Chapter 2
Just playing around with this idea. I have a general idea of where I want it to go, but if there's anything you guys would like so see in this story please let me know, I'm totally open to suggestions! Sorry I had to change my username, things happened.
Stay safe, stay happy,
vichalmers
Maka dragged her self out of bed the next morning, her nose following the sent of coffee to the kitchen.
Funny, Soul isn't usually one to fire up the coffee maker.
But it was a Saturday morning and Saturday mornings were when Soul and Maka got together and drank the special coffee her Mamma had sent them from Costa Rica and made time to talk. Not about missions or school or the black blood but about each other and their lives and what had been bothering them that week. It was special. It was nice that Soul had taken initiative and made the coffee this morning for-
It was her.
The blond Meister with the dip-dyed hair from the club last night, only wearing one of Soul's tee-shirts.
Maka swallowed hard to keep bile from bubbling up.
"Oh, Maka" The girl smiled, oozing with fake kindness. "I didn't realize you were up already. Soul told me he was sure you were going to sleep in late. I hope we didn't wake you."
Lie, Soul knows I never sleep in.
The girl continued on, pouring coffee into two awaiting mugs, our matching mugs Tsubaki got Soul and I for Christmas.
"No worries," Maka said slowly, making her way cautiously into the kitchen. "I was just getting up to make some coffee too." The girl's face twisted into mock surprise and disappointment.
"I'm so sorry Maka, I just used the last of it." She held up the two mugs as proof and then began pouring heaping tablespoons of sugar into both cups.
What is she doing? Soul hates his coffee sweet and-
"Wait you used all of it?" Maka rushed around the counter and pick up the little empty bag, peering inside it. A few lone grounds rolled around and all that was left was the faint smell of rare rainforest coffee. That bitch!
"T-that was the last of the special coffee my Mama sent me," Maka couldn't believe a near stranger could just come into someone else's house and just help them selves as such, with out asking.
"Well, there isn't anything more special than sharing with new friends right?" Maka watched horrified as the girl pour a third tablespoon full of sugar into the awaiting mugs of coffee.
She's completely ruining it!
"Besides," The girl picked up her mug and took a long sip, "what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't make my boyfriend a cup of coffee in the morning?"
Maka felt her heart still at those words. Was that true? Was Soul really dating this malicious girl? He hadn't even told her! Soul and Maka told each other everything, ever since Stein's candle 'experiment' years ago. Nothing was kept between them, nothing. Maka was the first to know about every one of Soul's girls, no matter how much she didn't want to know. And he knew about all her insecurities, hopes, dreams…but not about my feelings. Okay so almost everything, but Maka felt like their relationship benefited from that lack of information.
It was then, after the green-haired bitch had ruined the very last of Maka's special coffee, and after she dropped the truth bomb about her self and Soul, did said weapon make his appearance.
"Maka you're a lifesaver, making coffee this early in the-" Soul stopped in his tracks when the girl from the night before- what was her name, shit, shit! Uh… Jenifer! Her name is Jenifer!- Jenifer held out a steaming cup under his nose.
"I made it actually," She bat her eyelashes prettily and Soul felt him self soften. Whenever she spoke he just felt so…relaxed. Was this love? He had never felt like this with a girl. But something about it just seemed so off. Yet when she smiled at him he wouldn't help but simply not care.
"Thanks," Soul took the mug she offered him before moving around the island to stand beside his Meister who looked strangely put out. Following her line of sight Soul's eyes fell upon the empty coffee bag, the last dregs in the coffee pot and then to the two mugs he and Jenifer held. A sick feeling pulled at the bottom of his stomach.
"Is this the coffee your Mama sent?" Maka turned to look at her weapon, her eyes narrowing for a moment with a look of hurt and betrayal?
"Hope you like it sweet." She muttered, only loud enough for him to hear before stalking off to her room. Curious, Soul sipped the milky looking concoction, chocking back a disgusted cough and forcing his face not to contort into a grimace.
Shit, what did she do to this?
Jenifer came, wrapping her slender arms around his neck, blowing gently on his ear.
"Do you like it?"
And for some reason, Soul found himself nodding in agreement.
