"HOW DARE YOU BEAT YOUR GOD AT KICKBALL! NO ONE CAN SURPASS ME!"
I bet you can just guess who that is.
"Maka?" I look up to see Soul. Ever since I Maka-CHOPPED Black*star the other day he has been acting strange. Of course he did ask me why I had been acting so distant that night, but, when I told him that nothing was wrong, he blew up and accused me of lying.
"Yeah?" That was the only thing to exit my mouth
"Sooooooo….." He sat down next to me, but looked in the direction of Liz. Blah! Sometime I can really HATE Liz. She's still my friend though. I can't hate her forever, "What are you doing?" His voice snapped me back to reality.
"Um, I-Uh. Just...writing." I didn't want to give away too much info about the poem I was writing. Didn't want him to read it. It wasn't one of the poems about him, but still. It was...Private.
"What are you writing?"
"Just something."
"Something about what?"
"Feelings?"
"What kind of feeling?" His voice sounded nervous when he asked that question. Almost as if he already knew…
"About…. Bacon?" Wow. Bacon, really? You are a horrible liar. I thought to myself.
"Pfft! Yeah, right." Without warning, My unusually nosey weapon, Soul, grabbed my notebook and held it out of my reach. He read over the poem. My heart throbbed. I didn't want anyone to know I felt this way.
DEAD DEPRESSION
Sometimes I feel like like no one cares
Sometimes it's like no one is there
I'm crying and screaming
And hoping I'm dreaming
But i'm awake and this is real
I know that I'm blessed with a wonderful life
And I know I'm loved. Yeah, that's right
But I'm crying and screaming
And hoping I'm dreaming
But the truth is...No one's there
Sure I have friends
And a great family, but I can't help feeling alone
Everyone I know soon hates me
Everyone I love will go
That's just how the world treats me
That's just how the world sees me
Please, Please
I'm crying and screaming
Please let me be dreaming
World…
Do you hate me…
Do you like me…
Do you hate me…
"Maka…" Finally, he let me snatch it back after he read my most private of words, "You never told me you felt like no one was there. I'll always be there for you, Maka. I'll never leave you. You my meister." I said nothing. Fighting back the threatening tears.
"Wait. Hold on a second. Did you say a GREAT family. I thought you hated your father." He had heavy curiosity in his voice.
"I told you that i don't think of that stupid guy as my father. I was talking about my mom and… you. Of course you are my weapon and you have always been there for me." Maka closed her book and looked down at her feet in an embarrassed manner.
"You think of me as… family?" Now Soul seemed to be embarrassed. Of course after a few seconds he put his guard up and again made himself act cool.
"Well, yeah! You're like a…. brother…..to me." Maka didn't want to let him know that she loved him. It would be too embarrassing. He even already had a girlfriend.
"Oh...okay." For some reason he seemed to feel down when she said that. He got that strange, fluttering feeling in his chest again. Why did he feel this way around HER and not Liz. His GIRLFRIEND. It made absolutely no sense.
"GET BACK HERE YOU SOUL! IT IS YOUR TURN TO KICK! HAVE FUN TRYING TO BEAT YOU ALMIGHTY GOD!" Black*stars annoyance began to get on Soul's nerves.
"I'm COMING!" He ran back to the game and kicked the ball so hard and far that when Black*star went to go catch it the ball hit him in the face knocking him out cold.
"Black*star!" Tsubaki, being the sweet as pie girl she was ran, to her boyfriend's aid.