more than usual. Seeing the two look like that, Myra snickered and Maka rolled her eyes, disgusted her friends would do something so dirty in her home.

(I'm really lazy and don't really know where to go from here, so I'll just do a change in POV and small time skip)

***Kid's POV ***

-about an hour later-

"Would you just hold still, Kid?!" Liz exclaimed

"Yeah Kid! We're just trying to help!" Patti added holding me down and duct taping me to a chair in the living room. These girls are driving me insane!

"But you're making me look asymmetrical!" I complained. The two were doing my hair, and it felt AWFUL! I will never have these two do my hair ever again. I saw one of Liz's vein pulsing on her forehead.

"I'm making you asymmetrical?" She asked menacingly. " It can't get worse than those stripes you have on one side of your head! " she scolded me while turning on our stereo that started playing my Owl City album Ocean Eyes.

"Y-you're right. I'm asymmetrical trash! I don't deserve to even think about dating Myra! " and then started banging my head on the back of the chair I was duct taped to. Liz looked at Patti like she regretted saying what she said.

"Kid, no, I'm sorry. You're not trash. And you like her a lot, so its okay to think about that," she told me in a soothing voice.

"Yeah! If you were trash you would smell bad, but you don't! " Patti chimed.

"Really? " I asked , with a bump forming on the back of my head.

"Yeah, of course. And I'm sure that Myra will say yes," Liz continued to reassure me. "When we're done with you, there's no way she'll say no." She beamed at me.

"Thanks," I sniffed. This may be how I usually act when I'm told about my stripes, but I was legitimately worried about how Myra would react when I ask her on a date today. A million different scenarios went through my head on how she would react. Most of them...weren't pleasant.

Liz then started to open a container of hair gel while Patti grabbed the brush, the song changed on the stereo to "Hello Seattle" and they got to work.

Patti violently brushed my hair back and while she did that, Liz used the hair gel to keep it slicked back. This whole process was done several times because Patti would spike it up or put it in some crazy design that made Liz scold her. I honestly didn't want to see anyway. Liz finally finished doing my hair after about three songs. She then set to doing my make up. I protested when she pulled out her two hundred dollar makeup kit, but she wouldn't have any of my complaining.

"Fine, but I'm going to complain the whole time," I warned her. She just rolled her eyes at me and started applying foundation that was a shade darker than my natural skin tone.

"This is stupid," I complained.

"I know," she said, continuing to do my makeup while the song 'Dental Care ' was playing.

"This color is too dark."

"No, it makes you look tanner."

" Is this going to take much longer?"

"Yes," she stated digging out her blush and eye-shadow.

"No, you are not putting that on my face," I told her. She ignored me and put blush on my cheeks and nose. She then picked a nude color for my eye-shadow.

"Why do I need eye-shadow? I'm a male. "

"The right color makes your eye color look brighter, bolder, and more intense," she responded.

"You should do commercials for this stuff."

"I know, now stop talking and close your eyes so I can put this stuff on."

I followed her order, closing my eyes and feeling a strange sensation on my eyelids that I assumed was the eye-shadow brush thingy. I couldn't see what she was doing but after a song change, I felt something else on my face. It felt like a tissue. Is she really wiping it all off after I had to go through that?

"Kay Kid, you can open your eyes now," Liz told me after a moment or two. I opened my eyes to see Patti holding a mirror towards herself. "Patti, other way," Liz told her younger sister.

"Oopsie, here you go Kid!" She smiled and turned the mirror around so I could see my reflection. I could hardly believe my eyes. There were newly defined cheekbones on my face, and like Liz said, my eyes looked a lot brighter. There was more color to my usually pale face, but it looked completely natural. My hair was slicked back so more of my forehead was showing. But not in a bad way. The hair style itself was amazing as well. It looked like Loki's hair from the Avengers and Thor movies. The only difference was the stripes.

(A/n I feel like despite his ocd, Kid is a huge fan of superhero movies, especially Marvel)

Liz gave me an approving nod and Patti clapped excitedly against the handle of the mirror. If it was physically possible, my jaw would have dropped to the floor.

"Liz, why are you not a professional makeup artist for celebrities?" I asked, praising her.

"Because I chose the thug life before you took Patti and I off the streets," she replied smiling. "Now, let's see what we can do about your clothes for today. Patti, cut the tape please."

