One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]
Rated M for Mature content
Genre: Romance, Suspense
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Fiction
SunshinGirl09
Maka
The fact that Soul and I never discussed the matter of us kissing made everything totally awkward. I mean, to other people we may have looked normal but damn. I felt awkward. It was mid-January and I still felt my heart do flip flops whenever I saw him, whenever we hi-fived. Anything. I just couldn't deal with it anymore.
"Maybe you like him." Tsubaki suggested.
"Or maybe I just don't know what to do around him anymore." As I said it I regretted it, remembering that Tsubaki didn't know about the kiss we shared on Christmas. That...could be a problem couldn't it? I would've told her but I heard before that telling people these things can ruin relationships. Not that I was referring to any relationship in particular.
"Why would you not know what to do around him?" Tsubaki questioned, taking a sip of the coffee the was placed in front of her.
I took a sip of my hot chocolate, thankful we were indoors and not outdoors in the cold.
"Uh...no reason." I lied to her face.
Tsubaki raised an eyebrow.
"Maka I do have a boyfriend." She informed me. "So I can tell you're lying about something. You wouldn't feel awkward around him unless..." She trailer off leaving me to answer.
I avoided eye contact and took another sip of my sweet drink topped in whipped cream.
"Okay...so maybe we kissed."
"You what?" Tsubaki covered her mouth at the sudden outburst, probably not used to the idea of her own voice raising about a low amount of decibels.
"Th-that's not a problem is it, right?" I asked her, feeling uncomfortable.
"Um...well Maka that changes everything now! How have you two not talked?" She asked, tapping her fingers. "Now that's awkward!"
I nodded in agreement, wishing I had told her earlier but she didn't seem angry that I kept it from her. It was Tsubaki. She wasn't known to hold grudges, was she?
"Yeah a bit." I agreed.
"So did he kiss you or you kiss him?" Tsubaki interrogated.
My eyebrow shot up and I glared at her. It was awkward enough thinking about what happened. I didn't want to explain it.
"He kissed me." I answered, feeling even more uncomfortable.
Tsubaki smiled innocently. That evil girl...
"Maka...I think you've find love." She said.
I shrugged trying to ignore the way my stomach did flip flops at that thought. I didn't want to be in love. It hurt so much. After Kyou, I didn't know if I ever wanted to love ever again. The only bipolar man I could put up with was my father and even though he had gotten much better in the past month, he still pissed me the fuck off.
But what happened with Kyou...it hurt my heart...so much.
And then I thought about Soul and I wanted to save him from all his pain. Desire to save someone at the risk of your own well being...was that love?
"Nah...Tsubaki that's crazy." I argued with her. How could that possibly be?
Tsubaki shrugged also.
"Okay. But you're still gonna have to do something about this, aren't you?"
Soul
"Sup?" I greeted my partner with our handshake.
She chuckled nervously.
"Cat got your tongue, Wormie?" I mocked, pretending to stutter.
Maka rolled her eyes while opening her locker taking out some books and then slamming it shut so she could glare at me.
"Bastard." She mumbled, however falling into step with me when I walked away.
I glanced down at her journal, dying to read it, wondering what deep secrets about me that she had hidden in there. Thinking about it caused me to laugh aloud. If I read it I'd probably end up chucking it across the room when I realized how many times she called me bad names in there.
We arrived at Marie-sensei's classroom on time. Really the only time I ever came before the bell rang was when I was with Maka. I'd like to say she made me a better person but she just made me more of a pushover probably. Honestly, I was losing my edge around her now. Not cool.
"Wanna get off my desk?" She asked me, watching me as I sat cross legged on her desk.
I shrugged.
So I got up and stood in front of it, blocking her.
"Oy..." She mumbled dangerously.
I liked pissing her off to this extent.
"I'm standing here until you make me move." I challenged, smirking. Man, her expressions were fucking priceless.
"Soul Eater!" Maka cried, letting go of her books to tackle me. It was more friendly though than I expected. I figured she'd actually attack me but this was surprisingly weak.
She had almost got me out of the way but the bell rang and Marie walked into the classroom, raising a suspicious eyebrow at the sight of Maka attempting to twist my wrist. She just shook her head and walked to her desk, leaning on it is as she stood, addressing us.
"Oy, class!" She called. "Calm down and take your seats."
I moved away from Maka's desk slowly, earning her tongue stuck out at me and I was instantly reminded of our kiss.
Shit. Why the fuck did I do that? Maybe that's why her behavior was becoming increasingly awkward. I didn't even know why I kissed her. I couldn't have possibly liked her. I mean, damn, she was my friend now and I hated to admit that I didn't mind her presence at all anymore. Actually, I preferred it over other peoples.
"Before we work on our stories," Marie said. "I want to have a quick look at these books."
