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

"My family's throwing a party, and I want you four to come."

"You're so interested in what my life is like, so why don't you come with me to the ball."

Four girls who looked extravagant walking out of an apartment building like ours entering into a limousine was just bizarre. I smiled.

The Thompsons, always going all out.

Maka POV

Inside the car, the four of us laughed at the jokes we were making about what kind of pranks we could pull at the party. Thanks goodness the window between us and the driver was closed, or he might have turned the car around after listening in on our conversation. Of course, the four of us weren't planning on pulling anything like that tonight, because this party was different than the ones we crashed.

We actually knew people there.

We were actually invited.

Illegitimately though, of course.

In that case, we actually decided to enjoy ourselves tonight. This was the first time we would actually be on our best behavior and stay the entire time, pretending we were rich. That was what made me excited, because this was such a new experience for us, and maybe it would change the way we do things. But it also made me anxious, since this was our first time we weren't sure if we could handle it, but hey, what's the worst that can happen?

After thinking that, another thought hit me. His parents were throwing the party, which meant…no. I shook my head. To think I would actually consider the fact I might meet his parents was just so out of my reach, I couldn't even strive to get it. I shook my head again to try and shake off overthinking that thought like I always did. Run on impulse, go with the flow, let the chips fall where they may, you know what I mean.

Me, Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty, before exiting the limo as soon as it pulled up to the arch driveway of what I decided to call the Evans Mansion, we all made one pact, grabbed each others hands, and chanted the one thing we believed in. We laughed as we said it, cheering ourselves on. I don't even remember where we heard it from or when we started to say it.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

…

I have never. Ever. Ever. Climbed stairs as high as these ones before. We entered into his main foyer, that had two staircases curving on each side of the huge foyer that morphed into one grand staircase and on the wall at the top of the stairs was a giant grandfather clock. But the clock and my lack of breathing wasn't what caught my eye. It was the immense, monumental, towering, leviathan, you name it, portrait of the Evans family altogether. On both sides of this one giant picture, were separate portraits of each individual member, photographed along with their respectable instruments and a plaque with their names and birth and death dates below the portraits. As you can imagine, I instinctively looked for Soul's, but couldn't find it.

We were at the top of the stairs and there was a ribbon sign telling us which way to turn since the upstairs split into multiple hallways, and there were many signs after that showing us the way so we wouldn't get lost. Naturally, I was curious to explore the many hallways, after all, these were the corridors that the mysterious Soul Evans walked through everyday freely because this was his house. Ahem, no wait, his mansion.

To me, the signs weren't necessary, because the classical mixed with jazz music was playing rather loudly and the combined voices of many different conversations overlapping it, all we really needed were our ears to find the…

…ballroom.

BALLROOM.

He had an effing ballroom in his house?

I scoffed. Of course the freaking rich kid had a ballroom in his house. What-ever was I thinking?

It looked like two butlers were both holding each of the double doors open. When the four of us walked in, completely silent to one another because we were each fascinated by the size and decoration of the ballroom, and we were too busy admiring it and being astonished to comment out loud. I noticed that the upstairs was like a balcony or a loft, because there were stairs leading to a downstairs of the ballroom, and there was a huge gap in the middle of the floor of the upstairs of it so we could fully see everyone downstairs.

Now that made more sense to me. I was wondering why his ballroom was upstairs. But now I wondered why they didn't let us enter in through the first floor entrance. Maybe there was a room that was inevitable to pass that they didn't want us to find? Well if that was the case, now I'm more interested than I already was, which really isn't good.

To say the least, I was impressed. The guy's family had good taste I'll give him that. My heart skipped a beat when I read deeper into my situation and realized for a split second that I was inside the Wes Evans' house! He slept here. He breathed here. He ate here. He bathed here. He freaking lives here. Of course, I'm not going to express my excitement because that would make his younger brother a little more than unenthusiastic about my feelings.

The four of us felt a little out of place at first. Should we head to the food table or would that make us look gluttonous? Maybe stand around and talk to each other and wait for the waiters and waitresses walking around to hand us some food? We went with the latter and headed down the stairs where we found a spot by a nearby window on the first floor. We grabbed a few snacks from the silver platters the workers handed us and drank some alcohol that we were also handed. I don't know much about alcohol, but if I were to guess it tasted rather expensive. Then I wondered why they were allowing us to drink it, guess we look older than we seemed.

