A/N: Heyo! And we're back :D This is Jessie, and this is my little chapter. This is where we go from innocent fun to illegal stuff. Woo hoo!
YAYAYAY MAKA'S BECOMING A REBEL AGAINST HER WILL WHOOP. *this be Tay* Let the REAL fun begin! 8] God, I just love this chapter. Jessie was outstanding while writing this, just the humor akdnakdnffkm. One of my fave chapters so far. Enjoy! :3
HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM BOTH OF US
Embarrassment doesn't even begin to cover what I was feeling in that moment. I was horrified and humiliated. I wanted to disappear or, even better, go die in a hole. I was absolutely mortified. Seriously, if someone would have shot me down right then, I would have been grateful.
Unfortunately, a sniper didn't come to my rescue and kill me. I tried squeezing my eyes shut, but when I opened them again, my situation hadn't changed. I was still humiliated into the next century, and Soul was still covered in puke. My puke.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I cried. "I didn't mean to, and I am just so, so sorry! I can pay for a new set of clothes, and I'll buy you a new motorcycle or something? I just can't begin to tell you how sorry I am!" I continued to ramble, alternating between apologies and promises to make up for it, and my voice was growing dangerously close to sobs.
But before I could completely break down, Soul held up his hand to quiet me. "Hey, don't worry about it. Cool guys don't get worked up over stuff like this and neither should you," he said gently. "Why don't you go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, and I'll do the same?"
How did Soul always know exactly what to say? His voice seemed to soak into my soul and calm my frantic heart. Everything wasn't suddenly okay, but he made the situation bearable at least. I gave him a grateful, if slightly weak, smile. "Okay."
I went to the bathroom, but honestly, most of the puke was on Soul. There was just a small splash on the front of my blouse, and I wiped that away so only a stain remained. Still, I needed the time to compose myself, and after a lot of self-motivation in the mirror, I felt ready to face the world again. Sort of.
Of course, Soul has to be the best person in the world, so when I walked out, he tossed me a new T-shirt from the gift shop and smiled. He was already wearing an identical one, and I couldn't help but be jealous that even though he had just been puked on, he still looked totally hot – whoa, I really do have to stop this crap!
"Feeling better?" he asked.
I nodded, giving a weak smile. "Yeah, thanks."
"While you're changing, I'll be out at the motorcycle, okay?"
I nodded and made off to the women's bathroom again. Really, Soul had good taste in T-shirts, but I hated how he pulled it off better than I did. Nonetheless, the change of clothes made me feel better, and it was sweet of Soul to think of it. He's been awfully thoughtful lately…how strange. When I finished, I went to the parking lot where Soul was waiting with the motorcycle.
I swung my leg over and landed safely behind him. "Should I even bother to ask where we're going now?" I greeted.
Soul laughed. "Actually, I was going to ask you where we're going. Do you need to go home? How are you feeling?"
My cheeks heated up as the image of me puking all over my partner once again flashed through my brain. I had a feeling that I was going to be haunted by that memory for a very long time…probably the rest of my life. But in all honesty, I was feeling fine now. And as much as it went against my personality, I didn't want the day to end. I was having – dare I say it – a good time with Soul. How could I give it up?
"I'm feeling much better," I assured him. "We don't have to go home just yet."
Since I was sitting behind him, I couldn't see his face, but I had a distinct feeling that Soul was smiling. "Good. …but if you do have the urge, just try to lean over or something and not get it on me," he teased, and I punched him in the arm.
"Shut up," I grumbled.
Soul laughed as he started up the motorcycle and pulled out of the amusement park.
"So where are we going?" I shouted over the roar of the wind. We weren't at full speed yet, but it was still difficult to have a conversation.
Soul only chuckled in response. "Give it up, Maka! Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride!"
I sighed, not really shocked. But I decided to follow his advice and rest my eyes for a bit. A lot had happened at the amusement park, and I was physically and mentally exhausted by it all. I rested my head against the warmth of Soul's back, my arms wrapping tighter around his waist. Fanciful thoughts weaved through my mind, but I pushed them away, unwilling to taint this moment with my partner with something as ridiculous (and dangerous) as romantic emotions.
Not that it matters. When we pull to a stop and I look up to realize where we are, all romantic feelings die.
"Soul. Where are we?" I asked calmly.
Soul dismounted the bike with a cheeky smile. "I thought I'd take you to a movie. After all the excitement in the amusement park, it'd be good for you to sit down and relax for a bit. Is that a problem?"
"If we're going to a movie, then why are we in a dark alley?!" I hissed, my voice coming out like a harsh, angry whisper.
Soul only shrugged, not looking concerned at all. "We're at the back of the movie theater. Cool guys don't pay to watch movies you know."
Okay, admittedly, I had done some pretty crazy stuff that day. Just to recap, I danced on a tabletop, made a purchase at a sex store, rode an insane rollercoaster, and then floated down some cheesy romance ride. I had beaten a bunch of muscle guys at a game of strength, and I had puked on my partner. I mean, under normal circumstances, I would never have done any of those things! But going over the edge or not, I was not about to sneak into a movie theater to avoid paying ten bucks! That was crossing a line!
