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"Life changes, and the world can't wait for us to."

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?

Maka POV

I closed my phone and walked back over, sinking myself as deep into the couch as I could. He was seated right next to me, eyes still peeled to the TV. I have to say this was kind of a strange scene, how an aristocrat was dressed in sort of casual clothes and watching TV on a 40inch flat screen inside a two bedroom apartment, which was apparently the size of his bathroom.

"You alright?" He casually asked, rabidly flipping through the channels. Was everything boring to him? His finger was literally about to break my remote. And what was with his suddenly calm tone? I daresay that seeing me frustrated or worried…softens him up a bit? Ha! What kind of logic is that.

"Well I'm not bad." I vaguely responded. My plan was to keep him thinking the two would show up any minute, that way for sure he wouldn't try anything. However myself, I wasn't sure of.

We sat for a few minutes in silence as I cracked open a recent book I was reading. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be to have him around, mostly because we were both so infatuated with our separate activities. It started to sound like a beat to me, how he most likely unknowingly changed the channels at some sort of rhythmic speed, and I began to fall asleep. But I woke up to the sound of violin music. It wasn't because it was violin music that I woke up, mostly it was because he had stopped his pace with the button pressing and spent a long time on this channel. Heh, I never really thought of Soul as the type of person to be into this kind of classical-meets-jazz kind of music. But hey, I guess you like whatever kind of music you grow up listening to.

I looked up at him, and then at the TV to figure out why he had stopped the rhythm.

Holy. Shit.

Why hadn't I made the connection before? I mentally slapped myself in the face for being so oblivious. He even said it straight to my face. Heck, I'm pretty sure I said his name outloud earlier today. I guess I must have blanked out or something. His name was quite familiar to me because my parents used to listen to his earlier stuff before I left a few years ago, and I wouldn't listen to him as often as I used to.

"Wes Evans?" I turned to him and screamed excitedly. "He's your brother that you were talking about?" I took his silence as a yes. "He's only the best violinist to ever live! And damn Soul you look exactly like him! That's amazing! You and him are practically the same person! Except of course I think you play the piano and I've never heard it but if you're so close to Wes Evans I bet it sounds-!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP. DON'T FUCKING COMPARE ME GOT IT?"

The way his flaming eyes glared at me.

The tone of his voice.

If looks could kill, I swear I'd be in hell right now. I was frozen. Speechless. He had completely snapped at me. What did I say? I was praising him wasn't I?

I couldn't believe the difference between these two brothers that were, in some way, in the same room as me. On the TV at the concert he was performing at, he had a serene and blissful look on his face; his eyes were closed and you could practically feel his connection with his melody. He played like a true genius.

And Soul. He looked as if he was ready to murder. You wouldn't even be able to tell this angered rabbit carried the same blood as the peaceful bunny in the DC Concert Hall. I felt like dying then. I knew that his family and his life was an insanely touchy subject with him, probably on the same level as my past I had recently revealed. If I had made the connection between the two Evans sooner, this whole thing could have been avoided.

He hated me.

You could tell by the way he shut the TV off, threw the remote at the wall, stood up so fast he nearly fell over, and stomped out of the room and onto the balcony. Air. That's what he needed. Some air. Much to my dismay, that's exactly what I needed too, and I couldn't dare be on the balcony with him right now.

Same hair. Same eyes. Same last name. Same musical talent. Same social class. Oblivious was such an understatement. It's not that sometimes I forget he's about a billion levels higher than me on the social hierarchy, in fact, I wish I could erase that piece of knowledge out of my head. When I'm around him I feel like I'm both sides of a magnet, because I have to keep my distance while getting closer. Keep my distance for the differences between us, and get closer for my personal desire. Was there a way to meet in the middle?

I turned the TV back on, and I could swear I saw him cringe from the corner of my eye as the sound of a single violin that sounded like an orchestra filled the room again. He had left the balcony door open, and after cringing, he slammed it shut, and a glass door separated the two of us. I looked back over at the great Wes Evans.

He looked so mature, so sophisticated. I snuck a glance over at Soul. I don't suppose that childish seventeen year old could be the same way? Maybe he was one of those guys who was some sort of rebel but could really clean himself up. That thought somehow attracted me, but I quickly shooed it away. Him? Acting like that? I looked back over at the TV. That possibility was so far away I became dissapointed.