I looked around to see that others clearly a pretty good amount of years younger than us were drinking the same alcohol. When you're rich, it's okay to break the rules because you have influence? I always see things like this in movies and read about them in books, but I wasn't sure it was real. I shook my head, whatever not my problem.

"There's so many people here, how are we suppose to find the guys anyways?" Liz complained, drowning down her whole glass.

"We should've set up some sort of meeting place." Tsubaki commented.

"In this place? We wouldn't even be able to find wherever they would've told us to meet." I said, taking a little sip. Out of nowhere, I felt an arm around my shoulders. I nearly choked on my alcohol and had to adjust my balance so I could hold the new weight on my shoulders, literally. On top of that, my glass was quickly ripped from my hands.

"Well look who we have here, boys." He downed my entire glass, just like Liz did.

"Hey that was mine!" I nagged my familiar friend.

He put the empty glass on the tray of a nearby steward and grabbed two more glasses at the same time. "Sorry, got thirsty." He smirked and handed me one of the glasses with the hand that wasn't hanging around my neck.

I groaned and put the glass to my lips. "Why is it everytime we run into you guys one of you is taking my food." I pointed out.

"S'not our fault you're always stuffing your face." Their blue-haired friend replied, ripping away a large piece from meaty drumstick he was holding.

"I'm literally choking from the irony."I rolled my eyes and took another sip.

"So tell us…" Liz changed the subject and put her elbow on their black-haired friend's shoulder, lifting another glass of wine in her other hand. "…what's there to do here?" She smiled.

Black Star answered her question before he could speak. "Eat, talk, listen to music; but if you ask me it's all boring." He said it in an annoyed tone, probably from his revelation that the food in his hand suddenly disappeared. I chuckled that he didn't realize he ate it all.

"Or you could dance." Kid had the last word, which evidently prided him.

"Dance~! Dance~!" Patty smiled and clapped her hands in excitement.

"Patty, I don't think it's the kind of dancing you're thinking of. Look where we are!" Tsubaki smiled at her to be nice when giving the young blonde the bad news.

"You mean it's like ballroom and waltzing and stuff like that?" I asked Kid. When I said those words I saw from the corner of my eye the white haired boy groan slightly when he touched his lips to the rim of his glass of wine, arm still around my shoulders and all. Oh yeah, let's not forget that.

"Yeah!" Black Star shouted. "He's not as good as me, but our buddy Soul here is great at dancing!" He smiled and patted said boy on the back with such rough force the boy choked while trying to drink the rest of his wine.

"Oh really?" I smiled and raised an eyebrow, turning my head to see him fake cutting his neck with his hand and mouthing the word 'no' as much as he could.

"That's right! He was always the best." Kid backed Black Star up, and they high fived, some sort of way to congratulate themselves on remembering something, or revealing something, their friend clearly was embarrassed about.

We all laughed. Hard.

I nudged him. "You never told us you could ballroom dance." I teased his irritated expression.

"They're compulsive liars." He shot back.

"Don't be so embarrassed about it." Liz taunted him through laughs.

"Who said I was embarrassed?" He defended, downing the rest of his glass and placing it on the platter of another waiter passing by.

"Oh my gosh you really can-" I began.

"Hey Soul."

We all looked over to see a very well suited man put his hand on his shoulder. From his casual tone when addressing him, I figured he probably wasn't a servant. And boy were we right! The man was many inches taller than him, with the same white hair but more well groomed, and his tuxedo looked like it was more taken care of.

Wes Evans.

"It's almost time." The older version of him smiled at Soul.

He groaned heavily, and without saying a word to the rest of us he slid his arm off my shoulder and followed his older brother away from us, disappearing into the flood of people. Where was he going? Why didn't he say bye? A part of me felt like he had some sort of duty to leave, and another part of me was clinging onto the hope that this wasn't the last time I'd be seeing him tonight.

"What was that about?" Liz asked the remaining two boys.

