I do not own Soul Eater or any other character (hahah get the pun?)
"Life changes, and the world can't wait for us to."
I was suddenly overcome with this fear he would find out, and I had to rerun the memories to make sure there wasn't anything bad that we did…
Even though I knew I wouldn't find anything.
Maka POV
Come on come on! I have to think of something quick! Great, now I'm going to start stuttering. Just pretend everything is fine, because right now, everything is fine.
"Well then come on let's go!" I shouted happily. I grabbed Tsubaki's hand and pretended that I wanted to leave quickly, still holding on to the teddy bear with my other hand.
Soul and Black Star just followed obediently. I took Tsubaki so far ahead, that if the two of them were in a deep conversation, which I would bet my life they were, we couldn't hear them. Tsubaki continued to thank me for getting her out of the situation, but it really wasn't that big of a deal, especially since she was only an innocent bystander who just happened to participate in what happened, and none of it was truly her fault.
Because it was all my fault.
We got to the parking lot, and being one of the last ones the only lights that we had that were coming from the carnival, were slowly turning off one by one and they had completely shut off by the time we got to Soul's motorcycle and the only light available to us was coming from the moon and the stars, and it started to get a little cloudy. Was there a possibility it was going to storm?
We all stood around Soul's motorcycle.
"Sorry guys, she can only hold two people." Soul said apologetically, referring to his bike of course…hopefully.
"That's no problem! Black Star doesn't need the help of an insignificant vehicle to get around! I'm faster than any racecar anyways!" I have to admit, Black Star's giant ego and random bursts were kind of funny, so I laughed a little.
"Tsubaki, did you want to go with Soul this time?" I asked insistently. My guess was they ran the entire way, and I didn't want her to go through that again.
"As if she'd pass up the chance to go with the great Black Star!" He laughed obnoxiously again. His personality was starting to get real annoying real fast. "Let's go Tsubaki!" And he motioned her to follow him. I smiled, those two really did share some kind of weird, twisted bond now. It was like friendship, but more.
"U-Uh alright." Tsubaki stuttered, a little confused. "I'll see you at home then Maka!"
"Bye Tsubaki!" I waved back as Tsubaki and Black Star ran off. I have to admit I was pretty proud of myself. Maybe, just maybe, by my little but well meant efforts, Black Star had finally come to realize just how lovable Tsubaki was. I knew her well enough to know that she is probably the only person who could handle Black Star, on a level even Soul couldn't reach.
I felt strong, calloused hands wrap around my wrist and tug me slightly. I turned to see Soul already seated on his bike, ready to go. "Well, get on." He pushed. "I'll drop you off at home." He said it so casually, like he had expected to drive me home in the first place.
I followed his instructions and got on the bike, wrapping my arms around his torso like before as he began to sped off. Hey, I think I'm getting the hang of this whole motorcycle thing. Maybe it was because I felt safe with him. I rested my head on top of his back. Huh, that's weird, I never noticed before how comfy it was, considering how muscular and strong it was as well. I guess I was too mad at him last time to notice, or asleep. It was amazing someone as well built as him could feel this comfy. Wait, no, this is wrong! I don't like him. I can't like him. We've barely known each other for a day, not to mention the immense difference between our lives.
He was an Evans. He lives in a mansion, I live in a two bedroom apartment. I have a job, and he wouldn't need one for his entire life. He has a gift, a talent, where mine was breaking in and vandalizing. He probably ate like a king for breakfast, where I would probably eat like a peasant for the next century. He was socialized into the world of high class and formality…
…and I grew up on the streets.
I admit, down by the shoreline, I felt something before he set me off. But that was one time. No, I can't let him get any closer to me. If we become closer, he might take after me. An Evans, living as a delinquent and moving through the shadows. Even though Tsubaki and I were mostly tag alongs, we were still involved in those crimes. No, I can't like him, I can't be near him. It's too dangerous for him. I won't let him be dragged down from such an envied lifestyle, no matter how much he says he hates it. The only ones I knew who survived were Liz and Patty, but they were kicked out, they had no choice. He still has a chance and…
…he can do better than me. So much better to the extent I'm willing to die for this belief.
