Note: I just went back and read the last chapter I wrote for this story and I was like "WTF? I WROTE THAT!? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME!?" So yeah.... this chapter will be better! I promise you that! *crosses her heart* promise promise promise! I can't believe you guys are still going with my story! You guys rock soooo much! I didn't expect anyone to read what I was writing. I promise not to rip on Kid in this story! Well... maybe a little. Also, any wierd spacing is entirely this website's fault. Originally, this chapter was like 10 pages long (my friend ladylily101 and I were writing back and forth), so I made it into multiple chapters.
CHAPTER 2:
Soul's POV:
I lay awake in bed, fretting over what I was going to tell my parents about my grades.
"What am I supposed to do...?" I sighed quietly, not wanting to wake Kenai, who was asleep on the floor across the room.
He had moved into my room about three months after the school year had started, saying he preferred the floor to the couch anyways.
I wondered where he had developed that strange taste in bedding.
He had only told me that the floor gave him more room to stretch out.
That could be a reasonable explanation, as he was practically sprawled across my entire bedroom floor.
Well, he was taking up much room as a 16 year-old boy could, which was a fair amount.
Not to mention that he had built a blockade of stuff around him.
That was something I found slightly amusing.
The fact that he had something somewhat similar to a fort to sleep in.
"Kenai..." I whispered, wondering if I could catch his attention, even if he was asleep.
"GO TO BED SOUL." Kenai shot back, rolling over and opening his eyes.
He was an incredibly light sleeper.
"Come on..." I sighed, "Stay up with me please?"
"Your only worried because your parents are coming tomorrow." Kenai dug under the blankets, burying himself so I could no longer see him, "Get over it. I'd say you have more to worry about with meeting Mesuji's parents."
"Why?" I asked nervously.
"Because they're over protective and hate almost every guy Mesuji comes in contact with." Kenai sounded slightly muffled under all the cloth, "With the exception of me."
"Really?" I asked, my eyes widening, "Shit."
"Exactly," said Kenai, "Now go to bed."
It was even harder to settle my fears now.
Not only did I have to worry about my parents freaking out and grounding me for the rest of the century, I had to worry about Mesuji's parents.
After tomorrow I probably wouldn't be her boyfriend anymore.
I sighed, and then sighed again as quietly as I could, though apparently it was loud enough to wake Kenai.
"SOULGOTOBEDORIWILLSTRANGLEYOU."
"Sorry," I whimpered.
I turned over to face the wall, and it seemed only a moment later when Kenai was shaking me.
"Soul! Wake up!"
"Go away," I mumbled.
Today was a day I did not fancy experiencing.
"Mesuji and Maka are making pancakes!" he said, "Plus, I don't think you want to be late when your parents are here, seeing as your grades are absolute crap."
"They are not!" I protested, but got out of bed, "They're only... sort of crap."
Kenai looked at me, one eyebrow raised, and if looks were words, he was saying, "No, you idiot, they're absolute crap." He then followed by saying exactly that.
I snorted, but I knew, as little as I wanted to admit it, that my grades were crap. Absolutely.
"What did you say they were making for breakfast?" I asked, pulling on my jacket.
Kenai liked it cold in the dorm, and no one dared to argue with him on the current temperature.
"Pancakes. Your fave right?" Kenai stood there staring at me.
I nodded, a chipper start to the day would help make up for the inconveniences that were coming later on.
I walked out of the room, Kenai trailing behind me.
He had obviously already gotten dressed.
"You're so lucky that your parents aren't coming..." I moaned, trying to sound as dramatic as possible.
"Am I?" Kenai asked, "I'd sure rather have them come than not care at all..."
"I'd rather have them just leave me alone..." I replied, "At least then I wouldn't have to worry about things like this."
"Soulsoul!" Mesuji squealed at me as soon as I walked into the living room.
I smirked, "Are you wearing your present?"
Her smile faded, "Yes..."
"Can I see?" I asked, only to be smacked upside the head by Kenai, "YOU WON'T GET ANYWHERE WITH HER PARENTS SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT TO HER!"
"Sorry..." I apologized to Kenai and Mesuji in unison.
"That's okay," said Mesuji, "But Kenai's serious. If you say something like that around my parents, they'll transfer me to a different school, maybe even in a different country. They're that controlling. As it is, even if you act nice and respectful, I'll have to have a huge argument with them."
"Whoa," said Maka, who had just come in, "I mean, I knew Soul's girlfriend's parents almost never like Soul, but that's just insane."
I glared at her, as Mesuji replied, "Yeah, my parents are kind of mental."
Kenai laughed. "Kind of mental? That's a definite understatement."
Mesuji smiled, saying, "Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?" echoed Kenai, "Remember that one time when you were going out with-"
"PANCAKES, ANYONE?" interrupted Mesuji, loudly.
As we walked into the kitchen, I whispered to Kenai, "What happened?"
