It's done! And since it's been such a long time, most of you are going to fast forward through this part anyway. So to make it even easier for you,
Go on and Enjoy Chapter 14 of Wonderful Nightmare.
Chapter 14: Just Be Here
The silence of the room while he flipped the pages was nauseating. It was uncomfortable just sitting there, let alone even uttering a sound. She fidgeted a bit, not sure how to react to his behavior. He had definitely taken the meaning of 'seeing it soon' quite literally and she thought she would be ready when that 'soon' came, though now, now was much too soon.
"Maka?"
She flinched, snapping her head up from its hanging position in order to look up at him. He stared at her calmly, normally, as if she was the weird one. Maka huffed in anger, "You know, it's pretty late right now Soul."
Soul looked away, unconcerned with her tone, and continued to flip back and forth between pages, not making a single facial expression that could have told her what he was thinking. The simple fact that he was still on the third page after ten minutes made her bite her lip, she wasn't going to get out of this so easily. His eyes were so intent on the page; she thought he would burn a hole through it. She watched as his lips parted slowly as he thought about the question to ask, "This was taken in a flower field? The north than?"
Maka leaned over the table, now getting a good look at the picture, which entailed herself in braids, a white dress, lying in a bed of yellow flowers. She let out a breath as she remembered the experience. It had been at least three or four days since she last saw B.J. but his 'Miss Maka' rang in her mind clear as day. "Yeah, up near the snowy mountains." Maka put her finger onto the picture and traced a circle around herself, "It was freezing." She shivered as she remembered it, her finger still on the page. She flinched when she felt fingers wrap around hers slowly; a tingle going up her spine as Soul intertwined each of them with his own.
He lifted her hand off of the page, releasing it before grunting, "I can't see the page if you keep your finger on it." Maka, completely stunned by his action, decided to cut the conversation right then and there. She fidgeted, not sure how to react as he flipped the next page, a smile creeping up his face as he looked at the next picture; a picture of the river scene. She fidgeted even more now; he was smiling way too much to just be enjoying the view of the scenery. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see his eyes staring at her bare legs that kicked up the water. She moved her hands over the picture quickly, yanking it out of his sight. He looked up at her, his brow furrowed, "I was looking at that." He reached over to Maka in order to grab it out of her hands but grabbed nothing but air when she leaned back to get out of his arm's length. He grunted, scooting over as he reached again, this time succeeding in knocking it out of her arms. Maka shuffled for it but it was too late, he opened it again, flipping to a random page near the end of the thirty page album.
Maka huffed in anger that her attempt failed even though she wasn't trying that hard in the first place. The page Soul had randomly opened her album to was of herself and the fountain in Death City Park. She took a deep breath, figuring that there was no way he was going to give up at this point, seeing as how he had place his other arm over the edge of the table, just in case she tried to get at it again. She laid down, her back on the wooden floor of her apartment as she stared up at the ceiling, not really wanting to see his reactions as he continued to look at her somewhat 'exposed' inner self. She closed her eyes, tired after not being able to sleep after her shower but instead being thrown around by the ever mellow Soul. She grunted, "I don't want to hear anything about how it doesn't look like me." She heard nothing but silence floating in the room. Curious, she peeked through one eye in order to get a look at what he was doing.
"Maka."
She sat forward quickly, hitting her head after hearing the sound of her name. She rubbed the back of her head indulgently, her hair, fluffy from being washed, became a mess as she did. She held herself up from the floor with one hand, "What?" She answered almost repugnantly and she knew that if Kid was there, she would get a long lecture about keeping up appearances.
Soul looked away from the picture and over to her, not at all surprised at her tone, he looked back down at the picture. "It looks like Maka." Maka, confused, shifted her eyes away from Soul and to the picture he was looking at. Her heart stung a bit as she remembered the feelings she had in the picture. Her hand clutching her chest as her eyes squinted, mouth unsure as she seemed to be saying something in it. She bit her lip, not sure what to say to his statement now, she looked away from the picture for fear of becoming one with the feelings it displayed. She noticed Soul continuing to stare at the picture; his mouth formed a dark line as he showed no emotion whatsoever. The familiarity he seemed to have with what the picture showed made Maka feel uncomfortable. As if there was something he was hiding from her, something he wanted to say, but now was too soon. He parted his lips, "Just like you," he didn't turn away from the paper as he spoke, "I'd know." He turned his head, and his hair fumbled over itself as it made its way across his forehead due to his head being titled.