It's just a small summer romance.
Just like all the other ones I've had.
He'll be gone before I know it.
Having him leave my life a little earlier wouldn't make a difference.
However, I can't leave his side. Or at least, I can't stop hanging with him. Because my dearest friend likes his best friend, and I'm not going to mess this up for her. I'll hang with Soul, so she can hang with Black Star, because I've never seen her look at a boy the way she looks at him, no matter how narcissistic and aggressive he makes himself. In fact, I've never seen her have this much of an interest in a boy. She rarely did. So that's what I'll do, because I want Tsubaki to go for it. But to start feeling this way about him after barely a day…nah, it wasn't anything special I'm sure.
"So where am I going?"
His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Wow, I feel as though I was overthinking things. "Actually, I was going to ask you for a favor."
"Whatsup?" he asked coolly. Whenever he talked to me so casually like that, I seriously feel like I could ask him anything in the world. His voice played a trick on me like that, and it made me melt so much it was infuriating.
"Do you think we could take the long way home?"
He chuckled slightly. "I didn't know loved to hold onto me so much."
I squeezed him harder to the point I made him began coughing due to the sudden lack of air I deprived him. "OF COURSE NOT!" I screamed, then lowered my voice and loosened my grip, allowing him to breathe again. "It's just…when Black Star and Tsubaki get to the apartment, I just wanted to give them some alone time." I admitted a little sheepishly, because the way I said it made it sound like I was hoping they'd do things together, but I wanted Tsubaki to be together with someone she likes so bad.
"Aren't they having some alone time right now?"
"Well, yeah but, I feel like this might be the only chance they could really talk and I want to give her as much time as I can with him." I sounded really cheesy I know but, I care about her a lot.
"It's passed midnight, shouldn't you be sleeping?" He chuckled.
I could tell by the tone of his voice it was nearly taunting. Treating me like a little girl when I'm trying to do something nice! Honestly the nerve of this boy! "Can't we just go to your place or something?" I accidentally blurted out. Oh, crap.
"NO." I felt his body stiffen and his grip on the handlebars grew tighter. "That's the last place I'm going to tonight."
I smiled a little. He sounds like me when I wanted to run away, to escape. When suddenly home, didn't feel like home anymore. However, I wasn't going to push him any further into those thoughts. Damnit, I'm already starting to rub off on him. If I were to ask him questions about why, that would send his mind digging deeper and deeper into that dark portion of his heart. And if it got as bad as mine,, I would never forgive myself. Because when I finally reached the bottom of that dark abyss…
…let's just say I wasn't leaving the carnival holding onto a boy on the back of a bike.
But the smile disappeared quickly because I could sense this serious vibe coming from him, and it felt like something I really shouldn't mess with. I hugged him tighter, but in a more consoling way.
"Heh, trust me, you're talking to the perfect person for that topic." I muttered to myself.
He heard me. "Does it have anything to do with what happened last time you went to the carnival?"
Shit. The one question I was hoping he would avoid, was straight up heard by my ears. No, I can't tell him. If he knows, he might completely cut off our relationship and force Black Star away from Tsubaki. There's no way a rich person would want to associate with someone who messed up like that.
So I stayed silent.
But he wouldn't accept it.
"Is it really that bad?" His voice was changing, it now almost sounded sincere.
"Yeah." I said sharply, demanding an end to the conversation.
I heard him sigh. "Well, it's none of my business anyways. Just as long as you had fun today." He said it so nonchalantly, but it sounded caring.
His voice, his stupid melodic voice felt like it was entering through my ears and headed straight for my heart, for my soul, literally running over any obstacles and prying open my mind. His voice was trying to dig deeper into me. It made me want to tell him everything. It made me want to…
…trust him.
If it wasn't because of him, I probably wouldn't have had the time I did today. And not to mention I have this teddy bear with me to remember it.
"But if it's really bothering you that much, you should really get it off your chest."
Again with the prying. Please stop talking Soul, I'll end up spilling everything.
