Colds have been an enemy to mankind for years. They come when you least expect or want them to. This is when you remember that tissues are your best friend.

I grab a carton of milk and take drink. Maka hates it when I do this. I glance at the clock. I need to leave for work. By the way, Maka still hasn't gotten up. She is usually up before me. This morning was off without seeing her on the stove cooking breakfast. I was about to walk over to her room to knock when suddenly the blond in thought appears.

Woah.

Her nose was red and her eyes were glassy. Blond strands of hair seemed out of place on her head. Maka sniffles, "I called in sick for work already." Her voice was raspy.

"I can see why."

She shoots me a look before grabbing a glass of water. "Well you better leave. Have a good day at work." She says before sneezing.

I nod and say, "Get better."

I open the door to leave, but I unexpectedly fall to the floor. A lady with familiar purple hair had her breasts suffocating my face, "Soul! Blair hasn't played with you in forever!" She purrs against me.

"Blair, I need to go to work." My voice was muffled. If I was in high school, I would probably have a nose bleed right now.

"Who's that girl?" Blair stares at Maka. "I'm much prettier than her. You should just let Blair move in instead."

"Makaaaa….."

I watch as my sick roommate raises a book high above her head. I knew what was coming.

"Chop!"

Instantly, I was sent flying out of my apartment door. Blair glances at my fallen form and looks at Maka. Maka points out the door to Blair. The witch hat girl pouts and leaves.

Maka glares at me and says, "Idiot!" She slams the door.

This is not a cool morning.

That moron. I blow my nose obnoxiously into a Kleenex. I've seen that lady a few times. She lives across from us. I wouldn't be surprised if she worked at a bar with the way that she dresses. Plus she has those stupid big melons. Soul must be thrilled to have her as a neighbor.

I cough and head to the couch. My legs tuck under me and I prop myself up comfortably. I can finally start that book that I bought. Being sick doesn't give you many options and I don't mind this one at all.

I sniffle again and open the book. This reminded me of one night after dinner. Soul was watching TV on the couch. I decided to grab a book and join him. As I went to the bookshelf, I felt Soul stare in my direction. Recently, my awareness towards Soul has gone up. It's as if I can sense him. I glanced at him confused. He seemed to have been trying to glare a hole through my book. I noticed and said, "What?"

He continued at stare at the book intently. His eyebrows were scrunched up in determination. I held back a giggle. "Nothing." He finally says and turns his head back at the TV.

Oh.

I think I get it. Lately I had been reading after dinner and forgetting to talk to him as much. He's probably annoyed that I haven't been giving him any attention. Only Soul would get jealous of a book. He is such a kid sometimes. I smiled to myself and sat right next to him placing his arm around me so that I could lean onto him. He tensed up shock.

"This is more comfortable," I said simply and placed my book into my lap and started to read. The couch really isn't that big. After a minute, I felt his arm relax. I took a quick look up at him. His face showed much improvement compared to the pout earlier. I swear that if feels like as if I've known Soul my whole life. Maybe it was in a different time or place, but when that feeling shows up every now and then, I find myself completely fine with it.

I laugh at the memory and start to read the object in my hands.

"I'm home." I place a plastic bag on the counter. On the way home, I had bought some canned chicken soup. I heard that it was good for sick people. I just hope that Maka isn't still mad about this morning. I glance around for the blond. I spot her head sticking out above the couch. "Hey Maka, I got som-"

I pause. Maka's head rested against the couch. Since she had a stuffy nose, a soft snore could be heard. A book laid on her lap. Of course she would fall asleep with a book. I glare at it. Those books and I don't particularly get along. Maka becomes so absorb in them that she sometimes forgets that I'm even in the room. I don't like losing attention to a stupid novel. Plus, don't even get me started on how she uses those books as punishment.

I decide to move the book onto the table with the lamp, so that I could put a light blanket over Maka. I reach for a nearby pillow and carefully place it under her head. Very softly, I brush a few strand of hair out of her face.

That's better.

I felt pleased with myself and decided to go heat up the soup. An unexpected knock on the door stops me from my proposed task. It's probably Blair again. I think to myself as I open the door. Unfortunately, I was welcome by Death the Kid and his two partners.

God, you must be joking.

"I'm here to talk to Maka." The dark-haired said firmly.

"She's not here."

"Don't give me that. I know that you two are currently married and for what reasons I intend to ask Maka." Kid say exasperated.

"We want to talk to Maka." The taller girl says.

"Yeah!" The younger sister agrees.

"I'm sorry, but she is at work." I say coolly.

"She called in sick this morning." Kid's tone becomes annoyed, "Let us in or we will force ourselves in."

This guy was getting on my last nerves. "Give me your best shot." I sneer at him tauntingly.

In a flash, Kid had me firmly by the collar as he shoves me into the apartment. My left foot makes contact into his stomach, pushing him away. His shoes squeaked across the tile floor to stop the kick's momentum. My back hits the nearby table. Something shatters behind me and I ignore it. My opponent and I glare as we shift our stances, circling each other.