Then I noticed it.

Behind Wes, there was a glossy, black, grand piano. The lid or hood of the piano was up, and the lid or hood that usually covered the keys was up. It looked like someone had just played it, or was supposed to play it.

Hell. No.

I quickly swung my neck around to completely face him I nearly cracked it. He wasn't supposed to perform a duet with Wes was he? And instead he decides to skip performing at the DC Concert Hall for a day at the carnival and furthermore, inside a two bedroom one bathroom apartment with someone like me?

There were so many things wrong with that I couldn't figure out whether it made me nauseous or whether I was mad, sad, and maybe a little touched. But I was influencing him already. Skipping out on a performance like that. Performing at the DC Concert Hall was one of the greatest honors any musician could possibly receive. Only the best of the best were reserved a chance to play on stage.

Damn. Soul must be good at piano.

I wonder why he told me he wasn't sure what he was capable of.

Is it some sort of cliché thing saying that his "piano playing power skills of awesomeness" or whatever were so great that he didn't know how good he was? Like he was scared of his potential because he didn't know how high it would reach? I shook my head. That's like the superhero-comic type of stuff.

For his relief, I changed the channel to Death City News, where they were covering sports topics right now. I never really understood sports a lot, but I liked to play them. About fifteen minutes passed in silence, and I glanced at him. He still had his back to me, leaning against the railing of my small balcony. I wonder what he's thinking about. Personally, I had blanked out the past fifteen minutes and I have no memory of what I had watched on TV. No, you know what, being separated like this is good. All he's doing here is sleeping like some hotel, why the hell should I act any differently than I usually do in my apartment? Besides, maybe he'll be repulsed by my true self (not that I was faking this entire time) and ditch me in the morning.

But for some reason, I feel like he's not that kind of person.

I got up from the couch and headed back into my room to get my pajamas. I took the top and bottoms and a change of underwear with me to the bathroom, closed, and locked the door. I even put the trash can in front of it, hoping it would be a little more resistance if the boy on my balcony dared to pick the lock and break open the door while I was showering; which, from what I've seen, really wouldn't be a problem for him.

There wasn't anything different about my shower, it felt the same as it usually did. Warm water and soap. I actually felt relaxed, like I could finally clear my head, calm down, and think. This was probably one of the most craziest nights of my life, and this is coming from someone who breaks in and steals things and lives on the edge every day of her life! I admit for a split second I felt a little self conscious about my body and the not so developed breasts he had the guts to mention in my face, but when I pulled the curtain back ever so slightly just to see the door still locked and the trash can untouched, I fell back into my own world again…into my own thoughts.

I finished with everything I had to do in the bathroom: shower, dry myself, wash my face, blow dry my hair, and change into pajamas and new underwear, and then I left my sanctuary. I actually kept a bra on because I personally felt uncomfortable and exposed without it on in front of a guy, much less, one staying in my apartment. And I didn't brush my teeth because I actually planned on having some ice cream as a past-midnight-snack. I put my old clothes into the laundry hamper and walked back into the living room.

He was still outside on the balcony. It had been what, about half an hour to forty minutes until I finished with everything. Take any more air and you'll end up depriving the whole frickin earth and suffocating…I think. Can someone suffocate from getting too much oxygen?

The hell with it, he wants to stay in my apartment for the night, he should at least be in my apartment. I find it a little offensive he'd rather be on the balcony with the summer night air than inside my humble abode. Although I'm still pretty sure that isn't the reason, but he can think inside just as much as he can outside.

I took a deep breath and held in my pride. I walked over to the glass door and opened it, leaning against the edge of the door and crossing my arms. "You okay?" I asked, trying to sound as caring as I could.

"I'm fine." He didn't even look over his shoulder.

Liar. "Well I'm getting myself some ice cream, you want some?"

"Okay." Same tone, still looking away.

I turned my body around, about to leave, and my hand was on the door when I took another look back and he hadn't moved a single inch. Well was he coming or not? Ugh he's so stubborn. I turned back around and leaned back against the door. Right now, self restraint had me by chains. "Hey, about earlier, sorry about what I said. I didn't mean to be offensive or anything."

"I know." Monotone, and still not turning around to even look at me.