"Come on, we've still got an hour or so til we even reach the city. It's just us two. I won't tell anyone." He was like a curious cat that wouldn't stop meowing. But when he said he wouldn't tell anyone, the tone gave me so much trust in him it finally penetrated me.
"I-I can't."
"Why not?"
Okay, his pestering was enough. I was starting to shout. "Because I just can't okay? Besides, you never told me anything about what was bothering you and when you wouldn't tell me I let it go so just this once can't you just-!"
"'Fire Versus Water: Two Story Flames Engulf Everything by the Shoreline.'" His voice was stern as it interrupted me.
"Excuse me?" I said in disbelief.
"That was the headline wasn't it?"
Of course I knew it was the freaking headline, it was about me! I started to get a little angry at him, he obviously knew it was about what happened at the carnival and he still decides to ask such a stupid question? But then I stopped my anger in its tracks. If he knew the headline then that means…
"…you know what happened?" I nearly choked when I asked him.
He shook his head. "No I don't, because someone won't tell me." He paused. "Unless that wasn't you." He added.
Again with the prying! No, now it was straight up walking through a mine with a flashlight, trying to find some sort of gem inside the darkness…trying to find something beautiful in me that was completely covered in the darkness of my heart, my soul. He had already dug through my façade and had already penetrated me, but now he was straight up searching. I don't know why because he isn't going to find anything. But I couldn't help but feel that although he was metaphorically trudging through the darkness within me hoping to find some sort of light, made me want to…
…trust him.
Even if he was some rich kid, he wouldn't be making such an effort to try and 'help' me or 'figure me out' or something like that unless he sincerely wanted to, right? At least, that's what I wanted to believe.
His pestering and prying and searching was definitely annoying, to the point I wanted him to pull over and drop me off on the side of the street so I couldn't be this close to him any longer. It's just walking home on the side of the streets, nothing I wasn't used to. But that pestering and prying and searching also felt like, he wasn't giving up on me.
And that's the last thing I wanted anyone to do.
He's still searching that cave with his little flashlight, even in this silence that I created. How many minutes passed, ten? Fifteen? It didn't seem that long when I was trying to gather my thoughts. Okay so forty five minutes left until we entered the city. I guess I have time…
…to tell him.
I hated to admit defeat, but whatever he did it worked. And because it worked I was also ticked slightly, he was honestly the first person to get through to me like that, I don't know why but whatever it was it made him different from everyone else who tried to. Especially when it was about what happened at the carnival. That topic was probably the most touchiest topic to ever discuss with me, even more than the fact I cut myself off from my family. I hated it so much I never even talked about it with Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty, who were all a part of it.
That was the first time I became ringleader of a crime we committed.
Ever since then I just fell back into just tagging along and let Liz and Patty lead like they always did.
I sighed. "If I tell you, feel free to drop me off on the side of the road."
He chuckled. "Why would I do that? It's you, it can't be that bad." I didn't reply to him, and waited for him to ask me to tell him, because I was definitely not going to start talking on my own. "So what happened?" He asked in a sincere but casual tone, like it was no big deal.
"It actually happened after Tsubaki and I met Liz and Patty. All four of us met at a carnival a while back. They tried to pickpocket us and when we caught them we asked them 'why' and we all sat down and had a long talk about our lives. Tsubaki and I admired their carefree lives after cutting themselves off their family ties and so we all decided to live together at that moment." I smiled a little at the memory, but it went away as I started to tell the story. "A year later, I started going out with a guy named Hiro…"
He waited patiently as I tried to gather my thoughts. I hadn't relived this in so long it was a wonder I was able to remember this much. I had to get the storyline straight and I took another deep breath, signaling I was ready to start.
"He was one of those motorcycle gang guys with a badass reputation on the outside but on the inside was actually a lame nerd. His carefree way of life attracted me, and I admired him for it so eventually we started going out." I paused, trying to get my words straight. "Over time, that nerdy side of him I liked started to disappear until he was a full fledged delinquent, and his fugitive personality kind of grew on me until I joined his gang. Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty knew about him but they were more of the solo kind of delinquents, so I was the only one."