I decide to take the first move and charge forward, raising my fist in the air, when out of nowhere a weight of bricks hits my head. "Maka-Chop." The girl sneezes, a dictionary was in her hand.

She looks at the both of us, "What is going on?" It was apparent on her face that she didn't appreciate bring woken up. "Well?" She grits her teeth, "Someone better start explaining." For a sick person she looked scary holding a damn dictionary like a weapon.

Kid speaks first, "I came to see you, but this buffoon here was being difficult."

"You weren't much of a joy either." I growl back.

"Stop it you two." Maka coughs, "Why are you here, Kid?"

"Well something didn't feel right at the party two weeks ago. I did some research and stumbled across something interesting." Kid explains.

"We're married, so what?" I scoff at him.

Maka sighs, "Sit down on the couch. Both of you. Patty? Liz? Do you guys want anything?"

"I'm good!" Patty replies.

"You look like a mess, Maka." Liz points out.

"Yeah I have a cold." Maka grabs a tissue and walks over to the armchair across from us. Kid and I sat the farthest away from each other. This couch really is too small at the moment. I don't mind when it's just Maka and I.

"Kid, I told you not to worry." Maka starts.

"I just don't understand how you got married to this guy in the first place." Kid thumbs in my direction.

Maka sighs, "I better start from the beginning."

I listen as Maka proceeds to explain everything that has happened in the past 2 ½ months. Kid listens patiently. The sisters hung onto every detail. I plainly stare out the window. At the end, Kid exhales slowly and says, "Are you sure that you're okay with this?"

Maka smiles, "Its fine, Kid. Soul is actually a good guy once you get to know him."

I was warmed at the compliment. 10 minutes later, Maka was finally saying goodbye to our guests. Kid and I glared one last time before nodding in acknowledgement of each other. Maka closes the door in a final promise of "I'll call you later" to the sisters.

"I'm sorry about that." Maka apologizes. "They all mean well." She sneezes again for like the 100th time today.

"I got you a can of chicken soup." I motion to the bag on the counter.

She laughs, "Thanks Soul."

The blond walks over and proceeds to heat up the soup. "I just hope that you won't get sick."

"I'm too cool to get sick." I say to assure her.

She rolls her eyes and sniffles, "Sure you are." Her eyes looks down at the floor, "You broke the fruit bowl." I glance down also. Oh. So that's what broke earlier. There were bowl pieces and fruits, such as apples, oranges, and bananas on the floor.

I scratch the back of my head, "Yeah…I'll go buy a new one later." She just shakes her head and we both bend down to pick up the mess.

Two days later, I was the one hacking and coughing. Maka stands there looking refreshed and gives me a sympathy look. "I'll make you some homemade chicken soup when I get back."

I nod before sneezing. This is so not cool.

Maka places her hand on my forehead. "Well at least you don't have a fever." Her hand felt good against my head. She walks out of my room, "I'll make you a cup of tea before I leave."

Bam!

"Soul! The awesome Black*Star is here! Just seeing my godly face will put you back into good health!"

Crap!

I jump out of bed and run down the hallway. The apartment door had been slammed opened. Black*Star and Maka were looking at each other. His face was confused and her face was shocked.

"Uh hey Black*Star! What's up?" I say to break the silence.

"What is she doing here?" He points at Maka.

"Um nothing! She was just leaving."

Black*Star looks around. It's been a while since he has come over. Nothing has changed since Maka came in, except for the new books on the shelf and the apartment was less dirty. She tended to keep all her stuff in her room. I remember the night when she moved in, there wasn't much. I felt relieved that she wasn't the type of roommate to redecorate the place. Maka grabs her purse, "Umm I'll be going now. Bye."

Black*Star's glaze stops her in her tracks. "How long have you two lived together?"

Our faces turn to stone. "What are you talking about Black*Star? We're just friends." I say hopefully in a calm voice.

Black*Star continues, "It's obvious just by looking around. I may not seem like it, but I'm good at taking note of my surroundings. Plus she seemed so at home when I barge in at the door. Why didn't you tell me?" He looked hurt.

I turn to Maka. "You go to work. It's my turn to explain." I sneeze. She nods and walks out the door, but not before giving Black*Star and I a long look. I grab the tissue box.

"Dude you look horrible."He says.

I shrug and start to talk, "Remember when Maka and I both met at the bar with you guys that one night?"

Black*Star raises an eyebrow. When I finished the story, he was laughing, "For real! Wow dude!" I just sighed. I was too congested to care. "So you're tapping that?" He asks with a sudden serious face. I smile. If Maka was here she would've chop his head in two.

A/N: I'm sorry about how crappy this chapter was. I wasn't really feeling it when I wrote it. I've been working on a drabble chapter for Maka and Soul lately. Anyway the next chapter should be better than this one. Also Papa will be making an appearance. :P