Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I only own my OC's, Jamie Elliot, Mark Jennifer (I've always owned him, I just forgot to claim him.) and Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive.
Thanks for all of the reviews, alerts, and well, reading in general once again! I have decided that I will be releasing the rest of the thirty chapters within the week so most likely, you will get more than one a day. Why? I pre-wrote them on my trip, and I want to get this ball rolling again so I can do the finale and stuff :D
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23. That Awkward Moment You Wake Up On Soul Eater Evan's Lap And Maka Teases You About The Double Entendres In The Situation. Not To Mention, Your Face Is On A Milk Carton Because Your Meister Panicked
Raissa yawned, and tried to pound her pillow into a softer one. When did it get so stiff? Almost like bones. . . Pants. . . Legs? Raissa's head shot up, connecting with Soul's jaw. Both groaned in pain and glared at each other, a slight pink tinge trying to dominate their faces.
"Why the hell did you beat up my legs and then head butt me!" Soul complained, "Not cool!" Raissa just scratched the back of her head and laughed, "Well when I found out I wasn't at my house I kind of got scared." she continued laughing for a bit, nervous and rather disoriented.
"Well how come you aren't home?" Soul asked a bit irritably, still sore about his jaw.
She really thought she had gone home.
Oh that's right! Raissa remembered, "We'd argued about it being morning or night, and I passed out soon after." Soul nodded slowly, "Oh yeah. . . Well at least I think it could have happened. . ."
"It might have been a dream. . ."
"Can two people have the same dream?"
Maka laughed, scaring the crap out of them as she was going into the room with pancakes. "Well obviously it wasn't a dream or Raissa wouldn't be here." she deadpanned. Raissa and Soul nodded slowly, as if this was a new concept to them. Maka gave them their pancakes and sat across from them.
Eventually, a smile flashed across her face.
"Why you so extra smiley Maka?" Raissa asked, digging into the fluffy brown edible pillow known as pancake. "Oh nothing." the green eyed girl responded with a giggle and a smile.
Raissa rose an eyebrow, "What's so funny?"
Maka's smile was innocent, "So . . . we'll all be going to school together today?"
"Yeah." Soul asked, moving his hands in a rolling motion to try to get her to continue.
"And Raissa's hair is all messed up."
"I can always just go home and fix it real quick. . ." Raissa added.
"People will see us on the way there."
"I could go alone."
"You'd be leaving our house."
Slowly, the whole thing sank in. Raissa's face was red as a tomato, and Maka smiled wider. "M-M-M-MAKA ALBARN!" Raissa scolded, "I would never expect such thoughts from you!" Maka just continued to giggle. Soul grumbled, "Not cool." and his voice squeaked.
Raissa looked out of one eye at him and saw his face was equally red. Wow, its National Out of Character Day today isn't it?
Raissa reached for the carton of milk that Maka had set on the table for all of them and noticed something strange. "Uh, Maka?"
"Yeah?"
"When did you get this carton of milk?"
Maka thought about it for only a second. "I got it today, why? Does it taste funny?" Raissa shook her head, "No. Not tastes, looks." she turns the carton to Maka's line of vision and the green eyed girl busted into such hysterical laughter so hard that she fell out of the chair she was sitting in.
Missing Person!
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Name: Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive
Last Seen: Headed to Soul and Maka's house
When you see her, call:
Hiro: 701-2463
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