That's it. I sighed and put my hands on my hips. "Look, I don't know what the issue is with your family and frankly, it won't make my life any different knowing your problems, so you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to." I paused. "Even though I told you practically everything about me…" I said under my breath, loud enough to make sure he heard but quiet enough to seem like I was talking to myself. "But can you at least hold some kind of conversation? If you're gonna be staying here I don't want it to be awkward and silent."

Phew, there, I said how I felt. But truth is, I do care about whatever's going on with him and his family but it seems like he doesn't want me to care, doesn't want me to know, so I'll give him that satisfaction. In fact, I've been giving him so much satisfaction about answering his questions he should be on his knees thanking and worshiping me and my kindness! But really, I don't know what's gotten over me with this kid. He makes me feel so open about everything because he makes me feel like I can trust him. But then he does this and it just plain old pisses me off.

He let about another minute of silence and no reply pass. "Whatever." I said and turned around to go get my ice cream. I slid the door shut as fast as I could, but for some reason it stopped about halfway, and I never got to complete my slam. I let go and turned around.

He was facing me now, one hand in his pocket, and one hand on the sliding door, and I'm about one hundred million percent sure it was that hand that stopped the door. He was looking down at me with this tired expression on his face, the kind someone makes when their head hurts from thinking a lot or they were just exhausted. Without saying a word he opened the door back up barely wide enough for him to slip through and walk past me, falling down onto the couch. Well, that's a start I suppose. I closed and locked the balcony door which he lacked the decency to close, and headed into the kitchen. By then he had found my remote and was once again violently flipping through the channels.

He looked actually kind of serene, casually leaning into my couch like it was his own. I thought it was fair enough to think he looked rather contradicting, because he most likely doesn't sit like that at home from the way he makes it sound. It was moments like these I honestly didn't know whether I should be mad, frustrated, or just let it all go because I'm too tired to care about anything right now. My brain is fried, and after this ice cream, I'm headed off to bed.

What the heck, I'll just try one more time. I've got at least some energy left, and if I'm going down, I might as well do whatever the hell I want to while going down, going deeper into pushing him away. At this point, I'll just dig as deep into his soul as I can get because I feel like this is the last time I'll see him unless Black Star and Tsubaki hang out again and she forces me to come with her. But then, something tells me we'll hang out again. I don't know whether to hope for that or to not. So I planned to give him a bowl and hopefully it'll soften him up or something.

I held both bowls in each of my hand, placing a spoon in them. I walked over to the couch and sat down next to him as far away as I could. I put the bowl in his lap and started eating mine. I looked at the TV, he was watching sports…of course.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at me.

"Ice cream. You said you wanted some." I replied nonchalantly, putting a spoonful into my mouth. Ice cream has never tasted this good to me in so long.

"Oh, well, thanks." He picked it up and started eating his too.

After about a minute or two of eating ice cream passed, I decided to start the conversation, start my attempt. "Is it really that bad, your life." I asked, referring to his life at home and before he met me.

He looked over with a raised eyebrow, but I managed not to look back at him and continued to stare at the TV. "Why are you asking?"

I shrugged. "Well I told you pretty much everything about me and my…past…" I quieted down at that last part then quickly brought myself up again. "Seems kinda fair to me if I knew at least a little about you."

"First, you told me that story on your own, I said you didn't have to tell me." I shot him a quick glare, he had a little of my attention. "And second, why are you so persistent on knowing, it isn't some great adventurous fiction novel."

"The way you act about it, it sure seems like it is."

He had a frown on his face, I could tell. "Well get off it." He said that a little more rudely than I would have liked, which really hit a nerve inside of me. "Besides, didn't you just say I didn't have to tell you? That it wouldn't make your life any different?"

Crap. I did say that didn't I. Of course I remember what I said. I said it to try and give him satisfaction, to try and get him to not make him staying here so awkward. "I know." I shot back and took in another spoonful of ice cream. It was starting to melt, just like this conversation. "It just sucks, I feel like you're practically a stranger to me."

"How?" He replied quick and tensely. "If I recall I told you plenty of stuff."

"I don't know, I just feel like I know nothing about you." I admitted. I knew that the past few hours have been trying to get to know each other better, to become more comfortable with each other. I guess I was just a little peeved, feeling like I was the only one making an effort.