Kid smirked. "You'll find out."

We really enjoyed surprises, so we let his words hang and we decided to sit at the tables instead of stand. There was a pure white tablecloth, flowers and candles for centerpieces, and plates for whatever food we picked up. We talked about nothing in particular, mostly gossip on our lives and how Death City is and such. I was actually enjoying myself, even if a certain someone wasn't with us. We were about to talk about the difference in Liz and Patty's personalities when the classical music came to an abrupt halt and a man's voice began speaking to everyone in the two floored ballroom.

"May I have your attention please, for the entertainment for tonight!" He shouted, and all heads turned to the stage.

The anonymous announcer spoke into the mic stand on it. Strangely enough, he was wearing what look to me like a masquerade mask, it only covered his eyes and nose. My eyes looked around and saw most of the guests on the second floor leaning over the balcony to watch the man. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed and made one huge circle, only it was a rectangle. The table we were sitting in was on the edge of the gap of floor left by everyone who backed off. If whatever the entertainment was was going to happen in the gap, we'd have front row seats.

He continued speaking."You might recognize some of the entertainers, but be warned, they have all concealed their identity behind masks like mine."

Is this what even happens at a high class party? I highly doubt it, but now, I'm really interested. Is it a clown? A talent show? More music players? A famous celebrity? Members of the royal family? No, they wouldn't be wearing masks then. Okay, it's someone we might know…

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the Masquerade Tango!"

[STEP UP 3D CAMEO ALL THE WAY! Youtube "Broken Tango" you get the idea of what the dance looks like]

There was a bunch of commotion when people in masks that only covered their eyes emerged from the crowd in an orderly fashion and entered onto the dance floor with such precision and form in their lines if they didn't all look GORGEOUS and GLAMOUROUS I would have sworn they were in the army. None emerged from our side either because we were in tables, or that they came out from only two sides of the crowd.

Instead of cheering and clapping, silence befell the ballroom as they watched the people stand shoulder to shoulder and two lines formed: one for men, and one for women. Maybe it was because we were with the president's son or the Evans' son's bodyguard, but our table was in the perfect front row seat and I turned my body in the chair to get in a more comfortable position to see what was about to happen. I was in the middle and I saw the line of women to my left and the line of men to my right.

I nearly fell out of my chair to see two white haired men in the smack middle of the line.

Without the height difference, I probably wouldn't have figured out who was who, unless the difference in how one of them loosened his tie and let his dress shirt go all sorts of direction along with his poor attempt at good posture did the trick. Oh yeah, I did just think all that.

At the same exact moment, doing the same exact thing at the same exact speed, they all moved.

It was amazing to watch him, as well as the other guys, smoothly step up to a girl in the same rhythm as the violins and other instruments playing on the stage. They bowed to each other in greeting, as if this was the first time they met, and then in one swift movement that matched the movement of the instruments on the stage, they held each other by the shoulders and hands as the singer started to sing, and the real dance began.

Compulsive liars my ass, Soul Evans.

They moved together, turned their heads to the side when the music called for it, and turned in complete synchronization. He lifted his arm up and let go of her with the other hand for a split second where his partner gracefully turned and fell perfectly right back into place in his arms. A few beats and lyrics later and after spinning her out, him and another masked tuxedo man switched partners, and he was dancing entirely and altogether in sync as if he was dancing with the same girl. My jaw dropped to see as the other pairs, all with new dance partners, continued in the same fashion.

They moved together exactly like he did with the other partner, hands in the same placements and still concrete expressions. Another change in music and he dipped her after she kicked her leg straight up. Professionally trained dancers? I'm completely blown away him and his brother were put into the same group, the same dance as these people. As yet another change in the violin called for yet another change in partners, I watched as much of Soul's face as I could while he danced with his new partner, hand on her waist and arm out holding her own hand.

They danced in sort of a pattern, where they would turn and go in circles like some sort of formation when they were close together, like a moving hug almost. How they danced as if they were childhood friends or something. And when they were done waltzing or whatever he'd throw out some sort of trick. A change in music and at the same exact time, every man on the floor lifted their arm up as the woman twirled twice underneath it and fell to the side where the men caught them low to the floor at the same exact time. It was amazing to watch how in sync everyone was and how it went from high to low as the women were dipped from the spin together.