Her heart leapt inside of her chest as his eyes stayed on her frame. She didn't know what he wanted her to say. Saying anything at this moment would seem out of place and unsuitable. She stayed quiet, praying that he didn't hear her heartbeat. She wanted to get up and run away as she felt his deep red eyes engulf her. Her face reflected onto them.
Maka shifted her fingers across the table, as far away from his as she could because being near him with even a finger, as proven earlier, seemed to be hinted with a sign of danger. A knock on the door right at this very moment seemed like a call of praise to Maka. She got up to her feet quickly, almost stumbling over to the door in her hurry. When she turned the handle, she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Black Star."
A loud noise came from the inside of her apartment, but she ignored it, and continued to focus all of her attention to the person outside of her door at this very moment. The tanned, blue haired young man, whose hair had now returned to its spikey epitome, put one of his hands onto the frame of the door, leaning onto it. "Hey Maka, I found this in my swim trunks pocket, didn't even realize you left it there did ya? So the great me decided to return it to you." Maka held out her hands to find a cellphone strap of an orange flame looking trinket, her soul strap which had the words 'Maka' sewed into the fabric of the strap. She remembered putting it in his side zipper pocket before they jumped into the water for the second time, since it fell off the first time they spontaneously did and she didn't want it to happen again. She smiled at the sight of it, a trinket that her mother sent to her two years ago, no letter attached, just the one strap. It was the only thing she had left of her mother and she took it everywhere with her. It scared her that she forgot it for even a second while she was with Soul.
"Thank you." She looked up to Black Star, who wasn't smiling his ever cocky smile at her as he had seconds before, but instead, was looking on into her apartment, looking at something. She turned around, seeing Soul leaning against the wall of the entrance to the main living/sleeping area of the place, looking rather oddly over at Black Star, his supposed best friend. She turned back to Black Star, who didn't reciprocate the action. "Do you want to come in?" Her voice flinched him out of it; he looked down at her for a moment, registering her words before answering.
"Nah," he rubbed the back of his head, "the party up in my apartment is getting pretty wild and without me, it would fall apart." He laughed triumphantly at his partying skills. He looked behind her, back to Soul, "You coming Soul?" She heard a laugh from behind her before a shuffling of feet closed in on her. A hand reached out in front of her, onto the framing of the door opposite what Black Star was leaning on, making her heart jump. The motion seemed almost on purpose.
"Can't make the party insane without me?" Maka looked up at Soul, whose previous face had changed back to normal, as if the whole night over at her apartment didn't happen, he stepped out, pushing his way past her. He grinned at Black Star as he held out his fist. Black Star fist bumped him and smirked. Walking on in front of him as he followed behind. Maka, dumbfounded, watched as the two of them continued down the hall. She flinched, noticing she was staring at them only once Black Star turned around and waved.
"Wish Soul good luck, since the great me already has enough of it!" Soul turned slightly, only enough for her to see a sliver of his face. She nodded and waved back, not sure what she was wishing luck for in the first place. She saw his lips form into a smirk as he turned, but Maka, having no clue what it meant, decided that perhaps the best time to go to sleep would be now, because if she knew anything, it was that when Black Star and Soul did get to apartment 808, the incessant banging on the ceiling wasn't going to stop.
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She rubbed the back of the black haired girls back, calming her down as she slumped over. "Really Tsubaki, what did you do last night?"
The black haired girl looked up, her face a bit less lively looking than usual, but still overall, blindingly beautiful. "It's not that big a deal Maka. I just went to Black Star's party and things got a little out of hand." She paused after she thought about what she had said, "I didn't drink anything at all! I swear! I just got drunk off the atmosphere is all?" Tsubaki waved her hands in front of her face, pleading the fifth.
Maka thought about what her close friend just said, making sure to aid her as they made their way to lunch for the day after working together in a photo-shoot. She snapped her fingers and quickly looked back at Tsubaki, who seemed as if she would tumble over at any moment. "You know Black Star Tsubaki?"
The look Tsubaki shot Maka gave her chills. It was a look that seemed to say, 'who do you think I am?' However, after a moment, it faded away and her usual smile played across her face, "Everyone knows Black Star Maka."
Maka, still looking to press the issue, continued questioning her, "No I meant, you know him personally?"