"Wait, you joined the gang? Just for a guy? That's so uncool."
"Shut up!" I screamed. It wasn't my greatest moment in life. Does he want to hear the story or not because frankly I'd rather not relive it.
He stayed silent after my shout, so I continued.
"Ugh where was I…" I fished through my thoughts. "Well, after a few months of dating it was summer and the carnival came to town. I always loved the carnival and its rides and cotton candy, it was essentially my weak side to my delinquent self back then, especially since it was where we met the feared Thompson Sisters. I asked Hiro to take me there, hoping he would understand that girly side of me like I understood his, but he mistook my question and thought I asked him to take me and his gang there to tear up the place. I didn't want to risk him breaking up with me because I loved him so much, so I went along with it. As long as I could go to the carnival, it didn't matter to me."
I could feel that he was sensing I was getting to that night. His body actions told me that he really wanted to hear the story.
"But when I asked him to take me there, it was when the whole gang was around. They made fun of me because I was being a daisy but when Hiro 'explained' that I wanted to go to tear the place up, they started to hatch a plan while I stayed quiet."
I took a deep breath, trying to remember all the gory details of the plan. "They wanted to get tools and dismantle all of the rides by taking out a few screws so they'd fall apart when people were on them." I said quietly. Even now, I could still feel the pain I felt when I heard it.
"But then those people would probably die." Soul stated.
"I know!" I screamed again, out of habit I guess you could say. Because as soon as they finished, I stood up against them and screamed like that. "Sorry." I apologized quickly.
"Go on." He ushered.
I took a deep breath. My body was starting to feel the bruises and cuts. "Well I was obviously against it and I tried to object and confessed that I just wanted to have a good time like a regular person for once. They all decided that if I wanted to be like the people they wanted to hurt, they might as well hurt me then. So they…" I nearly choked at the memory. Every inch of my body could feel it again.
"They did not."
I tried not to cry because the punches and kicks and slices were reliving themselves in my head, and I felt like my body was slowly being destroyed again. But this was one of those stories where once you started, you had to finish it. But I saw him tighten his grip on the handle.
"Nevermind, you don't have to tell me."
I shook my head. After all of that mental frustration? Like hell I wasn't going to finish it! So I continued before he could say anything back.
"After they finished with me, they just left me there, assuming I was dead. I called up Tsubaki and Liz and Patty. They came to pick me up, bringing a first aid kit to stop the bleeding and a blanket to cover up my ripped clothing. When we got back to the apartment, I told them everything." I lowered my voice. "Especially about how it hurt most that Hiro had turned against me like that." I didn't want him to feel pity for me, so I brought my voice back up. "Well that night we decided to take revenge."
I was actually in the darkest part of my memory right now, because I had completely snapped. The rest was my idea, I lead the entire execution of the revenge plan. It was the person I was after they jumped me, that I feared the boy I was holding onto would become if he got any closer to me. I became emotionless and was powered by nothing but hatred.
"Since I was the one who overheard the plan firsthand, they let me lead." I lowered my voice. "We did a lot of drinking before we did it, and we did a little of practically ever drug. Pot, marijuana, weed, shrooms, etc. We didn't do enough for it to completely affect us, just enough to give us the guts to do what we did." He probably wouldn't realize it, but this was the ultimate reveal of why the guy at the ticketbooth acted the way he did. "The gang was going to hide their tools behind a warehouse where they kept the prizes, and we were going to set fire to the tools."
"So that's how the fire started?"
"Yeah."
"Well why didn't you guys just throw them in the water?"
Geez, questioning our plan? "Do you have any idea how frickin heavy they were? We're four teenage girls not WWE professionals!" I shouted. "Besides, the carnival wasn't at the shoreline, it was a few miles away from it back then. But…" Even though he couldn't see it anyways, I tried to hide my face. "Because of what we did…that's why the location changed."
"R-Right, sorry." He stuttered under my tone. "So, is that the whole story?"