The two of them had gone shopping the other day and came back with five shopping bags each, though I assumed most of it was for Liz. After they had finished cutting me free, I was dragged to Liz's room, where they shoved several prepared outfits into my arms then pushed me into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I sighed looking at the asymmetrical patterns on many of the shirts, random tears on jeans, and too many pockets. I settled for a grey T-shirt , and a red and black, short sleeved, flannel patterned outer shirt (the most symmetrical of the bunch) and denim skinny jeans which I wasn't used to wearing, but the other jeans were either to baggy or too asymmetrical. When I stepped out of the bathroom, the girls looked me over twice, saying nothing. I wasn't sure if that was such a good thing or not. Patti rustled through one of the bags and pulled out a black fedora, a pair of sunglasses, and two watches.

She handed me each item one at a time as I put them all on. I didn't like how the sunglasses looked so I took them off. Liz didn't argue, she just put them back in the bag. The watches were the exact same, thank Dad. (A\N 'thank god' 'thank Death' 'thank Dad' all the same meaning since Lord Death is his dad) Liz walked me over to her full length mirror so I could take it all in. Have to give credit to these girls, I looked really good because of them, and I hoped Myra would think the same, or at the very least, not ridicule me. As i thought that, I started getting butterflies again. I forced myself to relax when my weapons came into the reflection.

"So what do you think?" I asked them, completely relying on their womanly sense of style.

"You look hot, Kid. Hell, if you weren't like a brother to me, I wouldn't let Myra have you," Liz praised. It felt awkward to hear her say that, but also good.

"You look really good Kid! Nice change from the stuffy suit you always wear!" Patti added.

"That suit is very comfortable and symmetrical," I said, pouting a little.

"Whatever,the point is, we are done, you look good, and its time for you to make your move," Liz said. I nodded in agreement.

***ten minutes later***

We were on our way to the Twins' place, Liz and Patti came along to make sure I didn't chicken out. I could see their house just a few hundred yards in front of me. I went over what I was going to say about twenty times in my head and felt ready. Just thinking about only the good reactions that might come from her when I ask. That made me more confident. One hundred yards to go, and I was starting to get butterflies again. No, Kid calm down. If you get nervous you'll blow the whole thing. I told myself. I could see their front yard now. Leaf piles around the front and sides. Maka, Soul, Donna, and Myra were working in the middle of the yard where more leaves were on the ground.

"Well, she looks busy, maybe we should just come back some other day," I said, turning on my heel. But Liz turned me right around.

"No Kid. Its now or never. If you don't ask her now, you never will. " she told me. "Now go ask." She and Patti pushed me onto the lawn and hid by the fence of the next door neighbours. I looked forward and took a deep breath to calm my nerves before walking towards Myra. Despite her being sweaty from work, she still looked good in a messy sort of way. She wore a Blink 182 shirt along with a grey hoodie and sweat pants. Her flaming red hair was tied back in a messy ponytail with enough hair to hang by her face.

I walked up behind her and took another deep breath before speaking.

"Myra, I know we only became friends a few months ago, but I think we should be something more. I'm not asking long term right now, but I am asking for a chance. So, uh, would you want to go on a date with me? " I said . She turned around to face me and jumped a little as if she didn't know I was behind her. Then... She took out her ear buds. I could hear Liz face palming from the other yard and I wanted to just run over to my weapons and go home, but refrained from doing so.

"Oh hey Kid. What are you doing here looking all nice like that?" She asked me. I wanted to shoot my foot right there. She hasn't heard a single thing I said and now the other three were looking in our direction. Kill me please, someone, anyone. I thought. All my confidence drained, but I had to try again. Though, I didn't want it to be so... Observed.

"Well, I, uh...you see..." I stuttered out. She was looking up at me, not by much, but still looking up into my eyes. It was scaring me. She raised an eyebrow as if to say 'get on with it'

"Iwantedtoknowifyouwouldgoonadatewithme," I quickly said.

"What? Kid I can't understand you when you talk that fast. Use your words and be slower," she told me. Seriously, are there no Kishins around to just rip out my soul right now? Because that would be great! I sighed and took a their deep breath.

"Do you want to go out on a date with me? " I asked. Her eyes went wide. "If you don't, I understand, I just... Wanted you to know how I feel about you. "I suddenly became very interested in a pile of leaves a few feet away from us. Her eyes went back to normal size and she...smiled?