Why was I making this kind of effort? I'm trying to get away from him, after all. Ugh again I don't know what it is that he does to me but he just makes me this way and it really does not settle well with me. And damn, he made me forget about my resolve to just wing it and after my ice cream, go to bed. He's making this conversation stretch out, unless it's actually me that's doing that. Then again, didn't I want him to hold a conversation? Maybe he was listening to me after all. Or maybe I'm just overthinking things again. UGH! Then there was that other question that was taunting me…

…why did I care so much about him?

Why did I want to know about his suffering to the extent I just might end up annoying him and driving him away, although that is my intention.

He scoffed. "If anyone's a stranger, it's you." He paused long enough for me to look at him with skeptical eyes. "You have told me practically everything about yourself, and I still feel like I don't know you at all." I think I see a small grin creep onto his face. "I can never guess what you're going to do next."

There he goes again, roping me back in. What kind of siren song is his voice playing to me? I honestly just want to let this whole thing go, feeling like this information is unnecessary, but like a siren's song it's dragging me in, especially when he says something like that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

He sighed. "For some reason, I seem to always think I completely understand you and then you ruin it." Was I getting through to him somehow? This feels like the first time he's really opened up to me, although there was the shoreline, and then the ferris wheel, but this feels different. "Take now for instance, I assumed you wanted to have some sort of deep conversation with me and then you start yelling."

"I am not yelling!" I defended. Okay, maybe just that time, but yelling? Maybe angry but not shouting. "And if it makes you feel any better, that was my intention. But then you started asking me why and all this shit just started spilling out." I paused. "If you knew what I was planning on having you tell me, then it's pretty obvious you do understand me. Unlike you, I can't even figure out what to say to you half the time because you're so moody and I don't know how you'll respond." I complained. I really want him to take a bipolar test.

"On the contrary, you're actually the only one who sees right through me and you don't let me manipulate or affect you at all." He smiled. "It's interesting."

Did he not just hear what I just said? I don't get him at all and actually yes, you do have an effect on me Soul, I just prefer you didn't know that. The effect? You frustrate me so much I literally have arguments in my head. You also sometimes act so attractive and then you become a douche, which really bugs me. And also, you dig deep into my soul and make me feel trusting and confused and you don't even know you're doing it. That pisses me off the most.

"Woah, are you telling me you've been trying to manipulate me? When?"

He laughed. LAUGHED. I was being serious what was he talking about? Was all this just some sort of act? Am I some sort of game to him? "See! I give you a compliment and you react like that." He waited until he could finally stop laughing. "That's what I'm talking about, I can't figure you out it's like I've never met you before."

"Well it's a really lame compliment if you ask me." I shoved a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, silently fuming to myself. I have absolutely no idea how this conversation turned out like this, I wanted to try and get to know him a little better just for the fun of it and we're suddenly discussing how much we don't know each other?

In some weird paradox way, I feel like this conversation proves we know more about each other than not.

When he spoke, he lowered his voice and his obnoxious laugh smoothly transitioned into a sweet smile. He turned to the TV. "If you were any other girl, I'd probably put on some suave façade and try to seduce you into falling for me like I would usually do…but for some reason, I can't do that. I can't help but be myself around you." He turned to me. "No matter how emotional you are." He just had to add that.

I finished my bowl, and it turned out he had finished his bowl earlier. I stood up with my bowl and picked up his bowl.

"Stick to your rude comments. Complimenting people doesn't suit you at all." I turned my back to him. "Retard."

That was my final say to end it as I went to the kitchen to rinse the bowls and spoons and place them into the dishwasher. I walked down the hall, went into the linen closet, and grabbed a blanket and pillow. I returned to the living room and threw it at him, who was sitting on the couch with a dumb smirk on his face. "You're on the couch." I stated, and once again turned around to return to my own room. He watched me leave, I didn't need to see it to know he was.

"Night." He said in a very sadistic and mocking way as I left his sight.

"Yeah, you too."

~THE NEXT DAY~

I don't really know if he stayed up after that or fell asleep because as soon as I closed and locked my door, I tripped onto my bed and passed out. When I woke up, I didn't even have a blanket over me and my head completely missed the pillow. The alarm on my clock woke me up at ten in the morning. I sighed heavily, I only had a few hours of sleep and I had work in an hour.

Wait…Tsubaki!

Remembering how she wasn't in the apartment last night, I shot up and charged at my phone.

