Title: Complicated

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did :'(

Word count: 1,793

Chapter 6: The Perfect Prince for Me

Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.—Socrates

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.—Oscar Wilde

oOo

"Where had your glasses gone to, now, little girl? I thought you wouldn't stand a chance to live without your third and fourth eye?" Black*Star asked, quite distracted as my eyes flung open and with a wave of anxiety pushing into my nerves. I can't do less than avoiding his eyes as my emerald eyes wavered randomly at some places. His slight mocking tone made me feel…tight.

Ugh.

I can't stand this guy!

"I, uh, left it somewhe—" Okay. Before I could even make an excuse, someone cut me off—perhaps distracted me. My eyes quickly darted to the corner as to fleet a murderous glare at the culprit.

Kid.

"I have those." He acquiesced calmly. "Just wait a minute." He said reassuringly, giving me a wink before rummaging through his pockets. Hah. Another strange fetish of his' as he dug up nothing but torn and crumpled pieces of papers cupped in his right hand.

No glasses.

My glasses.

"Where?" I asked loutishly, giving him a tensed look.

He batted an eyelash, smiling crookedly. "I'm claiming back my words," He said, apologetically smiling as he shrugged his shoulders. "I forgot."

Great.

Just great.

Damn it.

Curse him.

"So?" Black*Star curiously raised an acquisitive eyebrow, leaning onto one arm to observe me closely. His eyes gleaming with amusement and a big grin on his face.

I scoffed and averted my gaze to spot him as I glared at him underneath my eyelashes before exasperatingly saying, "It's so sad and drastic that somebody forgot about it. He is such an idiot for being so forgetful and damn careless."

"Isn't it you, you're talking about?" I heard Soul drawl from the back of my head before unleashing a dead beat yawn. Another peasant.

"Shut it, Soul. Of course I'm talking to Kid." I confessed, mortified and offended by his wayward comments.

"Bingo." He flicked his fingers triumphantly, a lopsided grin on his face. He pushed himself forth, his breath feathered on my ears. "That only proves that you're dating him around the campus, secretly!"

Curse him.

I want him dead.

"I did not." I snarled angrily as I stood up abruptly and confidently faced him. "I just saw him eating nearby and I told him if he could lend me a hand and he said 'sure'. And that's how we end up knowing and meeting each other, stupid." I lied straight-forwardly, putting emphasis on some parts.

"Whatever. Still, I don't believe you." He drawled, keeping his eyes close as he leaned his back to his chair.

"Me too." Black*Star supported, pulling himself back as he treaded towards his seat.

Lazy-assed brat. Hah. Just like his best friend.

Soul conceitedly scoffed before pleading guiltily that there was a big difference when I have and don't have those glasses on.

"You look cuter without those crappy glasses." He admitted, smiling at my back. Heck I can sense that he was, well, through his words though. Hell my happiness short-lived as he added some more. "Darn. Even if you were cute now. I'd still choose that hot model on Death Time Magazine."

I didn't wish for that.

To make him fall in love with me would be the end of my world. Honestly, he's not my type.

Defeated, I drew out a sigh and face-palmed before taking my seat. I mumbled something under my breath before knocking my head vulnerably on my desk. I'm a dead meat. Totally tired. Once again, I heaved out a heavy, lagged sigh.

"Hey, green eyes." He called out, his voice so soft and gentle—like his eyes.

Now, it was Kid's turn to speak out. I raised my head progressively with a look of confusion crossed on my face. I blinked once before cocking an eyebrow, also, my lips curved into a one-sided smile. "Why?"

I heard him unleash a cough twice with a balled hand covering his mouth before he tilted his head over his shoulder to face Soul without pulling a smile. He was serious. "She is right. Believe her."

God.

What the hell is he talking about? I just lied and now, he's making it worst for he had taken my side! This man suffers brain damage for sure. Sigh.

"Fine with me." Soul opened his eyes idly to reveal his drooped bottomless red eyes that were showing boredom. He sniffed before scratching his head. "Not that I care for her. Duh." He nonchalantly rolled his eyes, manly hissing as he continued. "People like her confuses me all the time."

"I know. I kind of agree with that." Kid said as he pushed a constipated wan smile at Soul before offering a hand in front. "I'm Kid. Nice to meet you." Soul sniggered before taking his hand and shook it.

