Chapter 5

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Blaaaahh I feel like this chapter is one of the worst ones so I apologize. After I get a full 8 hours of sleep, I will be ready to write the next one.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Soul Eater. But I do own Amelia and Sam.

Albarn/Evans Household, Saturday 2 P.M.

"What are you doing?" Maka said sleepily as she leaned against the bathroom doorway.

Soul was dressed to impress. He put on a black headband to help pin back parts of his bangs that were hanging in his face. He fixed the collar of his shirt, then turned to Maka, who was still dressed the same way the he last saw her. He tried to focus solely on her face but his eyes would often dart back down to her legs. He then managed to hold her sleepy gaze with his crimson eyes.

"I'm going to go welcome Sam to the neighborhood. You know, like those housewives do on television. But I'm not a housewife and I'm not going to talk shit about him later. I'm going to get on his good side, then maybe he'd accept me as his apprentice." Soul squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and started polishing his fangs.

Maka rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn. She felt awful from her lack of sleep and the unfitting nap she took to try to make up for it. She smacks her cheeks a little then gives Soul a confused look. "Apprentice for what?"

"Coolness."

She immediately smacks her hand against her forehead. Wow… Could he be any more idiotic? She looks at him again, wanting to punch him for his stupid remark. "Are you bringing them anything? You know you're supposed to bring them a housewarming gift if you intend to be it so."

"Eh, I went to DeathMarket and bought them cookies."

She grabs Soul by the shirt and flings him out of the bathroom. "Alright, lemme take a shower and I'll make something. Just… don't go over there with store bought cookies."

Usually it wouldn't phase him, but her words made him picture her showering. He blamed the years of suppressed hormones. Yeah, Suppressed Hormones! Holding back urges, fighting sinful thoughts… all of these couldn't be good for a teenage boy, especially someone reaching the peak of image kept flowing back to him every time he tried to suppress it. Good thing Maka closed the door before his nose started to squirt. He ran to the kitchen sink to scrub the blood off of his face once he started thinking about Kittens… Puppies… Babies…

Damnit, I have to change my shirt… Soul grimaced at the blood spatter and walked towards his bedroom. He stopped as he heard a lyrical muse come from the bathroom. He stepped a little closer and put his ear to the door. He gasped as Maka's light voice sang a tune that had been stuck in her head for the past two days.

"You're giving me too many things

Lately, you're all I need.

You smiled at me and said,

'Don't get me wrong, I love you,

But does that mean I have to meet your father?'"

Soul tries his best to conceal his laughter as she trails off mumbling, obviously not knowing the rest of the lyrics. Instead, she hums the melody. Soul jumps back as he hears the water be turned off. He stumbles and runs to his room, slamming the door shut. I gotta hide this shirt somewhere… or I could actually do the laundry for once. No, that would be way too suspicious. He shrugs his shoulders and tosses the bloody shirt on his bed, rummaging around for another. Having no luck, he exists his room and goes towards Maka's (the shirt bandit) room.

He flung open her door only to catch an eye full of a stark naked girl. They yelped in unison. Soul dove for the door, Maka dove for her towel. But they missed. Their bodies clashed together and so did their screaming. Maka attempted to cover what little she had and Soul, being the slight gentleman he was, shut his eyes as he scrambled and crawled out the room.

"GET OUT!"

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO FREAKING SORRY MAKA!" He runs back into his room, sliding against the closed door. His heart raced and his hands trembled. He opened his a crack, her's was closed. Good for him, no dirty thoughts came to him. It was definitely not the right time to be a raging hormonal teenager. Uncool. So fucking uncool. On so many damn levels, that was definitely one of the worst things that could ever happen. Damnit Soul. Lost in his thought, he didn't notice Maka, now completely fully dressed, standing at his door with murderous eyes and heavy book in her hand.

"Ever heard of knocking?!" She clutched the book tighter in her hand.

"I said I was sorry…" Soul hung his head, ashamed for not knocking. It was like rule number one in the guide to living with a girl. Always knock, even it's your own door. That's what I get for skimming…

She growled and turned her head away. "Well it's no fun if you're expecting it!" She threw one of his favorite shirts at him then stormed off to the kitchen. Soul cautiously put the shirt on and walked to the kitchen. Maka was slamming cookie sheets on the counter in a fit of rage.

"Maka…"

She gave him a death glare that said, Not. A. Word. She grabbed the cookie dough tube from the fridge and started spreading them upon the pan. She violently threw them in the oven, setting the timer and then pouting. She didn't look at him. She knew that she didn't need to overreact this much but the scene kept replaying itself over and over again in her mind. Ass. Soul slightly whimpered, then spoke with his voice quiet.

"Maka… isn't that cheating? What's the difference if it comes from a can?"

"It's the effort that they taste. Store bought cookies showed that you like to half ass things. And you want to get on his good side right?" Maka's voice was a lot less harsh and less angry.

If that's the case then they still aren't going to taste that much effort. Soul thought, but he nodded in agreement to Maka, letting her deal with the baking. They stood there in silence for the next 10 minutes. When the timer went off, Maka pulled out the gooey cookies and set them in a cookie bin. She smacked Soul's head to bring him back to reality.

"I'm not as mad as I was, but I'm still mad so don't take my 'happiness' as you getting off the hook."

"Rodger" He smiled his sharp tooth grin, cracking her exterior and making her smile back.

Fermata/Calypso Household

Amelia sat down on the couch next to Sam, feeling the most exhausted from the move. Her usual lively and peppy attitude turned sour as Sam leaned in for a "job well done" kiss. She lifted her hands up in protest, giving him a not in the mood look. In front of their coffee table was the last box that needed unpacking but to her it was flipping her off.

"I'm gunna kill it." She growled at the brown package.

"You can't kill a box, Ame." Sam's smooth voice sounded marginally rough due to his feelings getting rejected.

"I can sure try! Quick Sam! Scythe mode!" She had more of a cynical pep than a joyful pep at the moment.

He shook his head and frowned. "No, you rejected my love, so now I'm upset."

"Oh, like you tell me when I get upset over things, get over it." She patted his cheek.

"No, I say that after I compliment you to counteract whatever it is that you are upset about. You're just being Cold Amelia again. I thought that stopped when we became partners…"

"Awh, I'm sorry Sammy, I hurt your feelings." She kissed the violet eyed man's cheek.

With that he tackled Amelia, tickling her sides. Only Sam knew the girl's true weakness and it was her sides. Oh how much he would love to torture her when they would get home from school. Ah, those were the earliest days of their partnership. This attack allowed him to pin her down and Sam being the stronger one, she could never wriggle free.

"Forget the box." Sam leaning closer to Amelia, kissing her neck. "Let's fool around a bit."

To save her from her concupiscent partner, the doorbell rang. Sam groaned and made a mental note to kill whoever is at the door. Amelia giggled joyfully and patted his back. She slid from underneath him and crawled her way to the door. When she opened it, both parties seemed surprised to see each other.

Ugh….. I need sleeeep. Okay I will have a hilarious one next time! I promise. Well I dunno I might need help from someone but I will fight on!