Tsubaki!

How are you feeling? I just woke up and I'll be at work on my regular shift. Are you coming?

-Maka

I ran into the bathroom, hyped up and energetic because I was so anxious and jittery about if Tsubaki would text me back or not. I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, washed my face, used the toilet, and did my hair in record speed. I rushed back into my bedroom and looked at my phone.

A text! Yes!

We actually woke up a few hours ago. Black Star dropped me off at work and went back to where he lives so I've already started. Get here as soon as you can!

And you have to tell me all about your night ;)

-Tsubaki

I chuckled a little. Oh Tsubaki, you wish I had something to tell you. I tried to remember whatever happened last night, and I scanned through a memory of our conversation. When I really think about it, it was just a bunch of nonsense that had no point whatsoever. I wasn't even totally sure what we talked about.

I got changed into some comfy clothes since I would have to change into my work uniform when I got there anyways. I left my room with thirty minutes left until my shift. That was about how long it took to get there, maybe a little more actually, so I had some time to grab a muffin for a quick breakfast. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a packaged muffin from my pantry. I turned around to leave and then I noticed something I forgot to notice: there was a boy sleeping on my couch.

I guess sleeping in what he was wearing was too uncomfortable for him because he was sleeping with only his boxers on. His shirt and pants and socks and whatever else he had on were thrown onto my reclining chair that was separate from the couch, and the blanket had mostly slid off of him, failing to cover up his…physically fit body.

Crap. Look away! But how can I? Here's this masochistic jerk who's so introverted it constantly irritates me, looking like a vulnerable baby with a four pack, no…six pack.

There's no way I'm leaving him in my apartment…alone…where he can pollute it with his presence.

I walked over to the couch and hovered over him, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him, happily eating my muffin with the other one. "Hey, get up!" I ordered. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and I quickly took my hand off his shoulder, looking away for a second to hide a creeping blush. Why am I blushing? Because he looks like a freaking god even when he's out of it.

"Mornin." He slurred. He didn't sit up, instead he propped his head in one hand, bending his elbow and leaning on it, lying on his side. When I looked back over he was looking up at me. "Where are you going?" He asked, confused.

"I'm leaving for work." I walked back into the kitchen to throw the little wrapper around the muffin away because I had finished the cloud like part of it already.

"That's right, you have a job. At that café right?" He sat up as I walked away.

"Yeah, so you have to leave." I said casually.

He looked completely stricken. "I can't stay here?" He whined.

I laughed. "Like I'm going to leave you alone in my apartment."

He was kind of disappointed. He sighed and slouched back into the couch. He was giving off this vibe that I interpreted as being too lazy to do anything because he just woke up and wasn't a morning person. Huh, I would assume his family would make him get up in the morning.

"I really don't want to go back home." He commented to himself, but I could hear.

"Well what about Black Star? Can't you go to his house?" I focused my attention on the muffin. Sir muffin, it's go time.

He scoffed. "If he had one you think I'd stay at my mansion?" He sighed. "No, he lives with me."

"That sounds great!" I commented. So those two were like me and Tsubaki. "So your family shares your house with his family? Wow, it must be big."

"No." He corrected me immediately. "He's my bodyguard, technically speaking."

I gaped. Bodyguard? "You need a bodyguard? Just how important are you? Or is it like all of the Evans family that's important? Oh my gosh I thought you guys were friends!" My mind was completely blown. He must be in some pretty deep shit to need a bodyguard.

He laughed and stood up, stretching his arms, legs, body. For some reason, he had this natural tan. I presume it's natural, because it's pretty hard to get tan in the middle of the city unless you use a booth or spray it, and I doubt he does either one. It looked good on him naturally, because the color of his hair contrasted it rather nicely.

"Nah, I don't consider him a bodyguard. He's more like my good friend." He put his pants on. "By the way, how's he and Tsubaki doing? You heard from em lately?"

"Yeah he dropped her off at the café. Where I actually have to leave for right now." I pressed and shoved the last bite of my breakfast into my mouth. Sir muffin, you have been defeated.

I ran over to the door and opened it up. I turned around and waved my hand in a come-on-hurry-up kind of way. "You're pretty cruel." He fake whined.

"And Black Star's probably waiting for you." I rushed him a little faster. He walked over to me, all finished with putting on his clothes and his shoes. It was all messy and undone because of my haste, but it was a great look on him.