It was a trend I could see that all of the dancers kept an unemotional and composed face, and Soul wasn't any different. I've never seen his face like this. Well yeah I've seen it bored and unfazed but this one, looked more, how should I put this…upper class. It was like all of a sudden he became the well mannered rich boy whom one would think was highly respectable and calm in tense situations. I settled with the thought this was the expression his parents forced him to show, and the expression he wanted to leave behind.

A change in the music's pace and he put her up in some sort of lift where she fell down smoothly back into a dip, or something like that, where they returned into waltz or tango mode, and they moved together with the other pairs in complete synchronization to the music. I've seen movies on this sort of stuff, I've read books on it too, but to see it in person, to see him dance like this in person…

…it took my breath away.

Damn. That boy can move.

Was this really the guy I've been hanging out with the past few days? The one who swears his life at home sucks, the one who drives a motorcycle, the one with emotional issues, and not to mention the one who freaking sleptover at my apartment the other night.

No. It couldn't possibly be. I would have never expected the boy I met, turn out to be someone like the boy I was watching now.

How could I even begin to describe my feelings? Amazement? Surprise?

"Wow, you weren't kidding." I heard Tsubaki tell Kid.

"Why does he keep it a secret?" Liz asked Black Star. "If I had a talent like that, I wouldn't be the least bit modest."

Somehow it remained as the same song, but another change in the pace and beat of the music and I saw that at the same exact time, at the same exact pace, doing the same exact movement, they dispersed themselves evenly to the edges of the dance floor and chose a partner from the crowd. I saw the girls and partners he switched grab the closest man in a suit they could find and brought them to the dance floor, to resume the Masquerade Tango.

I heard Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty squeal and I turned around to ask what they squeaked when I noticed a hand present itself to me.

Black Star cheered and Kid smiled, pleased.

"Wanna dance?" His lips moved into a smirk underneath his mask.

I laughed a little at the contradict. He asked me with illiterate grammar, the sign of a commoner like me, to dance like what I just saw him do. Either this guy has split personalities, or everything he had been telling me the past few days has just been confirmed.

Obviously, I hesitated.

"I-I've never been good at dancing. But Tsubaki or Liz or Pat-"

"Take my hand." The way he said it sounded like a demanding offer, but his voice made it something too good to decline.

Obviously, I took it.

He lifted me up with his hand and lead me onto the dance floor. I took one look back to ask 'omg what should I do I don't know what to do!' to them but I ended up seeing them giving me thumbs up and mouthing 'yeah Maka!' and 'you'll do great this is so great good luck have fun!'

He tugged my hand and my body turned to face him. He lead one of my hands to his shoulder as he placed one on my waist. I felt a chill run up my spine at the delicate touch, but was luckily my attention was swayed to him intertwining his fingers to my other hand as he held it out to our side at shoulder height.

"I-I don't know how to do this." I nearly blushed at my amateur behavior.

Literally on time with the music, one beat made its way to the top of the loudness scale and at that beat, he used some strange strength to pull my body closer to his, and we were suddenly chest to chest and I could clearly see the height difference now.

"Just follow my lead."

I didn't have time to process his suggestion, or demand, or whatever it was because the music changed and all of a sudden we were moving. I was surprised at how my body naturally obeyed his request to follow. The music was slowed down, to more of a waltz or ballroom speed, probably because the professionals had proceeded with their routine and chose novice partners instead of the ones they rehearsed with; at least that's what I was thinking.

He kept me close to him, never taking his eyes off of me, and I did likewise, off him of course. Something changed in his expression, he was smirking the entire time, and he wasn't wearing that ritzy, impassive, well mannered, composed face of his.

Suddenly he lifted his arm up and let go of me with the other hand. I'd seen him do this before, but it felt like I didn't have to when my body spun as if on command and I landed back into his arms. Not perfectly like his other partner, but he fixed that as he quickly adjusted to my amateur dancing and pulled us closer again, and pulled me back into the dance. Professional? More like some sort of insane virtuoso of dance. Another change of music and he spun me out to his side and I spun back in, but now my back was to his chest and I looked at him from the crook of his neck and he looked back down at me. I have to say, I don't know which dancing position I like better.

