AN: I am a ladybug. I like to do fun things. Like DANCE MY BUTT OFF *dances*

HEYYYY PEOPLE! Guess who's back? And guess who's got a new chapter for you? And guess what new chapter is NOT GONNA CONTINUE FROM THE CLIFF-HANGER! YEAH! THIS ONE! HAHAHA!

But don't worry, you'll get plenty of MaStar action later on. I promise. I PINKIE SWEAR.

HA. See what I did there?

Such comedy. Many laughter. Wow.


Chapter 3: Panic! At My New Job

"So how was it?" Soul asked. I shrugged.

"It was okay. Their kids are cute." I said, walking in the door. Suddenly a pretty girl in a nightgown walked out of his room.

"Soul... hurry up...!" She whined. I blushed. What the hell was she doing in his room?!

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Gimme a minute." He waved her off and she frowned, but closed the door.

"Who was that?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Amelia. She works at Chupa Cabra's."

"And you brought her home?"

"The bitch was thirsty."

"I don't even know what that means."

Soul laughed. "Plus, you're the one who's working as Black Star's maid. Who are you to tell me who I can and can't have sex with?" He said with a toothy grin. I shivered.

"You're so open about it..."

"Chill out. I was just joking. I'm not gonna do it with a slut from Chupa Cabra's."

"Then what is she doing in your room?"

"Very good question. Not quite sure how I'm gonna get out of that one." He laughed. The floorboards in his room creaked. He raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes. "If you must."

As the door opened again, he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist and cupped my chin in his hands. I hung my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. I grinned as the girl gasped and stormed over to us.

"You dick!" She exclaimed, pulling us apart and slapping him across the face. He frowned and rubbed his cheek.

"That was harder than most... hmm." He said. I stifled a giggle.

"Ugh!" She stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Soul and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"How many times are you gonna do this? Sooner or later I'm not gonna be home and you're gonna be stuck." I said. He laughed and jabbed a thumb towards his door.

"If that happens I can always whip out those dirty magazines I have from when I was younger." He said. I stuck out my tongue.

"Gross."

"Oh, come on. You know I have them. I was a normal teenage boy, you know. I bet even Kid had dirty magazines."

"I highly doubt that." I walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out a soda and cracking it open.

Suddenly he appeared behind me, one hand around my waist and the other holding mine. He rested his chin on my shoulder and smiled as I shivered and tried to squirm free.

"You know, if you wanted some of the last death scythe, I'd be happy to oblige." He breathed. I frowned and gave him a long side glance.

"Yeah, right. Stop playing around and let me eat. I'm hungry." I said. He laughed. "Stubborn as ever, I see."

After I'd made myself some pancakes, Soul and I sat down at the table.

"So when are you finally gonna settle down and find a wife?" I asked with a small smile, but I hid it behind my coffee cup. He laughed and kicked his feet up on the table.

"What do you mean, find a wife?"

"You don't have a girlfriend yet?"

"So what if I do?"

"You do have a girlfriend!"

"I never said that."

"Don't lie to me. What's her name?"

"Ginger."

"Ha! Wait a minute, Ginger...?"

"Yeah. The red-head we went to school with."

"Oh, I remember her! You had a crush on her for the longest time..."

"And she finally noticed me." He chuckled. I smiled. "Well congrats. I hope she's as nice as everyone says she is." I said. He nodded and stuck out his bottom lip. "So do I."

We stayed silent for a while, but the Soul asked a strange question.

"So how about you? I hear you had some thing goin' on with Kid."

I swear I almost spit out my coffee.

"What the hell?!"

"You asked me about my love life. Why can't I ask you about yours?"

"There's nothing between us! I swear!"

"Then how come he grins every time someone says your name?"

"He... whaa...?"

"Yup. I was asking him about how your first day with him went, and he just kept smiling."

I blushed a deep red. "That perv... I swear, once I get my hands on him..."

"Oh, so you want your hands on him?"

"THAT IS SO NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"Chill! I'm just joking."

"Ugh." I stood up and took my coffee to my room.

"Hey, what happened to the 'no food out of the kitchen' rule?"

"It doesn't apply to me when I'm pissed!"

"Then I get to bring chips and salsa into the game room and you can't bitch about it!" He yelled as I slammed the door.

I sunk to the floor and pressed the edge of the cup to my lower lip. Three guys in one day... that's gotta be some sort of record. It is in my book, at least. And one of them meant... nothing.

I closed my eyes and blew bubbles in my coffee. How come everything had to happen now? Kid and Black Star couldn't have waited until I stopped getting pimples and wearing sweatpants in public to make their moves?

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and set the coffee on my bedside table. You can think it over in the morning, but now you can sleep. That's probably the best thing to do right now.


When I woke up in the morning my ears were instantly bombarded with the sound of an electric guitar. I took my pillow and tried to use it to block out the sound, but it was so loud the stale coffee I left overnight was rippling with the bass.

"SOUL! TURN THAT DOWN!" I screamed, hoping he could hear me over the noise. Obviously he could, as my door burst open as he entered.

He played a fierce electric guitar, fingering the notes on his imaginary fret board and banging his head in such a way that I was a bit worried he might give himself a concussion.

"I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of..."

"Soul, do you really have to-"

"Closing the goddamn door, NO!"

"Okay, that's enough-"

"It's much better to face these kinds of things,"

"Soul-"

"With a sense of poise and rationality!"

"SOUL." I slapped my hand over his mouth. He laughed and continued singing, but I couldn't make out the words because y hand was muffling the noise. I recoiled and wiped his spit off on my shorts, grimacing as he continued.

"POOOOOOIIISEE AAAAAAANNNDDD RATIONALITTAAAAAYYYYYYY HEEEEEEEEYYYYYY!" He climbed onto my bed and kicked my pillow, hitting me in the face.

"AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!"

And then my fist collides with his face.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR A GODDAMN MINUTE?" I scream over the music. He lays on the ground, chin tilted back as his cheek begins to redden.

"Oh damn. I've been hit."

"For Shinigami's sake, Soul, what are you on?" I mumble as I exit. He laughs.

"Just thought I'd give you a proper wake up call!" He calls after me. I roll my eyes and grab a granola bar before exiting the apartment and slamming the door behind me.

AN: Sorry this is short. I'm just not in the mood for writing out the entire freaking day. So I'm gonna end it here and add a time skip for next chapter.

Anybody who can name the song I used gets a virtual cookie. YAY.

Later, losers!

-TRG