I slithered in under the doorframe, changing back to my human form when I noticed a large figure asleep on the couch.

'He is alone in the house.' I thought. 'Pity I need him. I could kill him easily.'

Riley stirred on the couch, rolling over and knocking two things off of the couch: a remote and a cell-phone. I smiled as I picked the phone up, and decided to do a very unprofessional thing.

'He's a cold-hearted snake, look into his eyes/Uh-oh, he's been telling lies-'

I opened the phone quickly, yawning and saying "Hello?"

"Hey, Riley, want to go get a bite to eat?" Maka asked, then said "Did you just wake up?"

"Maybe." I smiled. "Yeah, I'm in the mood for some breakfast."

"It's lunchtime." Maka said.

"Oh. Right. That was a test. Should I go to your house?"

"Sure." Maka said. "Is Kylie at that one sleepover?"

"Yeah. Why didn't you go?" I asked, getting up and looking at the time. Nearly eleven. Damn! If only there wasn't a anime marathon on last night...

"A giant kid hit me on the side of the head with his little sister." Maka said.

"I said sorry! Gotta go. See you in a bit." I said.

"Bye." Maka said, giggling. I changed my ringtone to another song and hopped into the shower.

"Uh." I moaned. My stomach wasn't feeling too good: probably all the soda I drank. Or the other junk foods.

"Do you want us to call Riley?" Tsubaki asked.

"No. Just give me some stomach medicine." I said, noticing Crona was very nervous and very, very sweaty. "Crona, are you okay?"

"Huh? What? I-I don't know how to deal with people with stomach aches." Crona said.

"Alright then." I said, unsure what she meant.

"Hey Maka." I said.

"Hey Riley." Maka said. "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere you wanna." I said. "So, your head feeling better?"

"Yes." Maka said, smiling and blushing. "How are you doing?"

"Good. Feeling a bit bad since I cut your head open, but I can make it up to ya'." I said.

"How?" Maka asked.

"Paying for the food, I guess. So, how's Soul?" I asked.

"He's been hanging out with Black Star and Kid. You, uh, know Kid's got a thing for you, right?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah. He thinks you're extremely symmetrical." Maka said.

"Riiiiiiiiight. I'm not standing near him again." I said. "Where you wanna eat?"

"I, uh, don't know." Maka shrugged. "I know a good curry restaraunt."

"Riley, a kid from the parts of America where you don't know what the hell a 'curry' is stares on blankly." I said.

"Just follow me. It tastes good." Maka said.

"Right then. Theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die." I quoted.

"What?"

"Tennyson poem. I think it makes any occasion epic." I shrugged.

"You're weirder when Kylie isn't around." Maka said.

"Yeah, well, I'm a weird person. You probably knew that when I walked towards you carrying a small child on my back." I said.

*Skips past eating*

"That was good." I said, wiping my mouth.

"Told you." Maka said.

'I wanna make it/I Wanna Make It Wit' Chu/(Anytime, Anywhere'

I answered my phone quicker than the naked (damn it!) eye could see for fear that Maka would realize what the song was about.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Yeah, Riley, it's me. We have to talk." Kylie said, serious as the grave.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We need to talk, face to face. This is really important." Kylie said.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm at our house. My friends dropped me off." Kylie said.

"I'll be right there." I said. "I gotta go. Kylie sounds really serious. I mean, more serious than no-"

"I understand." Maka said. "Maybe we could do this again?"

"Sure." I smiled, then ran off towards home.

A/N: I think Riley's phone ring will be whatever fits the mood/whatever I'm listening to at the time.

And, yes, I do love that 'naked (damn it!) eye' thing.

-MN1