Somehow, from moving front to back like that, he managed to get me to let him dip me and he pulled me back up so we were in the same position as before. Hand on shoulder and waist, chest to chest while our other hands were preoccupied with clutching each other like life depended on it.

"Wow, the rich boy can dance." I teased, trying to hide my shaky voice because I was out of breath. Not from dancing, okay maybe a little, but actually being his partner and dancing in his arms, literally took my breath away. "And wear a tux. I'm impressed." I smiled.

"You're not so bad yourself." He commented back. "The dancing of course, I'd be surprised if you could wear a tux and work it like me."

"Ha-ha." I laughed sarcastically. "Remind me again why you're in such a rush to leave all of this." I took my eyes off his stare for a split second to roam around the entire ballroom and the house.

"I think you should remind me, what I've been telling you for the past few days." He smirked.

"Yeah yeah, I know. You're Mr. Rebel." I joked.

A change of music and he dipped me, where when I got back up we were side to side, hands still in the same position only we were looking over each other's shoulders. I wouldn't say I was a great dancer, but for a first timer, I would say I was pretty good. Or maybe Soul was just a good leader, and I was a good follower. Never underestimate a well-groomed man's dance moves.

"Don't tell me you miss my jeans and my motorcycle?" He asked, voice close to me ear.

"I'm sure not as much as you."

Because I no longer had to face his, well face, I could watch the other dancing pairs. They weren't talking, more like they were completely infatuated with the Masquerade Tango. Figures we'd be the only ones talking.

"You're right, the whole manners, good behavior, ballroom dancing thing, it ain't my style." I chuckled at the way he spoke with uneducated literacy. This boy was just full of contradictories.

The violin change the rhythm and he spun me, where we once again landed back into first position, nearly face to face again if it weren't for the height difference.

"Well for a rebel, you can really clean yourself up." I complimented.

He smirked. "Why thank you." He said it with his high class aristocrat tone and I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I know I can, you're looking at the me from the past seventeen years. If anything I should be the one saying that to you."

"I'm not following." I told him as we continuously danced or swayed or moved in circles, whatever this was because I wasn't paying attention anymore.

"You look beautiful."

My heart skipped a beat.

"For a commoner, I mean."

Nevermind.

"If this is your way of flirting, you might want some help."I complained to him, slightly disappointed he had added those five words. Without those words his sentence would have made my life.

He never got a chance to respond because the music ended abruptly and he had to drop me into a dip. Some sort of ending pose I guess? Slowly, and smoothly, he lifted me back up as the other couples bowed to each other and went back to their respectful groups to eat and hold conversations once more. Nose to nose, and out of breath from the dancing, I felt like I was about to implode. How was he not out of breath and sweating? He looks like he had just woken up from a nap handsomely instead of dancing for countless minutes.

Whatever, the world around me didn't have my attention. Not one bit.

"Here, come with me." He whispered to my face.

Hand in hand we looked to make sure no one noticed our leave off the dance floor and sneakily left the ballroom, disappearing within the crowds. Like hell I was letting go of his hand…

…I'd probably get lost.

…

Suddenly we were in a large and empty hallway, with an extremely high ceiling. The sounds of everyone in the ballroom were muffled through the closed doors and the wall. My first thought was, everyone else might worry about us, but I figured they'd probably just assume that I was with Soul and it's his house, ahem I mean mansion, so I'd be fine. Everything was mostly quiet in the rest of the house as he lead me through numerous amounts of hallways and up and down an uncountable number of stairs, except for the faint sound of the music coming from the ballroom.

I didn't have the slightest clue about where we went or where the ballroom was, but the next thing I knew we were at the staircase me, Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty entered through. He slowed down his pace as I once again became infatuated with the huge photograph of the entire Evans family with the smaller photos on the sides of each individual member and their respectable instruments. He let go of my hand and hid both of his hands into the depths of his pockets.

"You said you wanted to know what my life was like."