Tsubaki furrowed her brow in an attempt to avoid feeling insulted, she steadied herself, flipped her hair back with her hand and grinned, "If Black Star is in the limits of the people you know than you really have just hit the starting point of your modeling career. Probably not even that," she paused, thinking of how to phrase her words, "more like climbing up the cliff that happens to be twenty miles away from the starting point." Maka frowned at exactly how right Tsubaki was. She was only beginning and the road was long in front of her. She felt excitement rise in her gut, a feeling she had only felt when in front of the camera was resurfacing. The feeling allowed her to forget, for the moment, Soul, who had been at the forefront of her mind for the longest time. Tsubaki got a phone call in the midst of Maka's inner thoughts, with which she answered readily.
"Hello?" Tsubaki stood silently with Maka next to her, holding their lunch boxes, in the lobby of the studio building. "Really? Which room number were you in?" A couple seconds more of silence when Tsubaki turned to Maka and eyed her up and down, "Be right there." Tsubaki turned back to Maka and smiled, clapping her hands together happily, "Looks like your Black Star limit is going to be broken today." Maka scratched her head, confused, and not at all expecting that the person she would meet next would have such a great impact on her day.
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Maka followed Tsubaki into the lobby/café of the studio building, not sure who exactly they were looking for. She turned to Tsubaki, whose eyes were scanning the large space back and forth. Her head jerked to the left, apparently spotting who they were looking for. They made their way over to a woman with long sandy blonde hair going down her back, a pair of brown shaded sunglasses on, along with a white shirt that hung off her shoulders a bit with a dark brown design on it and a pair of tan cargo pants. She smiled at Tsubaki as they arrived at the table. "It's been awhile Tsubaki." The woman looked up at Maka, her smile fading as she continued to stare in silence. For lack of the woman's full face, Maka wasn't sure how she was being looked at, though she felt her stress release when the woman laughed, "Friend of yours?" Her question was obviously directed at Tsubaki, who was sitting down across from her at the rounded table at the moment.
Tsubaki looked up at Maka, who hadn't taken the initiative to sit as she had done, "Yes, this is Maka." She gave Maka a wink and motioned her to sit down next to herself. Maka nodded back and sat down next to Tsubaki, not sure what to expect from the woman who looked her over from across the table. "Maka, this is Elizabeth Thompson."
The sandy blonde took off her glasses with a flick of her wrist, outstretching her free hand toward Maka, "You can call me Liz." Maka shook her hand reluctantly, still not understanding the situation. "You must be that Maka then." When the woman grinned at Maka, it looked almost as if she was asking to be smiled back at, and so Maka did.
"What Maka?" Maka leaned forward a bit, now interested in this 'Liz' that sat across from her.
"The one in the boy's clothes."
Maka almost fell out of her chair from shock. Sure, it was her most recent of jobs and it certainly was 'unique' to say the least, but the fact that from now on she would be seen as the cross dresser model was not something she was looking forward to. She laughed a bit, trying to recover from her moment, "Yeah. That's me."
Liz's eyes widened, as if she had just realized what she said, "Not to insult you or anything like that! I just read the magazine recently with my sister and we were both about to pin it up on our wall until we reached the last page." She chuckled, "You make a good boy Makato. Not a lot of people can pull that off."
Despite what it sounded like, Maka could tell that Liz meant no ill will with her words. Instead, she gave off a very warm and comfortable sort of manner, which made Maka lean her elbows onto the table top, getting more comfortable as well. If this was what Tsubaki meant by breaking her limits, then she was okay with it. "Glad to entertain."
Liz laughed widely, something that Maka wouldn't have expected just moments ago but now, it seemed natural, "On the subject of entertaining," she turned to Maka, pointed her manicured index finger at her, "How come you weren't at Black Star's party with Tsubaki?" Tsubaki flinched next to Maka, out of surprise of her name suddenly coming up in the conversation.
Tsubaki thought to herself, trying to recall the events of the past night, before answering, "She hung up on me before I could say anything about it if I remember right." Tsubaki turned to Maka, who whimpered and looked away, ashamed that she hung up on her closest friend. Tsubaki snapped her fingers, finally remembering, "Oh yes! That's right!" She turned to Liz and smiled, "Black Star went to fetch Maka but I guess he changed his mind or something."
