Disclaimer: I don't own Soul eater, Mcdonalds, or anything else that seems even vaguely familiar.
Kid
I spend my 19th birthday in my bed squashed between two girls, and no, it's not what you think.
Liz or Elizabeth Thompson (depending on how well you do or do not know her) shows up at my house at exactly 8:03 in the morning with her younger and much louder sister in tow. Tow of course being an objective term because one does not persuade let alone force Patty to go anywhere she doesn't want to go. Patty smacks a rhythm-less rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" into my door and I swear I have never moved to open it faster.
Opening my door for Liz and Patty is always an event in and of itself and today is no different. They screech happy birthday at varying tones and Patty shoves a plastic bag full of something into my hands. I'm not entirely sure what I'd expected when, not even a week ago, Patty had announced that she'd be the one choosing my present, but it certainly wasn't this. The bag is filled with plastic glow in the dark stars and for a moment I think that they've elected to give me some horribly abstract metaphor about how it's whats on the inside that counts. I'm not sure if I should be offended or amused but either way I figure I should probably smile. Before I can muster up a less than half hearted "thank you", Liz tosses a pack of wall tack into the bag and Patty says " We're going to make you your own sky."
Now I'm almost touched because no one knows better than these two about my hatred for the night sky. Sure stars are beautiful and whatever else but they're also grossly disorganized and looking at them for to long makes me physically sick. Which I'd always guessed was kind of pathetic but Liz and Patty had taken it and all my other "quirks" in stride and I suppose that is the reason I put up with them in the first place. I don't know when putting up with them turned into being almost dependent on their companionship ship and I'm not about to question it.
The three of us make our way up to my bedroom which is really the epitome of all rooms . Everything is clean, organized, and most of all symmetric because symmetry is both my aesthetic and my safety blanket. I try not to let anyone least of all Patty in there but I make an exception because she's so damn excited about the Kid- ified sky and I can't just lock myself in there and do it myself.
Patty gets to work straight away, standing on a chair and humming to herself like she's never been happier. At first I'm pretty content to sit on the floor next to Liz with our backs pressed against the wall and our legs splayed out in front of us. Then I actually look at what Patty's doing and consider throwing myself out of the window. She`s not placing the stars in neat rows so much as she is slapping them into place with reckless abandon. Before I can say something that would most likely crush her candy filled soul Liz handles the situation with practiced grace. "Hey, Patty, I think Kid wants to help."
Patty is only too excited for my involvement in her mass arts and crafts project. She continues sticking stars to my ceiling in the way she sees fit and I follow closely behind her, re-sticking them in proper positions when she's not looking. The process which should have only taken an hour at most ends up taking nearly the whole day, partly because of Patty's many snack breaks but mostly because of my own need for precision. The end result is my ceiling covered in stars lined side by side in neat rows of eight.
When we finish it's only just starting to get dark outside so even turning my lights off doesn't give the full effect but the stars do glow softly. We arrange ourselves on my bed, Patty to my left and Liz to my right, and look up at the plastic shapes with as much intensity as one would look at the real sky with. I figure that if I was alone I'd appreciate it a lot more and maybe even find it kind of calming. I'm not alone though and all I can think about is how weird Liz and Patty must think I am to want the sky to look like this. I'm starting to get nervous which means I'm starting to sweat which is kind of really gross considering my position. I'm clearing my throat, ready to spit out some kind of "thank you but now you need to go" speech when Liz says "I like it". She says it like she's really saying that she likes me and I consider pushing her off the bed. I'm more than grateful for Liz but I`m prone to forgetting that she's more locked onto to my feelings than she is her own. The amount of times that she`s said just the right thing is really starting to get to me because I`m always saying all the wrong things.
There`s only so long that two just-barely-adults and one teenager can stare at plastic stars before the whole thing loses it`s novelty. We reach our limit at 5 minutes when Liz announces that she`s hungry and Patty declares that she wants Mcdonalds.
Mcdonalds is unremarkable except for maybe the amount of salt they manage to fit on their fries. We eat, we talk, Patty makes a fort with her chicken nuggets, all in all the endeavor does nothing to prepare me for the sight I'm greeted with upon my return home.
I can't tell if my stomach drops to my knees or if my heart jumps to my throat, but I'm left both paralyzed and speechless at the sight of the cop car sitting innocently in my driveway.
I`m really sorry about the wait. I got a big assignment that took months to finish and then I had exams and I kind of just forgot that this existed. I suck, I know. I really am sorry. It probably won`t happen again. I`ll get back to Soul and Maka next chapter, but I had to start setting up Kid's part of the story. Thanks to anyone who read the first chapter, even if you don't continue reading, I really appreciate it.