I zoned out and looked over at my partner who seemed to be paying attention, to everyone else, but I knew better. Her eyes weren't focused with the fiery determination they normally held. She was thinking about something...but what? I was a little eager but pinched myself to pay attention again.
However my gaze returned to her once more.
She finally realized and returned a stare, raising her eyebrows and waving. But she didn't look that happy. I wonder what was going on with her.
Did I do something?
Tsubaki
Black Star and I sat at the table at lunch eating each others food. We stopped having separate lunches and just brought food to share...like a potluck every day between the two of us. His cooking wasn't the best but he liked to bring store bought things to try to please me.
I liked it either way.
"Hey where's Maka?" I asked suddenly.
Soul turned around, looking to see if she was in the lunch line.
"I...don't know."
"Soul you don't know where your girl is?" Black Star exclaimed, causing me to giggle.
"Eh shut up..." Soul mumbled. "She's not my girl or anything." But it looked like he regretted saying that.
I shrugged. He wanted to know where she was.
Then I glanced at my phone. There was a message from Maka.
Maka: I was feeling a little sick so I went home. Make sure to tell everyone so they don't worry!
I looked up, an idea popping into my head, feeling slightly evil. Oh well.
"Who's that from?" Black Star peered over my shoulder and I put my phone away so he wouldn't see.
Then I looked at Soul, putting an expression of pain on my face.
"Soul it's from Maka." I informed him.
"Yeah?" His interest was peaked.
"She's really sick! So she had to go home!" I tried to make the biggest deal possible out of this.
Soul narrowed his eyes, curious.
"How sick? Won't she need someone to take care of her?" He asked. "And her father isn't home! So she'll be sick all alone!"
"Ehh she'll be fine." I said, popping a piece of sushi into my mouth, trying to push his buttons.
"How can you say that?" Soul angrily replied. "She's your damn friend isn't she?" He argued with me.
I shrugged, making him even more angry.
"Dammit!" That's when he got up from the table angrily and stalked away.
Black Star glanced at me.
"Oy," he said. "Aren't you a little calm for you best friend to be sick?"
I giggled showing him the text. Though Black Star could dim witted, he understand and guffawed loudly, shaking his head and tightening the hold around my shoulders making me feel even more safer. Then we started another conversation about food, which is what we normally talked about but hey, we liked to eat.
Maka
I tiredly sat in bed, my throat scratchy. I had tried to talk less today but Soul made that impossible at my locker this morning. I couldn't just not talk to him if he was in front of me so I had to get out if there was any hope of my throat getting better. And now I started coughing violently because I was trying to clear it but the coughing had started to became a habit over the past week. Ugh and my head. It killed like a mother. Damn.
The water was not helping any bit either. I looked at the glass on my bedside. It only made my burning throat even worse. I did try to gargle salt water but the pain only went away for about ten minutes and then returned with a vengeance.
I was starting to get the chills to. I mean, I wasn't that sick but I was to the point where I was just tired and didn't want to do anything. I thought about the biology lessens we had last year about the immune system, having the white blood cells recognize pathogens by seeing the antigens and thought about viruses, attacking cells by injecting DNA. Nasty.
To sum it all up, I was in a lot of pain. My head and my body.
While I lay in bed, I was writing my story. The words were flowing even more easily now than at the beginning of the year. I considered changing the first part of the story because all I did was insult him but then the story would lack character development.
There was a girl who was in Soul's life too. He was always on her mind. No one quite understood that all of his insults would give him charm in front of her but that was just how it turned out to be. Neither of them were ever bored around each other. And when she learned who he really was, she couldn't stay away from him. It was so hard. He was a bad boy and she was the good girl.
I tried to ignore the familiarity as I wrote the story. But it couldn't help but come out.
I, however, did not expect banging on my door during the middle of the school day. Tired, I got out of bed, already exhausted from taking the bus from school to my apartment. I padded along the kitchen linoleum to the front door.
"Hello-"
I didn't even get to finish my sentence or opening the door because it was pried open.
"Oy! Maka! What's wrong? You sick?" Soul burst in the door, knocking me over and we both tumbled on the floor.
Achingly, I sat up and looked him in the eye. His face was plastered with concern.
"Soul..." I said softly. "I'm...okay."
He blinked looking around confused.
"But Tsubaki said..." He protested.
"I told her I was a little sick." I told him while he stood up and held out his hand for me. I took it, electric sparks seeming to fly between our fingers as he pulled me up.
Soul crossed his arms.
"Well...what's wrong?" He questioned, looking around awkwardly.
"Uh...I've got a sore throat and a-" I hacked a few times, covering my mouth. "Cold." I finished.
Soul raised an eyebrow at me.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" He suggested.
I nearly rolled my eyes at the ridiculous red-eyed boy.