His voice broke me out of my thoughts as I took my place to stand next to him. The familiar phrase caught my attention. I looked at him to see him staring up at the pictures on the wall, so I followed his gaze to one of them. My eyes widened.

"That's you!" I exclaimed.

In the portrait, the piano was turned to its side, so the small rectangular seat was also turned to its side. He stood before the keys and in front of the seat. He wore a black pinstripe suit with a blood red shirt underneath it. It was more properly worn and looked well fitted just like how Wes was dressed instead of the loose mess beside me. He had his right hand in the pocket of his suit pants, and his left hand was placed gently on the black and white keys. The hood of the piano's body was lifted up so you could see the inside.

He might have been standingthere, but to me he was modeling.

"Wait, I don't get it." I suddenly admitted to him. "Should I understand something?"

"Still oblivious as usual." He took a pause, and sighed. "Remember what I said the first time I saw you after the party incident, when you waited us."

I blanked out for a moment, and took a longer pause than he did to think about it. I even looked up at nothing in particular in hopes I could get a peek into my brain and remember. I looked at him, and then looked back at the picture. Then it hit me.

I smirked. "So this is the real you."

He looked at me, satisfied with my memory. Then he looked back at the photograph of himself. "In all my former glory, or lack thereof."

He looked all proper and well brought up, but you could see it in his eyes or something else in his expression that he was definitely the outcast of the family. I looked around and saw that no one in the separate portraits smiled, not even in the giant family photo, they had the same expression that the dancers had in the Masquerade Tango. Was it some sort of cool thing to not smile for a rich person? Although I'd never admit it to him, even though I know he'd agree with me, his family looked very stuck up and closely attached to traditional values and ways and such.

He looked good with a full tuxedo on, well one that was actually well put together, but I have to say I like his more loosened look better. It was amazing that I managed to notice the slight silhouette of his muscles the sleeves of the suit created. How old was he in this picture anyways? He looked the same, yet different. I won't tell him I think he looks absolutely fine in a black and red suit, or that I think I'm attracted to his aristocratic and noble side almost as equally as I was to his other identity as the boy who rides motorcycles and has rude manners.

So I lied. "If it's worth anything, I don't think it suits you all that well."

"Hey, even I would pay a penny for your thoughts." He chuckled.

I laughed along with him. The fun, happy, heartfelt moment was short lived because somewhere in the middle of it, my eyes opened to reality and it finally settled in where I was, and who I was with.

I knew this would happen to me, tonight especially.

I just never expected it to come at this moment, and ruin my mood. When something good happens, something bad will always come around the corner. It's like when you think your life is perfect, but then you just know that something terrible is bound to happen that would ruin the life you were actually okay with for once, because everything was great.

This is wrong.

It's a summer fling.

Nothing less, nothing more.

I looked back at the pictures of his family, and I finally had a complete revelation. His family, my family, we're all too different. I tried to imagine myself in a picture like that, posing like that, making a face like that, and I just couldn't do it. If I was to try after the incident at the carnival, I would've been frowning too much. If I was to try a few months ago, I'd be too smiley, and I wouldn't be able to hold in a smile. I'd like to say that everyone in his family, if they ever went to a masquerade ball, they wouldn't need a mask, because their expressions were so well plastered on their faces you wouldn't be able to tell what they were feeling.

I don't think I could do that even if I tried.

We're just too different.

It makes me wonder, how often Soul hides his feelings. Would I be able to tell his emotions? I mean the rest of his family is freaking great at that, so yeah, I assume he'd be a professional.

Wait, what am I thinking? I shouldn't care. Once summer's over, it won't matter to me.

But hey, I'm still curious, and summer isn't over yet. Might as well have fun while I got it right?

Just a short romance, to keep me occupied over the summer. I can't fall for him. Especially since he happens to irritate me every so often. Like now for instance. I can't help but notice when we're on his territory, all of a sudden he's different around me. He's a little more uptight, but in a suave, rebellious kind of way.

And then there's his family.

He's more smiley than I've ever seen him. He was so angry and frustrated back in my apartment, and always kept to himself back at the carnival. What's got him so happy? Being at home, attending a party his family's throwing, he can't possibly be satisfied with something like that, especially not after everything he's told me, or trying to tell me.