" I'd be happy to, Kid. " she said. I wasn't sure I heard that correctly so I asked what she meant. "It means yes, stupid. I'll go on a date with you."

Sure, she called me stupid, but she says it playfully so it was funny. I felt a HUGE weight lifted off of me at that moment and couldn't stop smiling. Especially when she gave me a quick hug. Even with her sweat, I could smell her perfume which was oddly girly for her. Strawberries and vanilla.

"Next Saturday. I'll pick you up around noon," I proclaimed.

"Works for me," she said. We hugged once more before I walked off the lawn feeling light as a feather. How can life get better than this feeling? It can't.

***Myra's POV***

I was just raking leaves and listening to 'Best Day of My Life' by the American Authors. I had no idea what was going to happen today. All I thought was going to happen was me raking leaves and listening to music.

I had a dream so big and loud

I jumped so high I touched the clouds

Who oh

Who oh

I stretched my hands out to the sky

We danced with monsters through the night

Who oh

Who oh

I'm never gonna look back, No

Never gonna give it up, whoa

Please don't wake me now

Around that part I could hear someone talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. So, I took out my ear buds and turned around to see Tom Hiddleston in his Loki make up. Wait, no. That person is not the sexy Asgardian from the Marvel movies that I am in love with. This person is...Kid. But, how and why and...what? Damn he looks good. I decided to play it cool and not show on my face how incredibly attracted I am to him at this moment in time.

"Oh hey Kid. What are you doing here looking all nice like that?" I asked calmly. My heart was pounding. Why is he wearing makeup that made him look like that? His normal look is fine to me, but I'm not complaining right now. I looked up at him seeing as he was a few inches taller than me. His golden two toned eyes were mesmerising and cheekbones clearly defined. Even his hair was slicked back under his hat to look like Loki Laufeyson of Jhoutenheim. How dare Kid do this to me? Loki is my favourite from the Marvel movies besides Deadpool! Why, why do I have to be the twin that loves superhero crap? DC comics, Marvel comics, Teen Titans, even some lame Disney Pixar made heroes. Big Hero 6 was good though.

"Well, I, uh...you see..." He stuttered out.

He was hesitating to tell me, so I raised my eyebrow, signaling that if he didn't get on with it, I was going to go back to my leaf pile.

"Iwantedtokowifyouwouldgoonadatewithme," he basically spat out. I couldn't understand what he said at all.

"What? Kid I can't understand you when you talk that fast. Use your words and be slower," I told him. He seemed nervous about whatever he said. I leaned myself on the rake I was holding waiting for him to explain. He took a deep breath.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" I could feel my eyes getting bigger is surprise and my face getting hotter. "If you don't, I understand. I just...wanted you to know how I feel."

Oh. My. Gods. I can't believe this. I couldn't speak for a moment. Just...I thought he liked MAKA not me. I mean, Maka is perfect. She is smart, funny, strong willed, caring, and beautiful. And, her hairstyle is WAY more symmetrical than mine, which I thought would have been a huge factor for Kid. Why would he like me? I look like a potato, not as smart as Maka, a slob (yes I admit it) and I'm an ass to everyone except for three people. Maka, Donna, and Chrona.

"I'd be happy to," I replied to him without thinking first. Mentally, I face palmed. I don't know what to do in relationships! And I don't like people! What have I just gotten myself into? He asked me to clarify, as if he didn't understand what I said. "It means yes, stupid. I'll go on a date with you," I told him with a chuckle. He could be so dense at times.

He smiled. I saw his absolutely adorable smile that girls at the DWMA swoon over. I can see why too. I couldn't hold back, I gave him a quick little hug. A friendly one, of course.

"Next Saturday. I'll pick you up around noon," he stated.

"Works for me," I replied with a small smile. It was his turn now to hug me, which he did. And his cologne was stronger than usual today. The chocolate and blackberries was overwhelming, but comforting and so nice. After the hug he just walked away again. I saw Liz and Patti appear from nowhere and start slapping him on the back in a congratulatory way. Seeing that, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I put my ear buds back in. The song had changed to 'My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark' by Fall Out Boy. I looked over at Maka who was standing next to Donna and Soul looking in my direction. I just smirked at them.

"Didn't I tell you today was going to be a good day, Maka?"