"No." He left an open silence, telling me to continue. "Someone put the tools there a few hours before the carnival closed the first night, so it would be there overnight and the workers and volunteers who arrived the next day before opening just assumed the mechanics just put them there. We poured oil and gasoline into the entire box as soon as the carnival closed."
I took a deep breath. "We threw as many lighters and matches as we had into the box, and it lit up immediately. We ran away as quickly as we could but the fire grew faster than we had expected. I guess the prizes and the wood warehouse caught on fire too, and then it spread from there."
"Did you get away?"
"No. Just our luck a janitor and his other janitor friend who were taking a smoking break found us and just so happened to work out at the gym every night. They called the police and when they, the firefighters, and the ambulance came, I was arrested."
"You were arrested?"
I nodded. "Because it was my idea, and because I felt like I deserved some karma for being so stupid and trusting Hiro and his gang, I took the blame. Not to mention I injured about seven workers and put them out of their jobs for a few months while managing to burn a few acres of land and most of the attractions beyond repair." That was my darkness. I sighed, I had somehow gotten through reliving it, but I wasn't finished yet. In fact I was scared. Scared that since he heard what I did…
…Soul would leave me. Then there would be no relationship for Black Star and Tsubaki anymore, and once again, it would be my fault.
But then again, hopefully he would leave me. Then he could go back to his nice and luxurious lifestyle, and he wouldn't have to suffer being with someone like me. It's better for him, it's better for me. And if it's something more, it's just a summer romance. Just like all the other ones I've had.
"You must have gotten years of jail."
"I only got a little under a year, because I turned the gang in. The police had been chasing Hiro's gang for years and the bounty was big enough for me to buy bail, even for something like that. Probably because they had been doing worse things than what I did for years before I joined."
"You turned the entire gang in?"
"Well, I turned the leaders in; and that included Hiro."
"What about you being drunk and high? I'm sure you definitely got in trouble for that."
"Since it was the first time we got caught, we didn't have a record for it and they decided to give us a warning."
"You're one hell of a lucky kid ya know that?"
"Not necessarily. Some members of the gang are still out there, and I'm pretty sure they've gotten back together." I chuckled like it was some joke. "I bet they're probably after me right now or something." I lowered my voice. "And the post trauma was bad, it took me weeks before I could even step outside of this complex." Once again I chuckled to cover my pain.
My smile went away. Huh, I never really thought about the gang searching for me. Well, that's another reason for him to stay away from me. I'm surprised that the gang hasn't gotten to me yet, but now that I thought that I probably jinxed it and I bet they'll find me tomorrow or something. Someone as aristocratic as Soul shouldn't risk his life hanging around me. Hiro's gang has capabilities that even I'm afraid of, and I used to help them with it all! Then again, he would probably come with bodyguards or something.
There was an air of silence surrounding us as we traveled about another five minutes down the empty road. The streetlights were passing us so fast they were mere blurs now in the corners of my eyes. Why isn't he saying anything? I just told him my darkest secret after he wasted so much effort pestering me about it, and he's just not going to say anything about it? Maybe my fears came true, maybe he's decided to just cut off all ties and not speak to me again. Maybe after he drops me off at home, that's it. Something's definitely going on in his head and if I don't find out soon I'll crack. It's him I mean come on, after all that persevering and annoying me, someone like him would have made some sort of remark. I just visited a locked part of my heart for crying out loud doesn't that mean anything to him?
"Okay, I get it." I said.
I could tell he was raising an eyebrow, I don't know how but I kind of pictured it in my head. And when he continued to stay silent, I just kept talking. Why does he do this to me? With any other person I would have pouted and played the silent game as well, but for some reason he makes me want to spill my heart out.
"You probably want nothing to do with a delinquent like me." I looked around real quick and I pointed right over his left shoulder, hiding my face from the wind with his back. "Here, that spot's fine. Just pull over and you can drop me off right there." I said it casually, I mean hey, I really didn't care. I wonder if he was a little surprised at how nonchalantly I asked him.