He's contradicting everything he's been saying.

Was it all a lie? Because frankly, it looks like he rather enjoys his lifestyle. Let's get real, who wouldn't? I was crazy to think someone might actually be attracted to my way of life, I mean who'd want that crappy thing? He's so bipolar and indifferent about everything, it pisses me off.

"Unbelievable." I told him without a smile.

"What?"

Avoiding his gaze, I walked in front of him so I could pass him and headed for another hallway. I didn't know where I was going, but he followed me, just like I knew he would because I started talking too.

"You're always so stingy and reluctant whenever I ask you about your life, and all of a sudden you're vaguely giving me answers on a silver platter!" I groaned and stopped my walking once we were in some isolated hallway in his mansion. Who gives a fuck where we are now. I turned to face him. "Where was this Soul a few days ago?"

"Are you trying to imply something?" He raised his voice a little and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes! I mean no. I mean, ugh I don't know!" I told him. "You're just confusing me. You tell me, wait scratch that, you hint at me that your life at home is terrible and you're always on some sort of lockdown or leash and when I actually come here via your invitation, you've been so giddy! I mean I saw those pictures of your family member and they all don't smile or show any expression at all, so I figured that's how you'd be like, but I guess not-!"

He took both hands out of his pockets and lightly but forcefully pushed me against the wall with his hands on my shoulders. "You're rambling." He said softly, but then he tensed his voice. "Don't compare me to my family."

I blinked once. Twice. Again with the personality change. Last time he said something like that he screamed it at me, talking about his brother.

His brother.

Back when his brother put his hand on his shoulder and told him it was time, Soul didn't look like he hated him, but he didn't exactly look like they were getting along either. Ugh this guy gives me a headache! Well, it's a good thing I'm trying to put some space between us, I don't need anymore headaches.

He wouldn't accept the silence.

"You know, I'm not the kind of person who will tell people how I feel most of the time. But for some reason, it comes so easily when it's you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me I'm the reason you're acting so different?" I said in disbelief. To put the blame on me! Geez he's definitely not as charming as I first thought.

"Don't tell me you're taking it as a bad thing." He tried to plead with me.

I began to tremble slightly under my anger. "I'm not. It's just, it frustrates me that I'm having some sort of influence on you!" There, I said it. Not exactly everything I've thought for the past few seconds, minutes, and days, but I'd say it's a well enough of a summary. "You shouldn't have to deal with it. Look at your life!"

He groaned and took his hands off me so he could rub his temples. "See, there you go again! I try to give you a compliment and just like everything I else I can never guess how you're going to react. You don't make sense."

"I don't make sense? You're the one with the two face split identity!" I argued. "Not to mention whenever you tell me something you're always beating around the bush. Is that supposed to be cool or something?"

We were fighting.

I suppose this is good, that way nothing will happen that shouldn't happen.

"I beat around the bush because I never know how you're going to react and I'm trying to make sure I don't push any wrong buttons!" It's strange, how a mood can change so suddenly. And here I thought we were almost something together.

"Well sorry I'm such a hassle!" I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. "Maybe I should just get out of your life." I muttered, and sighed. "Pretend none of this happened. You go back to your life, and I'll go back to mine. If our friends want to hang then fine, but I'll stay out of it."

I really did change him for the worst. Worst fear, realized.

I guess this was goodbye.

"Shut the fuck up Maka I never thought of you like that!" He shouted through gritted teeth, surely he was trying hard to make sure no one heard him. "It's not like that with you!"

Did he really just swear? In his house? To me?

"Are you suggesting you like me or something?" I scolded. "I can't believe you would try that bullshit and lie like that to cover your ass! You are honestly the moodiest, most unbelievable arrogant bastard I've ever-!"

And then…

He kissed me.

Okay, So I wasn't planning on doing the whole broken tango thing but I just saw Step up 3D and COME ON. Who hasn't imagined him doing that? Please no flames on me using it haha to clear things up I was planning on having them dance together in this chapter, but it wouldn't have been as fun as the way it turned out up here /\

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The peanut butter to my jelly…
The happy to my happiness…
…and the YAY to my day.