He walked up to me and I thought he was finally going to leave but then he stopped and looked at me with tired, lazy eyes that was somewhat attractive. "Give me your phone." He demanded.

"Why?" Yes, why are you keeping me from leaving.

"Just do it."

Whatever floats his boat. Or rather, whatever gets me out faster. I took my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him, tapping my foot impatiently. He typed a few buttons and then handed it back to me quickly.

"There, you've got my number." All of a sudden his own phone started beeping and he took it out of his pocket. He took one look at it and smiled. "And now I have yours." He showed me a text message that apparently I just sent him.

"Yeah yeah yeah that's great now…let's go." He finally obeyed and left my apartment and I closed the door and locked it.

I lead him to the elevator and he followed with his hands in his pocket. "I had a lot of fun."

I smiled. "Yeah, me too." I truthfully really did have a lot of fun, probably the most fun I've had in years. Although today was two days after me, Liz, Tsubaki, and Patty's anniversary, I felt like hanging out with him was like that day became another anniversary of the day I met him.

He was different than the other summer romances I had, and I couldn't figure out why. I just decided to go with the flow, run on impulse. After all, impulse was how I always ran my life, and it was a pretty fun way to live if I do say so myself. So if I ran my relationship with Soul Evans on impulse, it wouldn't be any different and I could do it like second nature. I was actually pretty excited to do that, who knows what fun stuff could happen when I do that?

We entered the elevator and pushed the lobby floor button. So far it was silent, until I remembered something big. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot! Liz and Patty never came home last night!"

He looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. "Those other two girls you and Tsubaki were with? Blonde, right?"

I sighed. "Yeah." I can't believe I forgot to text them about my situation, they must be so worried! Well, I'm also worried about what happened to them, but then again, they don't usually tell us where they are at night because they were pros at the street life and the chances of them getting caught were zero to none. In a weird way, it was professional.

"I thought it was just you and Tsubaki who lived in that apartment." He commented.

I shook my head. "No, it is just us two. Liz and Patty live in the apartment next door."

He whistled. "Damn, that's nice."

"And convenient."

The elevator reached the bottom and we both walked out of the entire complex, and he finally had the decency to hold the door open for me and let me walk out first. I was in a rush, so I didn't think about it too much, been doing that a lot lately.

"Hey, Maka."

I stopped walking and turned around, seeing that he stopped as well after closing the door, because he actually said my name in a fairly decent way and it surprised me.

"Whatsup?" I asked as casually as I could. I was really anxious and curious at what he would say.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, maybe in his own attempt to fix the mess. "Hope I get to see you again."

I smirked back and turned my back to him and waved a 'later' wave over my shoulder as I walked away. "Whatever you wanna do." I replied.

I made a bet with myself. I'll turn my head around as I walk towards the gate and if he's looking at me, we'll meet again, and if he isn't, then we won't see each other again. I walked towards the gate and I opened it, sighed, and turned my head around to see that…

…he was smiling a taunting, satisfied smirk.

I smiled back, happy with the result and exited out the gate. I looked left, looked right, and crossed the street to start walking to work.

…

"Maka, you made it!"

The first place I went to after putting my things in the employee lockers and changing into my uniform was the kitchen to go and see Tsubaki. I ran up and hugged her when she exclaimed it. Luckily, her apron wasn't dirtied yet.

"Yeah I'm glad to see you're safe!"

She laughed. "Thanks for worrying! By the way, have you heard from Liz or Patty lately?"

"Actually, I was just thinking about that. They didn't come home last night." If they came home, they would have knocked on our door or turned up their music or television up loud. Either way I would know that they came home, because although they have a rough personality on the outside, when it came to things that involved any of the four of us, they were really deep, protective, and caring which are their best personalities.

"Did you text them?" She asked.

"No, I called on my way here but their phones were off. Probably ran out of batteries." I sighed.

Kim walked in to pick up an order and noticed I had arrived. "Oh Maka you've arrived! Here, can you take that table's order? I'm a little flustered right now."

"Sure no problem!" I smiled.

"Thanks so much!" She took the order she came in for and went back out.

"Well, we'll talk after our shifts." Tsubaki said and she returned back to her stove, where she was currently cooking soup.