Liz clapped her hands together, as if all of the pieces were falling into place, "That's right! He left a little after it started, I was wondering what he was doing. And then he returned with Soul. The gruesome twosome in the flesh. You can't say the party didn't get started after that." Liz hummed to herself as she thought about her fond memories of the night, "But then again," she looked down, disappointed, "Kid told me he was busy and couldn't make it. If he did come, then it would've been much better." Liz sighed, and Maka figured she was most likely very close to Kid, who she hadn't even seen or heard from for a while. It was weird, but Maka missed him showing up at her door every morning to correct her appearance. Liz suddenly started to bounce in her seat, "You should've been there Maka, Kilik went headfirst into the fridge, yelling something about 'Narnia here I come!'" Liz started to crack up, holding onto her stomach as she banged on the table. Maka, who had no clue who this 'Kilik' person was, laughed at the situation, figuring she didn't have to know him to get the joke. Tsubaki giggled nonstop before Liz had even gotten to the punch line, meaning that they must have been together and near 'Kilik' when it happened. She almost regretted not going.
Tsubaki continued to reminisce with Liz for a few more minutes, every so often, Maka would laugh at the stories of Black Star's escapades. To Maka, spending lunch this way wasn't bad at all. Liz, who seemed older and more mature than Maka to begin with, was actually the same age as Tsubaki, Black Star, Kid and Soul, 17. Seeing her laugh made Maka believe it even more. Maka smiled as she watched the two of them converse together, not a single moment of silence in which nothing was to be said was exchanged. Then, Tsubaki got the topic of Soul.
Tsubaki snapped her head to Maka, "You didn't see Soul like I told you to right?" Maka sat shocked, not moving her lips to make a sound. Tsubaki huffed, "When Black Star went to get you, he returned with Soul instead." She thought for a moment, "You were with Soul weren't you!" Tsubaki didn't have to ask, she already knew.
Maka scratched the back of her hair, "He didn't seem as steaming as you told me he was." Maka lifted her hand, holding up a finger every time she listed something, "We talked, ate noodles, watched TV, looked at my album. He was the usual Soul when Black Star came to get him as well."
Liz listened to the two of them, stirring the straw in her orange soda, "The usual Soul? Sure he seemed like the usual Soul, but Black Star and him were on separate sides of the room the entire time. That's not normal. He had this, 'Don't mess with me' aura around him, even more deadly looking than usual. So," She pursed her light pink lips, "Maka's the one who made him that way huh?"
Maka bit her lip, not sure how to answer to her statement.
Soul seemed fine when he left, like nothing happened. I thought everything was okay between us, back to normal. He's still angry about the Kid thing?
Maka put her finger to her lips, "But, we made up."
Liz pointed her finger at Maka again, "You thought you guys made up."
Tsubaki put her hand onto Maka's shoulder, "I told you not to talk to him. Just give him so time and he'll go back to normal. It's happened before." The words 'happened before' made Maka's head go into a tizzy, but now was not the time to be worried about the past because at the present moment, Soul was still not Soul. Maka breathed out, her heart tired of dealing with his mood swings. He just needed to go back to the teasing, mocking Soul who only cares about coolness and everything would be fine. It seemed that dealing with the problem that grew between herself and him would be harder than she first thought.
A hand reached over Maka's boxed lunch, plucking up one of the omelets. She looked toward the retracting hand and found Liz taking a bit out of the egg, "Penalty to the selfish." Maka sat dumbfounded, mouth ajar, she swiped her boxed lunch out of the way when one of Liz's hands came back for the second time. Liz laughed, making light of a serious situation which in turn caused Maka to make light of it as well. Laughing along with her and Tsubaki.
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Maka swayed back and forth, not sure of herself as she stood in front of the apartment door. If there were still problems, she would just have to correct them, easy and simple as that. She knocked on the door, three good bangs. Complete silence. She swung her left leg back and forth, conscious of the jeans and white Soul fan girl shirt she was wearing. She lifted her shirt from the bottom rim, wondering if she should have worn something different. The black sketch outline on her shirt of Soul holding onto a microphone was definitely her way of sucking up to him. She leaned her head onto the door. He was home, he definitely was, the guard told her he had come home. She ruffled her hair onto the door, pursing her lips, wondering if she should call out to him. She lifted her head from the door, "It's Maka." A rush of footsteps from inside the apartment came running near the door. Maka could sense another person on the other side of the door now. She huffed, "I know you're there." A loud sigh from the other side of the door signaled its opening. There stood the familiar tall, white haired, red eyed guy in a white t-shirt and baggy gray pants. It seemed as though he was sleeping, since his hair was disheveled, and he didn't want to wake up for just anybody. Then again, this is just what Maka wanted to think had happened. "I told you not to sigh, one moment of happiness has just been taken away from you." She smiled, hoping it would clear the way for conversation.