"Same here. Soul." was Soul's short launch before he broke the hand shake. Kid shot a sociable smile his way before he took his seat once again.

Figures.

Screw him.

I hate boys.

They're all annoying.

Soul.

Blackc*Star.

Kid.

"Totally!" Black*Star yelled, bursting into one of his annoying and boisterous laugh. "I would just laugh if she did so!" He grinned, his voice making my ears bleed.

I don't have to react. It wasn't true. I heard nothing.

Oh well…

What was he talking about? Ugh. Of course I know that he's talking about me. Obvious. But still, isn't it weird? He's talking non-sense. Weirdo.

"My ass." I practically growled in my seat, not understanding him even in the slightest of all blatancy. Not too long ago, Kid and I sat there with an awkward silence hanging in the atmosphere that surrounded us.

Soul.

Black*Star.

Kid.

Why the hell am I surrounded with boys? Ugh. Let me rephrase that question. Why am I talking to them if I consider them as my enemies? Even myself—never knew the answer.

And if I were to choose between those air-headed guys. I'd choose the fourth. None. I'm not yet crazy, you people.

"You are no good." I said through gritted teeth as I tilted my head slightly to the side to face him. My eyebrows arched down and my lips pursed tightly together. Heck it was the thing that manifested my annoyance towards him.

"I know," He shrugged his shoulders and gave me an innocent smile. That was the time I felt something…strange.

Something odd.

For some reasons, I dropped my gaze at the small gap that was in between us and saw his hand on mine.

My hand.

"But sure enough, I'm doing this because I want you to know—and feel—that I'm a friend you can run to." He said, giving my hand a light squeeze. "For better or for worse. Tell truth or lies. I don't really care." He shook his head and calmly batted his eyes. Those golden eyes that showed gentleness and compassion. "It doesn't matter. Also, I'm terribly sorry for what I did." He said, apologizing.

"Stop acting so dramatic. I won't lose to the likes of you, Kid. Remember that." I said, resolutely giving him a stern look before huffing. My voice was stiff and edgy. Really a product of Maka. Heck I am Maka, by the way.

I do sounded rough. But mind you people—deep inside—his words made me feel comfortable and somehow, gave me the courage and confidence that I should be proud of myself. That I exist here. Being just the way I am.

Maka Albarn and no one else more.

He's not that bad as you think—I think, that is. He's not like other popular teenage guy who drinks a lot, do drugs, and sleep with sluts. He's perfectly alike from fairytale princes I used to read. Always.

His voice. His ecstatic mood. Ugh. To simply make things short: his general being defines something really familiar to me. He reminds me of my best friend.

My books.

With him, I'll always remember that I was once an average girl who has big dreams in life before I turned into a bookish geek. A dream that I once wished to be true. —in reality.

To marry a man.

The right man for me.

And just now, I realized that fantasizing wasn't really that convenient for a person like me and to think that I would end up romantically loveless—or rather, romantically in love with a man of my dreams.

To live the life of luxury with the perfect, blonde prince.

No.

Just now, I realized that…

I can live without my best friend and truth be told, I already found someone who can make her live in my life forever.

My best friend was right. She was always right.

Fantasies can also turn into realities.

Like him.

He was the prefect prince for me.

And I'm starting to like him.

Slight.

/Freeze/

God. In this chapter, I noticed that I have just used more on the character's thoughts rather than spoken words and actions. Also, short chapter?—I expect that. But still, I want to hear something from you, my dear readers.

Tell me if it was…kinda old or what. Sweet? I don't know. I never know. Hah.

But in any case, please leave a review if you want me to continue.

Also, I got a short announcement to make:

To those people out there who's trying to block me. What the heck is your problem? I have done nothing against you or what. I beg of you, stop it already. I am not in the mood to argue with people whom I consider as friends. I know that I haven't met or even know you, but I know that you have that soft spot in your heart.

Also, before I end this short announcement, somebody PM-ed me that someone is plagiarizing my story. And I'm taking this as a little respect of not stating your penname. You know who you are, so STOP IT. You'll never gonna gain any of it but a fake gratitude and a false paradise.

This is mine. Not yours.

Be original.

I believe that you also have the potential to create your own story, a better one. Perhaps, better than this. Believe in what you are. Believe in yourself and you'll achieve.

June 23, 2012

Always been true,

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