A/N: Two reviews last chapter! Good to know people are reading. Here's a light chapter- basically the party where Soul comes back. Katie's POV... which was awkward to write. In real life, we're polar opposites! So... with some MCR, and some Sleeping with Sirens, I got into her mindset.
Mhairi came out of her room in jeans and a t-shirt, looking in the mirror. I'd got ready about 2 hours ago, into a black leather skirt that lay just above my knees and knee high socks, along with some spike studded shoes, a skull top and leather jacket. Mhairi, however, had been trying on millions of different combinations. I sighed as she shook her head again and turned back to her room. "Nope." she said to the mirror. I sighed.
"Mhairi, you look fine. Can't we just leave?" I begged. She turned to look at me.
"No. How am I going to attract Kid if I just look 'fine'?" she asked. I groaned, marching into her bedroom and raking through her wardrobe. I tried to resist taking out gothic items, instead picking something suitably in the middle of girly and gothic and handing it to her, putting on the straighteners.
"Are you attempting to insult me?" she asked, looking at the hair straighteners. I sighed. That girl has a hair complex.
"No, I am not. For god's sakes, just get dressed and I'll make you symmetrical." I told her. Her mouth gaped open, then shut again. I smirked and left her there, gaping like a fish.
After a while, she came through, dressed, and I ushered her back inside. I grabbed the straighteners and began to attack the bush that was her hair, until she looked semi-respectable. I then did some make-up, and when I looked at her she looked the same but- different too. Not bad different though. Just... different. She smiled, putting her arms around me.
"Thank you." she said, and I hugged back before pulling back.
"Now, hurry the fuck up and get your shoes on!" I said. She just gave a small grin, and shook her head.
We sat in Maka's house, before I suddenly felt it drop on me. I just sighed. "Mhairi. Did you just drop your juice on me?" I asked, trying not to sound too peeved. She smiled sheepishly.
"Maybe?" she replied. I gave an exasperated sigh. Maka gave a sympathetic smile.
"I can lend you a skirt if you want?" she said. I tried not to snort- me, wear something that barely covered me? As if.
"No, it's okay, I've got it sorted." I said with a smirk, heading to Soul's room.
"Those are my jeans!" said Soul, eyes wide.
"No shit, Sherlock." came the sarcastic voice of my friend from the side.
"Who?" asked Maka. Mhairi frowned.
"No idea. Just ignore me." she said. She looked over at me. I nodded. She'd almost completely forgotten home. Sometimes completely forgot that we were from somewhere else. She even confided in me once that she was starting to get dreams about growing up here. I wasn't there yet, but I was forgetting things. What was my sister's name? Emily? Elise? No, Emma. It was Emma. I hold onto the memories.
Because sometimes they're all you'll have left. When all is dead and gone, your friends are hurt and you've got to help them, memories keep you fighting. After a bit more argument with Soul, Kid, Liz and Patty arrived. An hour late. I checked the clock, it was eight o'clock. Figures. Mhairi almost flew from the seat, and smiled when they entered, throwing her arms around Kid.
"You're overdressed too!" she almost yelled. I smirked. She was an oddbod, that one. She threw her arms around Kid and I thought she was just going to make out with him right there and then. Maka smiled and told them to sit down and went to go get drinks, when a crash alerted us to the door falling down. There was no question who this was.
"Hello Black Star." I said. He jumped in front of me.
"Nothing to fear, the mighty Black Star is here!" he yelled. I laughed a little at the rhyme and nodded.
"Yep." I replied. After half an hour, Mhairi turned to the rest of the group.
"Time for a little game, I think." she said. I frowned, what was she up to?
"Seven minutes in heaven." she said. My eyes widened, Maka spluttered on her drink, Soul flushed red and his nose began to bleed, and Kid tried to discreetly check his own nose. Black Star simply jumped up.
"Yeah! What one of you lucky ladies will the mighty Black Star choose?!" he yelled. I wanted to crawl into a corner, but couldn't. His funny ways were somewhat... charming. He held a hand out to me.
"Come on then Katie." he said, voice softer than usual. Blushing, I accepted his outstretched hand and we left for the cupboard. Inside, I felt a rough, calloused hand on my cheek.
"Don't be scared." he said, surprisingly softly.
"I'm not." I replied. "I'm excited."
And then his lips captured mine.
It was breathtaking, the kiss. Soft and tender, but at the same time overpowering- it was Black Star after all. One large hand on my back, the other on my cheek, my own arms wrapped around his neck without my permission. We stayed like that, before breaking apart as a knock sounded on the door. Seven minutes already?
"Wow." I said, before opening the cupboard door to see my goofy, grinning friend there. She grabbed us both by the hand and led us out.
"My tur-" she began, before both she and Maka jumped.
"What is that?" she asked. Maka frowned.
"Come on." she said, breaking into a run. Mhairi followed. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with them.
"Meisters. They're so weird." I said, sitting down. Soul, Liz, Patty and even Tsubaki gave small nods.
"Hey!" said Kid and Black Star. I just stuck my tongue out at them.
I realized then- this was my family. My mucked up, completely bizarre, wonderful family.
My idiotic friend was like a mother, she always had been maternal. Soul was like the older brother, always trying to be cool. Black Star was the younger brother, and Patty was the younger sister. Maka was the older sister, as was Tsubaki. Liz was the oldest sibling, and the girliest. And Kid... well, let's just put him with Mhairi for her crush. He was the father.
It was mucked up. It was completely bizarre and my life was bloody twisted.
It was perfect.