He grunted at her, his eyes making a glance at her shirt before looking away, "So uncool." Maka chuckled as she stood, chest forward, in order to make the brilliance of his own image make him less unsociable. He looked around outside of his apartment, as if to see if she was alone, "This sure is a turn of events. You being the first to initiate this that is," he lifted his pants a bit, which were starting to sag around his waist, "Or. Did Black Star put you up to this?" Maka shifted to the left to see inside of his apartment. Kid wasn't exaggerating when he said that Soul's apartment was three times as big as hers. She jumped when an arm stretched out in front of her view, a hand now holding onto the frame of the door. "So, what is it?"
Maka shook her head, trying not to look at his eyes that seemed stuck on her, "Aren't you tired? You should go back to bed while I cook you something to eat." The idea of Maka cooking for him was enticing, but he dismissed it.
"Already ate." He began to close his door when Maka reached out to stop it, making him almost smash her fingers, "Hey!" He opened the door again, startled, his face twisting into something Maka couldn't describe once more. That weird face of his was starting to make her angry. It was something she couldn't recognize. A feeling she hadn't been able to grasp.
"We are partners. I can't let you see all of my secrets without knowing a few of yours." She huffed at him, blowing air up to her bangs in an attempt to subside her anger. "Why are you acting this way? You can't really expect me to pretend nothing is wrong." Soul sneered, his eyes serious as he listened to her. "What can I do for you Soul?" He laughed, catching Maka off guard.
"Wanting to know so much that you'd get your fingers smashed in for it? You're just too unbelievable." He stepped out of his doorway, walking in front of Maka as he closed it behind himself. "What do you need to do? Just stand there." Maka backed up, not knowing what to do. Everything he did took her by surprise. Each and every thing he said would take her off guard, and this was no different. Soul means what he says. If he said he wanted her to stand there, then that's what he meant. She stood by the railing, looking up at him. She felt her eyes struggled to keep on his own. He stood, emotionless as he watched her. Her legs wanted to run but Maka knew she had to stand her ground. The thumping from her chest grew louder and she felt like it would burst. The idol of girls all over Death City, even beyond the reaches of that, had asked her to just stand there. Soul had asked her to just stand there. She wasn't sure what to think at this moment, her mind drawing a blank. She saw a smirk begin to form on his face as he took a deep breath in, "I'm childish."
Maka furrowed her eyebrows, "What?"
Soul turned around, grabbing the doorknob of the door to his apartment. "So uncool." He laughed as he entered, shutting the door behind himself while not sparring Maka a single glance.
Maka stomped the ground in anger.
There he goes again, making me feel stupid.
Stupid for just standing here.
Stupid for knocking on the door.
She looked down at her shirt.
Stupid for wearing this stupid shirt!
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Maka ate her lunch emotionlessly as she watched the television. Death City's celebrity watch. There, on the screen was the famous Mr. Cool, smiling to his fans in all his glory on the variety show, back to normal.
Even better than normal.
She crunched on her food, taking out her anger on her red apple. The fans in the crowd all screamed his name at the top of their lungs, not sparing any oxygen for breathing since either they passed out from lack of oxygen or pure happiness. She felt her apple get bruises under her fingers as she watched him wave before the show went to commercial. She breathed out, thankful that it was over for now, that and that she was almost done with her lunch break anyway. She silently ate as her co-workers for her current job ate around her.
"It's Liz!"
Maka's head snapped toward the voice, which belonged to a staff worker who was looking up at the television with great intent. Those around Maka went silent, as if they all felt the need to tune in as well. Maka turned to the television, a commercial for a new drama played.
"This Saturday, watch as a young woman returns to her island home that she left many years before. What will happen now that she's returned, all new experiences under her belt and so many more changes to the island itself."
The characters in the commercial began to speak.
"The land bridge to the other island that appears when the tide goes down," The Liz on the screen turned toward the camera, looking away from the ocean, "If we were to cross, may the tide stay high forever." Liz turned back toward the ocean, a long black haired girl walked to stand next to her, a voice speaking out as she did.
"May she cross by herself and get caught in the waves."
A blonde haired boy walked up next, sitting next to Liz in the sand. Another voice rang into the ocean waves, "What would it take to make you stay?"
Lastly, a black haired boy began to walk towards the three, but stopped short without them noticing him. He turned back to the camera.
"Glad to see the waves brought you back."
Maka almost dropped her apple when she noticed who the black haired boy was.
"Kid?"