But he didn't just pass the spot I pointed to, I'm pretty sure he actually sped up and made sure we passed it as fast as we could. The sudden speed made me squeeze him even tighter to hold on for dear life and I dug my face into his back as my shield. Why didn't he just drop me off on the side like I asked him to? It's clear I'm being a bad influence on him and I'd rather not continue to pollute his lifestyle.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
No reply.
"Dude just pull over, I can walk from here it's really no problem!" I started to raise my voice. This whole silent treatment was really bothering me.
No reply.
I sighed dramatically and heavily after no response. "You can leave me it's fine. That's what I'd expect you to do after hearing how bad I was." I paused. "And the sad thing is, some part of who I used to be… stayed with me." There, I was still a delinquent doing crimes on a lesser scale, just leave me already you're starting to piss me off. "I know you're an Evans so you're pretty high class, you really shouldn't be hanging around someone like me with my kind of lifestyle anyways." I'm seriously about to jump off this motorcycle. "Just leave me."
He took his eyes off the road in front of him for a few seconds to look over his shoulder and down on me with those…those… eyes of his. I had to admit it caught me a little off guard. Staying silent for so long and then suddenly giving me a look like that? I looked away and then he put his eyes back on the road.
"Hey, the first impression I got of you, you were breaking into an upper class party." His voice surprised me. Where was he going with this? He chuckled slightly. "If I didn't leave you then, I'm not gonna leave you now."
Wait.
He can't be serious.
He's just going to stay with me.
For how long? And…
"…why?" I asked him.
No, we're too different.
He took a long pause before he started to speak again. His town wasn't humorous, but it had a hint of seriousness. He lowered his tone. "You're interesting." I raised an eyebrow, but let him continue. "Well, the way you live at least." Gee, thanks. "You have so much freedom, even if you spend that freedom doing less than legal things. I envy that kind of lifestyle."
"Are you talking about that 'living in a famous, wealthy, and renowned family isn't as great as it seems' thing you were saying earlier?"
He ignored me question. "I've always lived a shut in life, and frankly I'm tired of it."
No way, he wasn't…
…was he telling me about his past life?
Okay Maka, don't let this chance slip through your fingers! Keep asking questions! "Well it's not like hanging around me and my friends is going to make it any better." I got serious. "At least you've got a family to get back to."
His tone raised into anger as he scoffed. "Family? What family?" I was extremely surprised at the sudden change in his mood. "Those people who want me put on a leash for the rest of my life, obeying their orders and having to behave myself like some dog? Some family." He paused. "We already went through that, Maka. Home is the last place I'm going to."
The way he said my name felt kind of, bizarre. I wasn't used to being so casual when I came to first name basis with him. "Sorry to hear that." I apologized. "But to be honest, you'd probably have it a lot easier going back then staying with us."
"Ha! Tell me something about your life that I won't find appealing." My life is…appealing to him? "That kind of life I have doesn't suit my personality at all." He ridiculed himself, then he started going off on a rant. "I wanna see the world, get hot women with a rack and wake me up with it every morning, and hang around with people who don't judge; lack of talent preferred."
"Pervert." I commented on his women statement.
He turned around real quick again. "Don't worry, there's no way I'd have perverted thoughts about your flat chest. And if I had any thoughts about it, they would be of my hunger for pancakes."
He suddenly became so mean. He was damn right that high society was no place for someone with his kind of personality! Ugh, just when I thought I was getting through to his deep side. I wanted to hurt him or do something to get revenge, but I wasn't gonna risk losing this chance to find out about his past. And because a little hint of curiosity on what the high class life was like kept poking at me.
I made a childish face of frustration. "It's not like you've got any assets either." I commented back.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know." He teased.
Crap, we were starting to go off topic. Just hold in your anger Maka. Suck it up and ask another question. "So, what exactly is it that your family does to you to make you hate them so much?" I asked as sincerely as possible. It's true that I ran away from mine but, someone with a bright future and a family like his, I still couldn't understand why he wanted to throw it all away. It was also kind of sad he wanted to leave all that, and it was also sad to see his legit hatred for his own bloodline.
"It's not necessarily what they do. More like, it's what they don't do."
"Huh?"