He grinned. "Mesuji was going out with this guy, had lots of money, good looking, smart - her parents couldn't find anything wrong with him. That is, until they found out that he had a speech impediment. They made her transfer schools. And before that, she went out with a guy that looked remarkably like a toad - and was about as smart as one too. I don't even know why she went out with him, but when her parents found out, they freaked. They called him Toadface, and tried to sue him for going out with Mesuji, as if his ugliness would affect her looks."
I began to laugh, until I remembered that I would be under the eye of her parents sometime today. I gulped, and felt dread crawl up my back.
"At least you don't look like a toad," whispered Kenai as we sat down, "Though that's about as much good counting for you as you'll get."
"Do you think I could gets extra points by being a gentleman?" I asked.
"Maybe..." Kenai replied, "But if you get in trouble with your parents and her parents see, you're basically screwed."
"WELL WHY DO HER PARENTS LIKE YOU!?" I burst out.
Kenai looked at me like I was insane, "Look at me."
If I was to look at him at all, I was going to glare while doing so.
So that's what I did.
I glared at him, and he laughed.
"Her parents rate on 4 different things." Kenai informed me, "Looks. Intelligence. Kindness. Money."
"Damn..." I sighed, "You're right, I've only got my looks and money going for me."
"Right..." Kenai nodded, laughing.
I noticed Mesuji was about to sit down, and rushed to her side, pulling out the chair she was about to take out herself.
"It's never a lady's job to do such a thing." I smiled.
"Oh god..." Mesuji sighed, "KENAI, YOUR SEXIST CRAP IS RUBBING OFF ON SOUL."
"Hey, I'm trying to be nice!" I protested, "Anyway wouldn't this give me extra points in your parent's book?"
Mesuji rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. Just not the comment."
"Yours or mine?"
"Both," she said angrily, "When they're here, you say 'Allow me' and I say 'Thank you,' okay?"
"Allow me," I said jokingly, and when Mesuji looked at me strangely, I said, "I'm just practicing!"
Maka and Mesuji rolled their eyes at each other.
"But seriously, Soul," continued Mesuji, "I'm going to tell you some basic rules for you to follow while my parents are here: 1: No suggestive comments. 2: Be nice. 3: Treat my parents respectfully. Really respectfully. Treat them like they're the people who are deciding whether or not to have you killed."
I gulped.
"4. No kissing, holding hands, anything. My parents go by the law 'If you touch someone anywhere but the elbow, it's considered sexual harassment,' but don't go poking my elbow either."
"What?" I asked, "I have to keep my hands off you for a whole day?"
"Soul!" said Maka, shocked, as Kenai let out a bark of laughter and I realized that what I had just said could be taken multiple ways.
"I- I didn't mean, I mean that-"
Mesuji glared at me, and said, "Rule 5: Try to think before you speak. It's comments like that that would get me transfered."
"Oops," I replied.
"6. Don't get in trouble with anyone!" Mesuji shook her finger in my face menacingly.
"That could be a problem..." I shook my head in return, "My parents are coming too, remember?"
"Dang..." Mesuji sighed, rubbing her head, "I hope they know how to have a good conversation..."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because my parents will want to talk with yours." Mesuji replied, "We just have to make sure that discussion happens before you parents see your grades."
"What will your parents say about you?" Mesuji asked.
I stared grimly at the ground, "Probably that I'm a menace who can't do anything right..."
Mesuji shook her head, "No! They can't say that! They just can't!"
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a little angel..." I sighed.
"I noticed." Mesuji put her hand on my shoulder, "But you're definitely NOT a menace to me or anyone."
Kenai frowned, "That's a bit of a stretch... I mean, he keeps me up until like three in the morning with his excessive sleep-talking..."
"Shut-up." Mesuji growled.
We began to eat, and as much as I liked pancakes, I could hardly take one bite.
I was too nervous.
When we had finished, I asked, "The parents come at 5 right?" I asked, drawing the topic away from how I had forced Kenai into becoming almost nocturnal.
"Right." Maka nodded.
"And it's what time right now?"
"Like 11:30..." Maka answered.
"Okay, we need to come up with a plan to get my parents to say nice things about me," I said.
"Actually," said Mesuji, grinning mischievously, "We need to get you looking presentable. Makeover time!"
"But we need a plan, don't we?" I replied, feebly trying to get out of the whole thing.
"We can talk while we do the makeover," said Mesuji. "First things first - take a shower. Maka and I will pick out an outfit."
As the girls walked off, Kenai said, "I don't envy you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
He looked at me pityingly and began to speak, but just then Mesuji stuck her head around the corner.
"Shower. Now."
"Have fun!" Kenai mouthed as I walked towards the bathroom. I stuck out my tongue at him, and then, for good measure, again in the direction of Mesuji.
"I saw that!" she shouted.
"Sorry." I winced at her tone.
But I listened to her previous order.
Note: Lolz, poor soul is getting a make-over upon him ^^ Ok... so, I'm holding a contest for an alternate ending to "Mesuji" because I made kid-fangirls mad -_-.......Post your alternate ending as a oneshot, PM me saying you did one, and the best one will get posted at the end of "Mesuji." Have fun!