A roar of claps from a table of young staff workers made Maka flinch. She turned back to the television, which had forwarded to the time and title.
Saturday at 7:00pm. 'Land Bridge.'
And that. That was definitely Kid. Looks like he dyed his hair all black then, since the famous three stripes were nowhere to be seen.
Maka bit into her apple.
He looks pretty good in a tank top.
Did he tan? He looked more fit. Well I've never seen him in anything other than a suit or dress shirt so maybe he's always been like that.
The clanking of a lunch tray next to her made her jump, her train of thought broken. Not that she minded being taken out of Kid love mode. She looked up to see a pair of glasses looking back at her. "If you finish your lunch ten minutes early today, than you'll get a head start at getting to the next scene of the photo-shoot. Though I'm sure you don't really care about that now do you?" The person straightened their glasses to the top of their nose.
"Nice to work with you again too Ox." He was working with her on another project and although during the shoot, he provided good support, he was utterly annoying outside of it all.
Ox looked up at the television and clicked his teeth. He walked over to the television and grabbed the remote, flipping the channel to DeathTV. Everyone groaned as he did.
"Hey!"
"Change it back!"
"Soul was on!"
Ox turned around and glared at them, "DeathTv will premiere Kim's day concert live in the next three minutes. I'd appreciate if you all ate in silence now." He returned to his seat while everyone whispered behind his back. He certainly wasn't keeping his hidden fandomness for Kim secret and if he thought it wasn't obvious, he needed a reality check. Maka shrugged, not at all troubled by the changing of channels. She had decided to leave it on the other channel simply because other people around her were enjoying it, so she had to persevere and retain her frustration. Ox's fandom ways were a blessing in disguise. He sat down and began to eat his lunch. She jumped when he pulled out a magazine from his bag. "After watching your career steadily grow for the past few weeks," he chewed down onto a tomato, "I have decided to share my knowledge with you."
Maka looked down at the magazine, which dated seven years earlier. Ox flipped it open to a dog eared page, which featured at least ten pages of the same silver haired model. Maka read out loud, "22 year old idol. Man of the month nine times in a row. Franken Stein." Maka flung back into her chair after she read the name. Stein. The Stein she knows. She looked back down onto the pictures of a younger Stein in a black turtle neck, smoking a cigarette. There was something about it that made her feel like she would be sucked in. If she had been shown this without actually knowing him, no doubt she would be added to his fan base.
Ox plucked the magazine out of her hands before she could flip the page to look more, "That's all for now. Knowledge cannot be attained all at once. Compared to Dr. Stein, you are nothing." The way he said it made her want to punch him in the face, but a part of her knew he was right.
Ox and Tsubaki were right. Sure, she had come a long way in the last two months, but she was just beginning. She was far from being at the top, which for some odd reason, made her even more excited.
"Maka! Make-up!"
Maka leapt up at the sound of the staff worker's voice calling her name, she quickly packed up her trash before dumping it into the break room trash can and running out. It was just beginning and it felt wonderful.
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"You'll come right?"
Maka looked down at the piece of paper given to her by Liz, who had called her after getting her number from Tsubaki, and asked her to meet her at the café near the apartments. She read the tickets before answering, "Black Star's Live Concert? He came out with a new album?"
Liz gaped at Maka, then stopped, remembering, "Oh yeah! You didn't go to the party so you wouldn't know. But your guess is right on the mark. It's the first time he's gonna sing them live and Tsubaki had an extra ticket, so there you go." Liz pointed to the ticket and grinned.
"I'll go, but who else is all going?"
Liz looked at Maka confused, not sure why she would ask, "Why does that matter? It's gonna be a blast and since you missed the party, it's only right to go to the concert and give your support."
Maka shrugged, figuring she was wrong to even worry about Soul when Black Star was who she would be going for. "Of course."
Liz winked at Maka, and picked up her coffee, "I'm sure I'm not the only one who's psyched you're going." She chuckled, much to Maka's confusion.
Am I the only one who missed the other characters? Such as Tsubaki and Ox. It made me happy to even mention Stein at all! So that's the end of this chapter, to which took first priority over other things that I must now rush to do. But do I regret it? Not at all. I like how it turned out, and finally getting all my thoughts together for this chapter made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. (By the way, I really enjoy advice on things to do at the bottom of chapters from you guys, unfortunately, I'm very clueless when it comes to things like that. So if you presented an idea to me before now, if you would elaborate for me in a message or comment, it would be well appreciated.)
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