Chapter Eleven

"Wha-"

"NOTHING!" I sputtered way to quickly. She pushed out of the hug and stared right at my tear streaked, wide eyed, extremely scarlet face. She shook her head after a few moments, confused, then stood up. I remained on the floor, averting her eyes as she looked at me, her stare boring into my chest. I was almost afraid she could hear my heart when she muttered that she was hungry and walked away. I nearly passed out. I had wanted to tell so bad... I almost let it slip...but I wouldn't be able to take the rejection because I knew she didn't think of me that way. I must have sat there in the hallway thinking for a long time, because in the middle of a thought, Maka called from the kitchen,

"Breakfast..." I then realized that there were still tears streaming down my stupid, readable face, and there was nothing I could do to make them go away.' I can't believe I cried in front of her... Why couldn't I hold it in? What's wrong with me? Now I look like a babyish moron...'

I got up, then slowly walked into the kitchen. I stood there, staring at her like an idiot, as she sat at the table with one hand knotted into her hair. Crying had taken a lot out of her... Both of us... I blushed, again, recalling how I had idiotically let my emotions get to me and cried... In front of her... She probably thinks I'm a sap now, weak enough to let a girl read my face. I walked over to the table and sat in my chair as quietly as possible. Her eyes moved up to gaze into mine, and we just sat there for a few moments, looking at each other. I broke the stare, looking down in embarrassment, then started picking at the eggs on my plate. She did the same until we were both finished.