Again with the vagueness. This guy can't just be straight up with me? Sure there were those times when he was so blunt I was always speechless but then there were those moments when he barely told me anything, and that was even more irritating.
He sighed, and it sounded like he was getting tired of talking about it. "It's nothing."
I pouted, and he could definitely tell. Something in his tone told me he was done with the topic, and that was all I was going to get out of him. Another long silence fell onto the both of us, and he probably assumed that I had fallen asleep again. We had entered the city and it still felt like we were in our own world, and it was dark and quiet, the surrounding noises of the cars and street performers went completely unnoticed by the two of us. But after a few more minutes passed, we were approaching the street where the apartment was.
"Turn left here."
He tensed up at my sudden direction. My voice broke the complete silence that suffocated us in our own little bubble. My own voice scared even me, so it was no surprise he shook a little and then followed my command. Our apartment was a few miles away from the downtown of the city because we couldn't afford to be any closer to the hustle and bustle of the everyday life of Death City.
I instructed him to pull up to a gate. Our apartment building had a gate in front of it that you had to open to get to the sidewalk and lead to the front door of the apartment. He parallel parked his motorcycle in front of the gate.
"Kay, thanks for the ride." I said it so quietly it was almost a whisper as I got off his motorcycle. I was absolutely exhausted, frustrated, and tired. I turned my back to him but when I heard the engine shut off I stopped walking and turned around to see him getting off the bike and paying the meter for his parking. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I told you." He casually replied as he walked towards me. "I'm not going home." He continued as he actually even walked past me and opened the gate, acting like he lived in the apartment complex.
"Well I hope you know you're not sleeping over." I casually told him as I sped walked after him and went through the gate that he didn't have the decency to leave open. He walked up to the front door and waited with his hands in his pockets, clearly needing me to open the door.
I saw him push the call button. "Wait don't do that!" I hissed through my teeth. "What if Tsubaki and Black Star are in there and about to kiss or something and then we interrupted them and then everything will be all ruined and then-" I started ranting.
"Relax."
I looked up at his sudden tone. He had a blank and emotionless look on his face. He pushed the 'TALK' button and screamed "Open up you losers!" and then he pushed 'LISTEN' button and all I heard was static noise, and no talking, which meant that either they were asleep or not there. I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "That was my third time screaming into it." He took his hand off the callbox and slid it back into his pocket. "Now can you open the door I'm tired."
"What part of 'you're not staying for the night' don't you comprehend?"
"Well for one thing, you said 'sleeping over' not 'staying the night.'" He taunted.
"Don't mock me." I scolded.
He stepped away from the door and, without taking his hands out of his pockets, he lifted one leg up, bending his knee towards his chest and leaning on one foot, ready to kick the door open. "I'll just break it down then."
I sneered. "Please, that thing is practically bullet proof."
He lightly kicked it, and the glass of the door cracked. I gasped and practically screamed. Thank Lord Death that it didn't completely break, it was just cracked, because if that door shattered the alarm would go off throughout the complex and then the police would come and the firefighters and we'd be charged with breaking and entering and everything would just go down. Not that I was afraid of the cops, like hell I was! I just wanted to avoid all of that because one, it's a nuisance and two, I hated the police more than anything and I'm pretty sure they hated me.
But damn. He practically broke the door that was, until now, impenetrable. I was slightly attracted, he must workout to have that kind of strength. I was also slightly impressed, maybe he would be a good asset to our group because the sudden ascension of technology was making it harder for us to break in. I suddenly realized that he definitely wasn't suited for an Evans lifestyle. I wonder if he's ever broken into anywhere before. From what I've seen in him, he probably rebels against his family everyday and constantly.
He was more than able to perfectly fit in with our group, but I wasn't going to let him into our group. I wasn't going to let him give up everything the world wanted that he happened to have. It might seem that I'm a hypocrite, since I myself left my own family as well as Tsubaki, Patty, and Liz, but he was different because he still had a chance. The four of us, we were so torn apart with ours the relationship was unfixable and we were at the point of no return.
"Okay okay I get it!" I yelled at him. I used my keys to unlock the front door and before we walked in, I punched him in the head, hard.
