Chapter 7
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"Samuel!" Amelia's emerald eyes turned fierce. She shot a deathgaze towards Sam, who pops the tomato in his mouth.
"What?" He laughs then points his fork at the blonde meister who was still laughing. "Maka thought it was funny."
Maka tries to cover her face, it being red from the laughter or the embarrassment or possibly both. Soul was completely unamused by it. His skin was possibly whiter than his hair and his face was emotionless. He just stared down at the pasta before trembly picking up the fork. Soul was crushed. His idol just embarrassed him. A man that he put on top of his "This Guy Is So Cool" list just… ashamed him.
"Soul, I'm so sorry. Sam thinks he's a comedian." Amelia gave him a concerned look. Without taking her eyes off of Soul, the petite meister reaches over the table and smacks Sam across the face. "Does that make you feel better?"
The color comes back to Soul's face as a small smile breaks through. Soul was like a child, finding joy in another's pain. Maka had calmed down and was trying to catch her breath. She lets out a long sigh with a hiccup following after it.
"I don't know why I'm the bad guy here. By the looks of it, I did you favor. From now on, everytime you walk in on her, she's going to think about that hilarious joke. Get over it Tomato." Sam pats Soul on the back and grabs the dressing.
"Water under the bridge." Maka wipes away a tear and hiccups.
"There won't be a next time." Soul grumbles under his breath. His eyes met with his meister's who was smiling playfully at him. Those little looks that she gives him warms his soul and he couldn't help but to smile back.
Amelia relaxes in her chair, enjoying the beautiful music the pair's souls were making. The group went back to enjoying their meal without anymore of Sam's awful jokes and tension in the mix. Soul had enjoyed himself on the spaghetti, even getting to take a bowl home for a mid-night snack. Amelia had found some more books that she didn't need anymore and added them to Maka's growing collection.
"This one was a favorite of mine. Story of the Trapp Family Singers. Its a memoir of the Von Trapp family. Though, I have to warn you, it doesn't match up with The Sound of Music. I had auditioned for the role of Liesl but they weren't going to let Sam be in the orchestra so we decided to take Kid up on his offer." Amelia gives Soul a Sound of Music DVD and nudges him. "I'm sure that's something the both of you would enjoy."
Amelia and Sam waved them off back to their own apartment. With a sigh, Amelia closed the door. Sam had his arms crossed, with a cocky smirk on his face. Amelia bursts out in laughter, covering her mouth. Sam's ego seemed to swell up even bigger, enjoying the adorable cackles.
"Saw the salad dressing! Ahhh!" Amelia bends over, holding her sides. "You're so corny Sammy!"
"Hey Ame, were we ever like that?" Sam's cocky attitude turned solemn as his violet eyes searched Amelia's body.
"Awkward?"
"Yeah."
"Not like that. We had our awkward times but it wasn't as bad as that. Our personalities are a lot different than theirs. Like with Soul," Amelia grabs a piece of paper and draws a musical staff on it. She starts to write notes upon the page, trying to memorize the sound of his soul. "His wavelength is like a demented and dark piano song played only in minor chords. Maka's wavelength is like a Pop piano with action. They sound like opposites, but when they come together," Amelia rips the paper in and holds them together so the staffs line up. She then pushes them up to a light so Sam could see. "They fit perfectly. Your soul plays solemn bass chords from well… Your bass guitar. When we resonante, our music is so… Beautiful. I can't really describe it."
Sam smiled at the word, beautiful. It would be the same word that he would describe his partner. Simply beautiful. Sam was head over heels in-love with Amelia. He loved every bit of her. The way she called him Sammy, or how she would instigate a fight with him only to prove a point. Amelia made him feel accepted, something that he had never felt until they became partners.
He couldn't contain himself anymore. He pulled Amelia close to him by the waist. He caressed her cheek with one hand, and stared into her eyes. She smiled back at him, used to his affection. He leaned in closer, resting his lips on hers, and enjoying the sweet taste. They break with her giggling against his neck. He sighs with the words barely audiable, "I love you."
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