"Soul, that's illegal. Would it be so terrible to just pay for a cheap movie?" I demanded logically.
Soul shook his head slowly, muttering, "Maka, Maka, Maka. That is not the point. Sure, I could hand over a few dollar bills, but where's the fun in that? Don't you want a little excitement in your life?"
"Thanks, but fighting kishin is plenty of excitement for me, so I believe I'll just go around to the front of the theater and-"
"You know what?" Soul interrupted. "I don't really care what you want. You could use a healthy dose of rebellion." With those words, Soul grabbed my arm, jerked me off the motorcycle, and practically drug me to the back door of the theater. I protested the entire time, struggling and arguing angrily, but Soul is stronger than he looks. He held me with one hand and picked the door lock with the other. When he pulled us inside, I had no choice but to remain quiet or risk getting caught. There was no way I was letting him mar my permanent record with breaking and entering!
It was surprisingly easy to be honest. Once Soul picked the lock, we waited until it was clear and then sneaked into the long hallway of doors, each leading to a different movie. We blended in with the other movie goers, nothing strange between us except that they actually paid to get in.
"Let's go in this one!" I didn't even have a chance to look at the movie title before Soul shoved me inside. We chose seats in the back where we were mostly hidden in the shadows.
I was panicking the entire time we were walking around, images of getting caught going through my mind, but I relaxed when we sat down. Sure, we had just committed an illegal act, but at least we weren't going to go to jail for it – or worse - expelled from DWMA. "So what movie are we going to watch?" I asked conversationally.
"A horror," Soul replied. "If you get scared, you can always sit in my lap." Soul smirked, as overly cocky and arrogant as ever.
I snorted. "Please. Our life is a horror movie."
Soul shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right there. Want some popcorn?"
"Will you pay for it?"
"Yeah, I have to. I haven't figured out how to steal snacks yet, but I'll get there…soon…."
"Then yes, I'd like some popcorn."
"I'll be right back."
By the time Soul returned with a jumbo tub of popcorn and a large coke, the movie had started. And about that movie…
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Okay, I have dealt with some pretty scary stuff. I battle kishin of the most hideous sort, and I've come close to death several times. I even have the creepiest dad ever who belongs in a horror movie himself! But never in my life have I been so scared as when I watched that freaking movie.
Soul plopped down in his seat, a few pieces of popcorn spilling over. "So what'd I miss?" he whispered.
I tried to answer him with something cool, calm, and collected, but the best I could manage was a half-strangled squeak. Not even the delicious buttery saltiness of the popcorn could wake me from my paralysis.
"Oh, come on, Maka. It can't be that bad. Here, have some popcorn. I even bought a coke since I know how much you love the two together," Soul offered. He held out a piece of popcorn, but I couldn't even manage to open my mouth in response. I was frozen stiff.
I would tell you what the movie was about or what was going on, but I can't bear to remember it enough to describe it. I can only recall how awful I felt.
"Maka, are you really that scared?" I guess my lack of interest in the popcorn and coke alerted Soul that I wasn't okay. Concern colored his voice as his dark red eyes looked me over analytically. I felt a muscled arm wrap around my shoulders. "Hey, it's just a movie. We deal with stuff worse than this all the time."
His touch made me relax, and I nodded weakly. Once I focused on Soul, it was a little easier to deal with the movie…for a while anyway… And then the worst possible thing happened.
There was a sex scene.
My eyes widened in horror as the two main characters stripped their clothes, passionately making out as they did so. I blushed furiously and looked down to my hands fidgeting in my lap. I cannot watch two people having sex on the big screen. I just can't. And why was there a random sex scene in a horror movie anyway? It had nothing to do with the plot!
Soul chuckled low in his throat. "You are such a prude, Maka."
"Shut up!" I hissed, shooting him a glare. "You pervert!"
Soul rolled his eyes, and I would have scolded him further, but I was just coming to a horrible conclusion. I could hide my eyes all I wanted, but there was nothing I could do about my ears… And the two actors were being rather vocal. Groans and gasps shattered any peace of mind I had left, and I shivered in my seat.
To be honest, I was almost relieved when that guy shone a flashlight in our faces.
"Hey, what gives?" Soul snapped, irritated.
The guy with the flashlight, a theater worker, glared at him viciously. "You're the guy that stole the popcorn!" he accused.
My eyes widened, and I dropped the piece of popcorn I had in my hand. I didn't even have to look at Soul's guilty face. I knew.
"I haven't figured out how to steal snacks yet, but I'll get there…soon…"
"…soon…"
"Soul, you idiot!" I shrieked angrily just as Soul was yelling, "RUN!"
Soul grabbed my hand and dragged me to the exit opposite of the theater worker. I had no choice but to match his pace and keep up with him. There was no way I was letting him leave me to take the blame! Of course, no one had a chance of catching us. Soul and I flew down the hall, found the door we had snuck in, and bailed out.
Unfortunately, we must have gotten confused about our secret back door because we didn't see the motorcycle when we escaped.
No, we were in the middle of a parade.