"What the hell was that?" He rubbed his head.
"You're payment for staying at Casa de Me and Tsubaki." I punched him in the stomach, hard.
"You're Spanish sucks." He commented while grasping his stomach. "And what was that for?"
I simply pouted. I didn't even know why I punched him again. It just felt like something I should do. I walked over to my mailbox and got my mail. I could tell that boy was intently watching me, slightly gaping at my everyday life. It felt like he was going to say "so this is the real you?" again. Without looking back at him after getting my mail, I walked towards the elevator. The bell rang, penetrating our silence, and I stepped in. He entered into the elevator after me and we rode up to our floor, stepping out as we walked through the hallway.
"That one's Liz and Patty's." I pointed to the door next to mine. I said it like I was some guide stating a scientific fact. I jingled my keys, trying to find the right one, and when I did I unlocked the door, slowly opening it to make sure they really weren't there.
All the lights were off, and Tsubaki always had to have the lights on, so we were in the clear. She liked having some lights on, even though I preferred to have a dimly lit one on to read because it made me feel more like I was in a library.
He whistled. "Wow." Was all he could say. "This is your apartment?"
"Well it's not exactly Le Chateau of Maka and Tsubaki." I scoffed back at him, turning on a light. Geez, I don't live in a mansion like you!
He chuckled. "Your French sucks too." He continued to give himself a tour of our two bedrooms and one bathroom apartment. "Damn, how do you not feel claustrophobic in these rooms?" I heard him comment from one of the rooms as I plopped down on the couch in our living room.
"Are you done yet?" I asked, getting aggravated.
He walked into the living room not even two seconds after I asked him. "You make it sound like it would take ages to see your entire apartment." He teased.
"Let me guess, this is the size of your bedroom?"
He took a seat right next to me and leaned back with his hands behind his head, making himself at home without my permission. "Bathroom actually."
I rolled my eyes. "Well if you don't like it here why don't you just go back to your apartment sized bathroom and run mile laps around your bedroom." I got up off the couch and headed towards my room.
"Hey, I didn't say I didn't like it."
I was surprised at his comment, he can't actually be okay with the inferior size of me and Tsubaki's apartment? I didn't say anything back because I entered my room and locked the door so I could change into sweatpants and a sweatshirt. When I walked out of my room, I saw him just sitting there, actually watching my TV.
"You figured out how to turn it on?" I asked, sincerely amazed.
He looked over at me. "It's not like I have someone to turn TVs on for me." His eyes scanned me up and down when he looked over. He smirked. "Nice PJs." He mocked.
"Whatever!" I yelled at him and turned to get my phone, which vibrated.
Hey Maka.
Black Star and I are lost somewhere so we're staying in a hotel for the night. Just telling you so you won't worry!
-Tsubaki
She can't be serious… I slowly and fearfully looked over at that psychotic boy carelessly seated on my couch with such posture. I'm stuck with him all night?
I don't know if I'm scared, relieved, happy, excited, mad, or worried.
I'm trying my best to avoid this kid. Okay, maybe not my best but I'm doing all I can.
This. Isn't. Good.
What if something happens tonight and we get closer?
Then he'll sink deeper into my darkness, into my way of life.
If he was royalty, I would be that peasant farmer.
Who ever heard of a prince and a pauper?
BTW I am not foreshadowing this story to be like The Prince and the Pauper, I just used the title. Disclaimer: I don't own the prince and the pauper.
I think you all pretty much get the conflict Maka is having inside herself that involves Soul. I'm really trying to emphasize the difference between the two of them, because it really helps with the tension between them (:
So I'd like to comment that even though in the past chapters, I've used different points of views other than Maka, but that was too give you important information such as Soul's thoughts or what happened to Kid with Liz and Patty or just background information in general.
I would like to point out I'm using Maka's POV the most because I'm trying to make this like a journal, as if Maka is reading her diary outloud. The first sentence was "I was 16 when I first met him..." and blah blah blah so it's kind of like she's telling a story.
So I'll be working more on that!
And I know there's more drugs than what I named but you get the point.
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