I took a notepad and a pen and walked out to the floor.

…

I changed out of my uniform and into the clothes I left my apartment with. Tsubaki's locker was across from mine, and we were the only two left in the café. Our manager asked us if we could close up because he had somewhere to be tonight. We didn't have anything better to do so we agreed to it. The café closes at 7pm, and right now it was about seven thirty so we were a little behind.

As Tsubaki continued to get changed, I headed out first to lock the doors so we could clean up the booths and put the chairs on the tables without having anyone mistake it for being open and walk in. I took the keys and headed towards the door, but I saw two figures walking towards it. I smiled in excitement on who appeared on the other side of the glass door. If it were anyone else, I would tell them we were closed and ask them to come back tomorrow.

"Hey Maka!" They both said in unison.

"Liz! Patty!" I ran over and hugged them both. "Where the hell have you been?"

"We just came from work, where else would we have been?" Liz stated.

"I meant where were you last night you didn't come home." I laughed as I said it, even though the question was serious. "I tried calling you guys but your phones were off."

"It's quite an interesting story actually…" Liz rubbed the back of her head.

"Well I'd love to hear it."

Tsubaki came out of the employee locker room. "Liz! Patty!" She exclaimed in surprise and ran over to hug the two of them just as I had. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We just had work and we're hungry~!" Patty shouted happily, drooling a little.

"Lucky that it was Maka and I who had to close up tonight." Tsubaki said, but then she smiled sweetly. "Did you guys want something to eat?"

"That'd be great." Liz said in a thankful manner.

"Hey Tsubaki, we haven't eaten either come to think of it." I clutched my stomach and looked down. "Do you need any help cooking?"

"I'll help~!" Patty shouted and grabbed Tsubaki's arm, dragging her into the kitchen.

Liz and I took a seat at one of the tables while we waited for the two of them to cook dinner. She may not seem like it, but Patty was surprisingly a great cook. Not as good as Tsubaki, but she made edible stuff. I wonder what they would decide to cook for us. This wasn't the first time the four of us ate at the café when me and Tsubaki were on lockup duty, plus having them eat here after closing time was not allowed, and this was another one of our 'crimes' or 'violations' or whatever so we thought it was another thing that made us delinquents and we liked that.

"So Liz, what happened to you guys yesterday?" I asked her.

"Hmmm, yeah we've got time now." She stated. "So yesterday Patty and I were in an alley to try and mug someone and we bumped into this guy named Kid." She said it in the most nonchalant tone ever.

"Kid…that name sounds familiar…" I said.

"Yeah, he was the black haired guy that was in that sitting room with us two nights ago at that party we stinkbombed."

That's right, they stinkbombed the place. I completely forgot about that! We were wanted people, but technically speaking the four of us necessarily weren't because the police didn't know it was us and Soul swore that he would keep Black Star and…Kid I think his name was, to keep their mouths shut.

"Oh yeah! He, Black Star, and Soul came to the café yesterday. I had to waitress them." I told her.

"Are those the other two guys' names? I can't remember if I heard it before or not…" Liz pondered.

"Yeah, the blue haired is Black Star and the white haired is Soul. Tsubaki and I ended up hanging out with them last night."

Liz punched her fist into the palm of her hand in an 'oh' kind of way. "So that's where you guys were? Because after we ran into Kid, who by the way knows that we were the culprits…" She added. "…we came straight here to see if your shifts were done but you guys weren't here."

"Sorry about that." I apologized. "We kind of went to the carnival with them…" I hoped she wouldn't get mad.

"No way! You guys hung out with those rich guys? That's great!" Liz sounded excited. "Tell me about it!"

I laughed and shook my head. "Come on you first, what did you and Patty do after?"

She smiled and leaned back into her chair. "Alright, well, after we saw you guys were gone we tried to text you but our phones died so we went back to the apartment to see if you guys were there and when we realized you weren't we dropped our cell phones off at our place since there's no point in carrying around a dead phone, and we decided to walk around and see if we would coincidentally bump into you guys." Then she leaned over the tabletop. "But if you went to the carnival I guess you guys weren't even in the city so turn's out that was a bust."

"Again, sorry about that." I apologized sincerely.