"I was in bed before you frantically knocked on the door." I informed him walking into the kitchen, knowing he'd follow.
I arrived and opened up the refrigerator.
"Want some food?" I offered.
"No." Soul replied through gritted teeth. "You should be resting!"
I blinked, my heart fluttering a few times.
"N-Not that I fucking care that much." Soul rambled awkwardly, looking around. "Just...go lay down or something.
"Soul?" But he was already shoving me out of the kitchen.
I walked back to my bedroom, unsure of what he was about to do. Honestly? It's not like Soul Eater knows how to cook despite his name. Not that I knew...it's just I'd never seen him cooking before, in a kitchen. He'd be the one cracking the sexist jokes. I considered one but as I lay in my bed and listened to the pots and pans cluttering together I could only smile at his effort.
I considered finishing the chapter in my story but I was entertained by looking at Soul's shadow pacing around the kitchen trying to figure out where everything was. I would've told him but wanted him to ask first. Besides, it was way funny watching him scrambling around the kitchen.
After thirty minutes he appeared in my bedroom, as if it was his own house, with a tray of soup. If he had been a little more expressive maybe I could've seen the blush on his cheeks. The sight of him made me giggle, which turned into coughs.
"Just shut the hell up..." He growled. "What're you blushing about?"
Me...blushing? I wasn't blushing. I brought my hand up and felt my forehead. It was burning up. I'd hardly noticed but in the last half hour my temperature had rapidly rose.
Soul set the soup on my lap and then sat on my bed. We stared at each other with perplexed expressions and then suddenly his eyes softened.
"You okay?" He asked.
My whole body shuddered at the softness of his voice, or maybe the fact that I had the chills.
"Y-Yeah..." I responded, feeling a bead of sweat drip down the side of my face.
Soul leaned over and touched me.
"You sure? You're burning up," He observed, his eyebrows knitted. "But you're shaking."
I brought the soup over to my mouth and took spoonfuls trying to ignore his concern and make him worry less. It wasn't working.
"Maka...Maka..." Soul repeated my name until I looked at him, my eyes drooping. "Are you sure you're okay?" He wondered.
I nodded, slightly weak.
"Yeah sure, go to the second cabinet to the right above the sink and grab the thermometer. I'm sure it's fine." I ordered him calmly. Surely it couldn't be anything serious. I mean, I felt pretty crappy this morning so how could this just break out into a full fever?
Soul returned with the thermometer and told me to stick out my tongue. As I did that, he put it under my tongue and into my mouth. We waited a while.
"102 degrees." Soul told me. "One more degree and we're going to the hospital."
Despite how serious he was making this seem, I just laughed.
"What?" Soul mumbled, annoyed.
"Soul..." I said in between laughs. "I'm glad you came."
I didn't even have time to worry about how weird it was that he was in my apartment. I mean, I was the one who climbed a tree in his back yard in the middle of winter.
He nodded, watching me with his blood red eyes.
My heart was beating faster and I don't know if it was because of the fever or Soul's presence.
Shit, I may be starting to like him...that wouldn't be good. Don't listen to Tsubaki...
"No problem." Soul answered, still sitting on my bed. "I mean come on, it's not like a stupid worm like you could take care of yourself."
I made sure to smack him with my journal.
"Very funny, Soul Evans." I smirked.
He twitched.
"Very funny. Maka." Soul retorted.
Soul stayed at my house for hours. I tried to get him to leave many times. Not because I wanted him to be but because I felt bad. It was 8 PM when I finally got him to get out. I informed him that my papa was going to be coming home soon. Maybe an hour or so.
"Fine." Soul answered. "I just don't trust a klutz like you by yourself."
"Oh good joke.." I mumbled. "Don't get lost on your way back!" I called as he waved out the door, flipping me off. "Bastard." I chuckled.
Then it hit me though. There was no way that it was possible but it was the only conclusion I could come up with. I think that I liked Soul. Every day at least once, I replayed our kiss in my mind, trying to think of what it meant and wondered if Soul thought about it too.
The real problem now to think of is: Is it like or is it love?
A/N: OH BAMMM! Another chapter! Hehehe. Fluff alert. *wink* but anyway, with all the cheesiness, I'm sick right now oinwoinfwoinf again. Apparently you can get sick from working hard according to my dad sounds like bs but ehhh I'm sick again for the second time this month with finals this week. Maybe I am a bit stressed but I'm more relaxed now that SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE enfqoeignwoign. Hell yes. I mean I got dance like every day but no fucking school. YESYESYESYESYES. I'm trying not to sound ghetto in my recent chapters but it might come out because I've been watching the boondocks lately;) sooo funny. but yeah I'm also making a video for this story. it'll be hardcore. but yeaaah i love my reviewers with a passssioooon *heart* soo reviewww and i'll have more motivation to update even on busy days ;)