A/N Alice IS bipolar. ._. That was completely unintentional... TT_TT
The next morning...
Alice had to stay up all night. She marched into the warehouse and woke Brandon. "I don't sense anymore Zombie souls!"
"Wait, zombies have souls?" he asked, waking up.
"They're Kishin, moron."
"Oh. I didn't know that." he said, walking towards the door. He opened it up, and all of the zombies were dead, lying on the ground. "Thats great! Now, what the hell happened to their souls?" Brandon asked from the doorway, noticing the lack of floating red orbs.
"I'm not sure if I should answer that..."
"Look at the biright side~! Now I only need six kishin souls and one witch soul 'till I'm a Death Scythe! ...That's gonna be hard to explain back home..."
"Reminds me of Hungry Hungry Hippos..." he said aloud, unloading his shotgun. "Well, now we have some free guns."
"Now we look for survivors..."
"I know what will get any survivor's attention." he said, walking back inside. He opened the garage door, and started up the GT500. He pulled out of the garage, and began reving the engine repeatedly.
"Um, what are you doing?" He lowered the window.
"Drawing attention." he yelled, the sound of the engine becoming louder and louder.
They heard a shout. "There are survivors over here!" It was Maka. Brandon kept revving the engine, hoping more would show up. Maka walked up to the window of the car. "Where did you get this?" she asked, confused as to why he was driving it.
"It's a long story. The only thing that is important now is that we are signaling survivors with it." he said, flooring the accelorator repeatedly.
"Wait up, Maka!" Soul and BlackStar followed.
"YOU TWO AGAIN?" BlackStar bellowed.
"Don't be pushing it, BlackStar. This time, we could ditch your ass." Brandon said, revving the engine.
"Did the rest of Spartoi make it?"
"Yeah, they're at the academy." Maka replied.
"Thank god..." Alice sighed from relief.
"Alright then, let's pay them a little visit then." Brandon said, putting the car into first. "Get in."
"I call shotgun!" Alice jumped in the passengers seat. The others climbed into the back, Maka being in the middle. Tires squealed as Brandon floored the accelorator, shifting quickly into first, then second as they sped down the road to the academy.
"Where did you learn to drive?" Maka asked, squished between BlackStar and Soul.
"Racing simulators, my dear." he called back, taking a quick turn.
"That would explain why you can't drive for your life..." BlackStar mumbled.
"I'm sorry, would you like to say that to my little friend here?" Brandon asked, putting one hand on his pistol. BlackStar instantly became quiet.
"Don't mind Brandon. He's crazy." Alice told them lazily.
"It's true." he said, drifting into a 90 degree turn. They quickly arrived at the academy, where Alice, Soul, Maka, and BlackStar got out of the car.
"I have to go get Samantha and Abbey." he told Alice before peeling out of the road in front of the Academy.
"So, do we wait...?" Soul asked.
"If ya' want to." Alice replied.
And they waited. And waited. And then Brandon came back with Samantha and Abbey.
"Final stop, DWMA." Brandon said, turning off the car, letting Samantha and Abbey out.
The two hugged Brandon, then Alice. Needless to say, Alice was very uncomfortable. "...I still think you and Brandon should go on a date or something." Samantha pestered after letting go.
"I'm still thinking no." Alice replied, unamused.
"Me too." Brandon said, putting the car in park. "Is Shinigami-sama ok?"
"Yeah. The Zombies didn't get this far." Soul said. "Zombies aren't cool."
"I'll tell you what is cool though." Brandon said, pulling out his .44 magnum from its holster, removing the rounds from it and putting them in his pockets. "Pretty cool, eh?"
"Yep. Guns are cool." Soul said. Maka just looked at it.
"What?" Brandon asked, noticing Maka's stare. "Please don't tell me you stare blankly at things too for no reason. I already have Alice for that." Alice chuckled pervertedly.
"Nothing..." Maka said. "It's just, I could've sworn I've seen you somewhere before..."
"Probably not." he lied, putting the pistol away. His stomach then rumbled. "You guys wouldn't happen to have food by any chance, would you?"
Alice stared at him blankly. "Really, Brandon? Really?"
"What? Aren't you hungry?" he asked, his stomach rumbling again.
"No." She said. "I ate all those Kishin Souls, remember?"
"Well, I can't eat souls, so I'm hungry." he said, his stomach rumbling for a third time.