"It's no problem, because guess what happened." She paused. "We ran into Kid again. It was a few hours after we last saw him and he was having some sort of breakdown. He had one in the alley we were in and we had to comfort him, he really has no self esteem." She commented, laughing. "So we ran over to comfort him and he recognized us. Well after that we asked him about how much he knew about what happened at that high class party and we asked if he planned on telling anyone."

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said he promised someone he wouldn't say anything, but he never told us who. Anyways, it turns out he just came out of a meeting at City Hall that Lord Death was at. Guest of honor or something because Death City's his hometown."

"Woah, President Shinigami? Why was Kid at a meeting like that?" I looked up at my head, thinking about it. If he was at a wealthy party like that then it was obvious that he is part of the more important group of people, but Lord Death wasn't someone you could just meet.

"That's the thing I was gonna say, it turns out Kid is Lord Death's son." She exclaimed.

I nearly screamed. "SHUT UP! Liz do you know how big this is? We stinkbombed that party and he's the First Son! We're practically federal criminals!" I didn't worry that the security cameras in the café would catch my obvious confession because for some reasons these videos didn't record sound, and the security guard who watches the tapes doesn't do anything unless we're vandalizing or whatever so he never gets us in trouble for having them over after closing hours.

Liz laughed at my reaction. "Everything's fine! He told us he always keeps his promises so he swore he wouldn't say anything about it remember?"

I calmed down. That's right, I'm pretty sure it was Soul he promised. "Oh yeah…" I chuckled slightly at my overreacting. "But the President's son, holy crap."

"I know right? And surprisingly, we got along great and we exchanged numbers. Well, we didn't have our phones so we had him add our numbers and told him to text us whenever he wanted to."

"Dang, you're practically friends now." I laughed. "Can't believe he knows how much of delinquents we all are and he still wants to talk to us." Then again, if he's friends with Soul and Black Star, I wouldn't have expected anything less. The three of them are so different, yet so alike at the same time it was a nice thought to think about.

"That's exactly what I thought!" She smiled.

We laughed for a little while but speaking on that note, I slowly lowered my smile and became a little more serious. "Hey, Liz, do you think that it's okay for us to hang out with those guys?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean?"

"Well the four of us, we don't exactly follow the laws and we live lives completely opposite of theirs and our pasts are also not that great." I looked down at the table. "And especially if we get them into any trouble, their families are so high up there that our punishments might be extremely severe. And if they start hanging around us and our 'crimes' it might be bad for them."

That was exactly the situation between me and Soul that I was wondering. I'm kind of happy that Liz and Patty became friends with Kid so that she would understand what I was asking and I would also be able to ask her opinion without revealing it was actually me and Soul's relationship I was mainly worried about. Of course I was also worried about Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki, don't get me wrong because they were in the same situation and were acquainted with the same people, but if it was on a more personal level I could understand it better.

Liz smiled in an assuring way and I looked up at her when she started to speak. "That's just like you Maka, thinking about others and consequences. I've never really known you to worry about them per say." She paused and looked up, thinking of an answer to my question. "Well I think that it's not exactly forbidden. It's all of ours' decision to hang with each other and whatever they wanna do about it is their decision, we can't control it. Besides, the risk of being around ritzy guys like that kind of makes everything a lot more interesting don't you think?" A very mischievous smile dawned on Liz's face. There was the Liz I know, she couldn't really get too deep but she was always great at understanding.

"You've got a good point, I guess I'm just overthinking things." I laughed uneasily.

"Hey, don't let it get to you. You always overthink things." She teased.

I smiled at her and my uneasy chuckle turned into laughter. So Liz and Patty were hanging with Kid the entire time? That kind of makes me really happy to know that for some reason. Tsubaki and Patty walked in carrying a bowl of noodles and some rice. I'm surprised they managed to cook it that fast. Never underestimate their cooking powers, it's very unpredictable. The two of them filled the two vacant spots and the four of us were about to dig in until the bell sounded.

The bell. When it sounded that meant that someone had opened the front door. Crap! I forgot to lock it! We all turned our heads towards the door and saw three very well groomed boys walking in.

You have got to be kidding me.

"Whatsup?"

YES. What is up with this situation?

I think you all can guess what the situation is hehehe.

Sorry this chapter dragged on for ages and ages and it was all just repeat and useless meaningless stuff but I hope you enjoyed a good read and the reappearance of Liz and Patty!

Reviews are much appreciated (: