Angelofdeath42

So, today was crap. I woke up to the sound of some lady giggling (for those of you who don't know, my mom divorced my dad years ago and she doesn't live with us anymore so the annoying lady was NOT supposed to be in my house). The annoying giggler used the last of my toothpaste and threw away the tube (I was saving it to cut it open to see HOW THE FUCK THE TOOTHPASTE COMES OUT IN STRIPES but now I will never know! At least for the next few months anyway…) After that, I missed the bus. Luckily Soul gave me a ride to school on his motorbike but we were late and kinda wet and cold because it was spitting outside this morning. Then at lunch a freshman girl from Soul's fan club "accidentally" tripped and tossed her pasta on my head, thank god it did not have any sauce on it! At least Soul helped me get the noodles off my head (in other news his hands are warm). Combine all this crap plus the fact that it is my mama's and papa's wedding anniversary and papa had yet another whore over while apparently he loves mama and I the most! And to top it all off, it rained for the rest of the day and started to thunder half an hour ago, just to add to my mood. Gah, sorry for the rant, I'm just kinda upset.

#i need a hug #not from my dad though # thank god he and his new "friend" are not home #i wish Soul would come over #im not going to tell him to though #i don't want to force him to visit with me #gah

Soul refreshed Maka's blog for the fiftieth time that day. He knew it was her parents anniversary and that she was having a shitty day. So here he was, stalking her online.

Again.

He should just go over to her house.

But what if she wanted to be alone?

What if she didn't want to talk to anyone?

Ah, screw it, Soul thought, refreshing the page again. If there was nothing this time her was going over.

There was something this time. Soul read the post over twice.

Pfft, nerd. Who cares how the stripes got in the toothpaste anyway? (Actually he kinda wanted to know now… And she thought his hands where warm?! What was that in girl language? Did that mean he could touch her more?! He definitely wanted to!)

Also, she wanted a hug, and not from her dad (no shit).

Soul's heart stopped. She wanted him to come visit her. He could do that! Also, her dad wasn't home… No! Bad Soul! Bad, bad Soul!

And she wanted a hug? He had no problems giving her that. In fact he would give her as many hugs as she wanted for the rest of her life, she could NOT hear about that though, she would never let him live it down. It was that uncool (Or the largely ignored part of his brain added, you could spend the rest of your life together, why would she say no to you? He responded with his usual reply, "a lot of reasons, that's why!").

Either way. She wanted him to hug her. She wanted him to hug her! Soul was not gonna lie, the he found this very exciting.

He was gonna go do it! He would hug her! And possibly kiss her.

Nope, actually, now was not the right time to kiss her. He would settle for a hug and be done with it (or they could snuggle on the couch and watch a movie. What do you mean Soul was a closet snuggle bunny? He totally wasn't. Argh. Not cool).

Soul grabbed his helmet, a spare pair of cloths (it was raining really hard outside and he would have to take his bike) and shoved them in his backpack while zipping up his cool leather jacket.

Oh yeah, he was ridding off to the house where the girl of his dreams lived at like, 11 at night in a rainstorm just to give her a hug. He was cool.

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Maka lay limp and lifeless on the couch. Her eyes blank as she gazed at the tv. She was sad. She missed her mama. She wondered if she should have ever been born. If she never had been born her parents would never have had to get married and their relationship might have worked out and her mama would be happier.

If she had never been born-

Her unhappy musings where cut of by her cellphone, which was ringing loudly.

"Hello?" Maka asked, knowing very well who it was.

"Hey," Soul answered. "Can I please come over?"

"Uh, if you want…" Maka replied, "It's raining though…"

"Yup," Soul agreed. "That's why you should let me in."

"What?"

knock knock

"Soul" Maka sighed as she hung up and moved towards the door to let in her best friend.

As soon as the door was open, Soul stepped in, shucked off his jacket and boots and wrapped his arms around her.

"What are you doing?!" Maka squeaked out, her voice rising unnaturally high as Soul nuzzled her, his cold nose against her neck and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

"It's your parents anniversary," Soul replied. "You're generally sad on their anniversary, and I thought you might want a hug".

Maka pulled back slightly, "So you left whatever you where doing and drove all the way here in the pouring rain on you bike? Soul, that was not safe! You could have crashed!" She exclaimed while staring into his eyes.

"So?" Soul asked pressing his forehead against hers, "I didn't crash though."

"But you could of! You could have been hurt and that would have been all my fault!" Maka cried out.

"I wouldn't have gotten hurt from that, Maka. I've ridden in much worse, believe me. I just wanted to make you happy," Soul said.

It was then Maka's turn to hug him, pressing close to him, her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his chest as she cried.

"Thank you, Soul."

"No problem, Maka, no problem".

They spent the rest of the night curled up together on the couch, like last movie night (ever since Soul had randomly pulled her into his lap they sat like that every time they watched tv together. Both parties where very happy about this.). As the thunder crashed around them Maka pressed her back closer to Soul's chest and he wrapped his arms around her, both teens pulled each other closer, not wanting to let go.

Maka thanked whatever God was smiling down on her that decided to gift Soul with such good timing.

Soul thanked whatever God was looking after him that Maka had made that post.