"Don't be such a crybaby." Alice retorted.
"It's not my fault that I get hungry!" he yelled back, hunger making him aggravated.
"Oh well. Idiots'll be idiots." Alice paused. "At least your not as dumb as BlackStar."
"Screw this, I'm getting my own food." he said, getting back into his car.
Alice chuckled as he drove off. 'What is wrong with me?' she thought, still laughing at his outburst.
He drove in silence to the convenience store, where he grabbed a protein bar and a Mountain Dew. As he drove back, he pondered what happened recently. 'Holy crap.' he thought. 'I survived a zombie apocalypse. No, WE survived a zombie apocalypse.' he thought, taking a sip of his drink.
Alice waited for him to drive back. As he pulled up, she said," Well, you've managed to waste five minutes of our lives."
"Well, food is a necessity." he said, finishing his protein bar.
"All that complainin' and all you got was that?" Alice asked in disbelief.
"Hey, it has the same amount of carbs as a full meal." he said, putting the car in park.
"Eh? Never mind, I don't wanna' know." Alice replied blankly, while the other students looked at her funny.
"What?" he asked, noticing the students' stares.
"She's kinda' weird, ain't she?" Soul replied. Alice sent him a hot glare.
"Dont say that. She hates it when people say that." Brandon advised.
"Whatever." Soul replied.
"And whatever you do, DO NOT make her angry." he warned.
"Why?" Maka replied.
"It's a long story, but she becomes very dangerous." he said, telling a half-truth.
"I'm not going to ask." Soul said.
"You don't want to know." Alice replied.
"Indeed. On, Ailce. We never bought a bed." Brandon remembered.
"Oh, yeah. I was too ticked off to remind you." She replied.
"You two are strange..." Soul said. Alice stared at him blankly. "What?"
"She does that a lot. I have no idea why, but she just stares at me blankly at random times." Brandon said, shrugging. Alice chuckled.
"She's really weird..." BlackStar said out loud. At that, Alice punched him in the face which blew him into a nearby stop-sign.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Brandon said, chuckling. Soul gave her an alarmed look, while she just growled angrily at BlackStar. "I told you. She became dangerous." Brandon said, walking over to BlackStar. "C'mon, get up." he said, grabbing BlackStar's hand and lifting up. Alice stopped growling and smirked.
"...Is she bipolar or something?" BlackStar asked.
"Something like that." Brandon replied.
"Hey!" Alice exclaimed indignantly.
"What? You enbody all of the symptoms of Bipolarism." he said.
"Wait, really?" She asked, now full of curiosity.
"Yea. The symptoms include mood swings, extreme happiness and energy, then extreme depression and irritability." he explained, drawing back on his extensive medical knowledge.
"...Maybe I am bipolar..."
"Quite possibly." Brandon said, realizing that she could be bipolar. "To be sure though, I have a test."
"I'm going to ask you a question, and you can answer with six answers, which are Not at all, Just a little, Somewhat, Moderate, Quite a lot, or Very much. Are you ready?" he asked, thinking back on his testing skills.
"OK, I'm ready!" Alice said.
"First question: At times I am much more talkative or speak much faster than usual." he asked, pulling up the diagnostic tests app on his phone and reading off the first question.
"Just a little."
"Second question: There have been times when I was much more active or did many more things than usual." he read off.
"Moderate."
"Third question: I get into mood where I feel very speeded up or irritible." He asked, reading the third question.
"Quite a lot."
"Fourth question: There have been times where I have felt both high (elated) and low (depressed) at the same time."
"Very much."
Brandon quickly gazed over the next question and began to blush. He looked up and saw that the other students have gone inside. "This one is a little embarrassing." he said, his cheeks growing a bit redder.
"Say it anyway!" Alice said. "Can't be that bad."
"Fifth question: At times I have been much more interested in sex than usual." he said, stumbling a little on his wording.
"Not at all."
"I was hoping for that answer." he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Sixth question: My self-confidence ranges from great self-doubt to equally great overconfidence."
"Very much."
"Seventh question: For no apparent reason, I sometimes have been VERY angry or hostile."
"Very much." She replied.
"Eight question: I have periods of mental dullness and other periods of very creative thinking."
"Moderate."
"Nineth question: At times I am greatly interested in being with people and at other times I just want to be left alone with my thoughts."
"Quite a lot."
"Tenth question: I have periods of great optimism and equally great periods of pessimism."
