L: Sup readers, got your comments! Replies bellow~!

Soul: What is wrong with you?

L: A little bit of everything, but at least I'm insane!

Soul: So uncool...

L:Shut it, albino-boy, just because you and Maka are meant to be together doesn't mean I like you...

Soul: *sighs* L doesn't own Soul Eater

L: If I did, Maka and Soul would have kissed already!

Soul: WHATEVER! ON WITH THE STORY!

I am anonymous: I'll try, I'm not exactly a pro... we'll just have to see!

Arielle: Yeah, both is probably the better idea...

Hyper: I was planning on the whole Blackstar idea: But it's cool you thought so too!

Miss. ClosetOtaku98: If you weren't my best friend, I'd say you were on drugs... but your my best friend, so it's cool.

Idon'tfeellikeloggingin(I get that feeling a lot too): 3rd vote for both! Thanks for the review.

Kaykay: It's cool, I love lemons too! I'll try my best to make it as good as possible!

Curse this stupid, uncool prom. I growl in my mind. I'm staring at myself in the mirror… the Soul staring back at me has a sharp-toothed grimace plastered on his face. His dark scarlet eyes look bored and his outfit looks uncomfortable.

I have on a traditional tux: Ya know, black jacket and pants complete with white pin-stripes, underneath is a dark red dress shirt and black tie. It's weirdly similar to the tux I wear in my mind with the imp.

I'm dressed in this monkey-suit because of a certain loud-mouthed assassin. Who is hopefully lying unconscious in a sewer at the moment… wishful thinking aside, he's probably out trolling for a girl besides Tsubaki (who might be the best thing that has ever happened to the moron.)

~*: Flashback (Repetition is fun!):*~

I'm simply sitting here, with my ear buds in and the music turned up as loud as humanly possible listening to Nine Inch Nails, minding my own freaking business. But can I be left alone to look cool (Me: *Cough, cough* Attract females. Soul: Shut up.) for 10 fucking minutes?

"YO! SOUL!" The blustering moron flies through the hallways of the DWMA, and (coincidentally) right past me. He stops in his tracks, leaving skid marks, and comes over to slap me on the shoulder and grin like an idiot.

I let out a sigh and pull out my ear buds to look at the blue-haired assassin in front of me. "Yeah, Blackstar?" I ask, not entirely sure I actually WANT to know what this kid is up to.

"DUDE! WE SHOULD GO TO PROM TOGETHER!" He says way too loud, and way too weird. People shoot us angry, confused, shocked, and amused looks.

I clamp a hand over his mouth, repressing my urge to turn my arm into a scythe and slice his huge mouth off (barely), to shut him the fuck up. "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask him quietly but with a WTF look on my face.

He mumbles something into my hand really loudly, but I can't make it out, so I reluctantly remove my hand. "We should go to prom, there are gonna be a load of hot girls there!" He grins, thankfully not meaning what it sounded like.

The amused onlookers walk away stifling laughter as I'm left there thanking Death he didn't mean to ask me to prom… that would have been 13 different levels of uncool.

The question was brought back to my attention by Blackstar hitting me on the shoulder and waiting for a response similar to how an eager puppy might. "Hell no, I have better things to do than go to a stupid dance with you." I say (lies, but still) and start to get up.

Blackstar gives me a semi-insane grin and grabs my shoulder. "Come ooooonnnnn! It'll be fun, you can't refuse god!" He boasts with the same weird grin on his stupid face.

I have a sneaking suspicion he means he'll kick my ass if I don't come… which might just happen, so I hesitantly agree. "Sure, whatever… do you have a date?" I ask him fully aware the only reason he's asking is because he struck out.

He grins at me wider than usual. "WHO NEEDS WOMEN?" He laughs loudly, clapping me on the shoulder HARD. "Bros before hoes dude, you know."

~*:End Flashback (because the rest isn't important):*~

Blackstar is unbelievable, he had the sweetest, sexiest girl in the DWMA to go with, but he dumps her for no reason. If he wants to be god, he can start with growing a brain…

Not that I have a leg to stand on in the ditching department… I wanted to ask Maka, but how uncool is that? Even more uncool is going to be running into her at prom without a date.

Maybe I should ask Blair? She's always up for wearing fancy clothes and dancing around… maybe that would be cooler than going alone. Naw, how uncool is taking a cat to prom?

So, in the end, I guess I'm basically screwed any way you think about it, perfect. Just perfect.

Soul: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoy causing me pain.

L: You noticed?

Soul: I hate you...

L: Sorry! Just feeling sadistic lately~

Soul:Whatever... uncool demon lady.

L: I SHALL DO A LEMON AND PLOT! BWAHAHAHA- so bored...

Soul: Get medication for your bipolar disorder!

L:NEVA! It helps me write~

Soul: ...

L:I LOVE YOU ALL!