"Quite a lot..."
"Final question: I have had periods of tearfulness and crying and other times when I laugh and joke excessivly."
Alice sighed. "We both know the answer to that one, Brandon."
"The test won't be valid unless you give me a proper answer." he said.
"...Very much..." She looked away.
"Ok then, let me just put in the data." Brandon said, and began tapping on his phone. "You have Bipolar spectrum disorder." he said in a grave tone, looking up at her.
"Bipolar... Spectrum..?" She asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means your mood alternates between the spectrum of happy and sadness." he explained, putting his phone away.
"Oh..." Alice said.
"We should probably be heading back home." he said, getting into the car.
"Yeah..." Alice got into the car as well. Brandon turned on the car, and was just about to stomp the gas pedal, but he stopped himself.
"Do you want to learn how to drive?" he asked, hoping to cheer her up. Alice wasn't listening, too caught up in the fact that she was bipolar. "Hey Alice." Brandon said, grabbing her shoulder and shaking it.
"Huh?" She asked lazily.
"I asked if you wanted to learn how to drive." he said, bringing his arm down to his side.
"Oh... Maybe later. When we have some car insurance." She giggled.
"Technically, we don't have a car either." he joked, pressing the accelorator. "When we get home, you can play Portal as long as you want, ok?"
Alice looked confused. "Huh?"
"When we get home, you can have the Xbox to yourself all day." Brandon said, taking a sharp turn.
"...Why?" She said, slightly creeped out.
"To help cheer you up." he said, shifting up a gear.
"Oh..." She was going to say she wasn't sad, but she was afraid she wouldn't get the Xbox to herself if she did.
They drove home, where Brandon parked the car. He then went over and turned on the generator. "Here you go." he said, handing her the controller. "I'll be back." he said, getting back in the car.
She took the remote. "Where're you going?"
"To get paint." he said, unlocking the car door and getting in.
"OK." Alice said, and began to play her game.
Brandon drove to the local automobile paint shop, put on tithe protective gear, and gave the car a paint job that would compliment its power. He came back within 3 hours. "Here it is." he said, pulling into the garage. The paint job he gave it was a body layer of dark-red, and a black flame print coming out from the grill along the hood and front side panels.
"Woah!" Alice said, admiring the paint job. "It looks so cool!"
"Thank you." he said. "I also added something else." he said, raising the hood. Within, was a duel turbocharger set up on top of the engine. "Gives this ride an extra 100 horsepower."
"That's awesome!"
"I know. How's your game coming along?" he asked, slamming the hood back down.
"I finished it and started playing Assassin's Creed." She yawned. "You wanna' play now?"
"Are you sure?" he asked, thinking she was stil upset.
"Positive." She said.
"Alright then." he said, and put in Left 4 Dead 2 and began playing.
Alice stared at him. "Left4Dead? After what just happened, you decide to play that? Really?"
"I haven't quenched my thirst for zombie blood yet." he joked, grinning.
"No comment." Alice said. He played for an hour before handing the controller back to Alice. "Here." he said.
"You sure you don't want to keep playing?" Alice asked, honestly confused.
"Yea." he said, walking over to his car.
Alice cut off the game and walked over to the car. "What'cha doing~?" she asked.
"Wiping the dust off." he said, wiping a towel across the hood.
"OK." She yawned again. "I'm gonna' go take a nap..." She walked over to the futon and fell asleep on it.
"You know, I should probably go get a bed..." Brandon said to himself. He agreed with himself, and got into the car. He drove to the local bed store and picked up a queen sized bed. He then attached it to the roof of the car, and bungled a fork lift to the back of the car. He parked the car, got into the fork lift, and put the bed down. "Hey Alice." he said, shaking her awake.
Alice opened one eye to signal to Brandon that she was awake. "I got us a bed." Brandon said, pointing towards the new mattress. Alice stood up, walked over to the bed and sat on it. "Do you like it?" he asked, driving the fork lift to one corner of the warehouse.
"Yep!" She replied.
"Good, because it's all yours." he said, walking back over to where the bed was.
"Cool!" Alice said, laying down on it. "It's so comfortable..."
"I got a tempurpedic, that's probably why." he said, sitting down on the futon.
Alice yawned again. "I'm goin' back to sleep." She said, and fell asleep. Brandon went over to the piano, played a few songs, then became tired himself. He then went over to the futon and fell asleep.