A/N:I can't even begin to say how happy I was to find out how many people were willing to wait an uncertain amount of time for this story. I finally was able to sit down and write this for you guys and I hope this lives up to the standards I set in the first chapter. I was determined to get this out to you guys and now it's 9 A.M. and I haven't been to bed. So, if the last half is kind of out of place, or badly edited or the like, I apologize and I will fix what I can when I get the time.

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Chapter 2:

Maka sat in her room nearly covered in paint from head to toe. She had been working nearly nonstop on his painting for the last few days. As she sat and admired her work, she realized how crazy she had been to paint this so fast and just for him. What had come over her? This guy had tried to force himself on her, and now she was sitting here just finishing up with the perfect painting of said man.

She had been worried about getting his colors right, but after seeing that smile of his when he showed up that day, she knew exactly how to paint him. The background had been all dark colors and shades, save for a few spots of color here and there, and a vibrant color halo around his entire body. She couldn't help but stare at the vision she had captured of him, the moment she had first seen him, the moment she fell...wait, was she really thinking that? There was no way! She was going to give him this painting, and be done with it. Men aren't worth the trouble.

Finally, she stood up from her chair and made her way across her room and into her bathroom, and boy did she need a shower. She let the water run so it could warm as she stripped down, peeling off the paint covered clothes and exposing the pale skin beneath it. She wasn't very beautiful by her standards. Sure she had really nice legs, but the rest of her wasn't that great, her bust was a barely a C, she didn't have many curves, and her face wasn't much to look at even with makeup on especially now with her huge bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. With a sigh, she stepped into the shower ready to wash herself down.

Once clean, she wandered around her room with her towel wrapped around her body. She grabbed her phone from its place on her dresser where it sat and charged and began to search through her contacts looking for a certain boys number, but once she found it she knew she didn't have the balls to call him. A text would be fine, right?

It read:

"Hey Soul, it's Maka, the painter girl from the club? Well your painting is done, so you can come over whenever."

With a sigh she stood and grabbed her robe from the back of her bathroom door and dropped her towel to bring it around her body. She picked up the comb from her bathroom counter and began to slowly comb through her hair, carefully getting all of the knots free. It took her a good 15 minutes at least to get all of the tangles free, because she had so much paint in her hair that it took some time to not rip out all of her hair. Finally satisfied, she walked out of her room to find some breakfast.

"I thought you were never coming out of that room!" Tsubaki called slightly startling Maka, "What have you been doing?"

Maka shrugged trying to make it seem like no big deal, "I've been working on a painting."

"Oh really? I haven't seen you drive through one like that in a while. Can I see it?" she asked sounding very excited.

"No!" Maka snapped, and instantly covered her mouth. Tsubaki gave her this suspicious look before glancing over at Maka room and taking a step towards it. Maka almost jumped in her way, but knew that's what Tsubaki was hoping she'd do so she resisted the urge. Before Maka was forced to explain herself there was a knock at the door and Maka instantly headed for the kitchen when Tsubaki turned. She poured some coffee into a mug hoping to wake herself up from her continuous work the last few days. She enjoyed the warm feeling of the coffee as it passed her lips so much that she nearly missed Tsubaki calling her from the other room.

As she stepped into the living room she was suddenly reminded that someone had been knocking at the door, because there stood Soul, in her living room, and she was in a robe, well crap. It didn't help that Tsubaki is standing right behind him with a questioning look across her face. "Um, hey Soul. I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"Sorry, I saw your text and decided to come straight over," Soul replied in a cool manner, yet Maka could see the eagerness behind his red eyes.

Once again Maka saw Tsubaki's face, but this time it looked more shocked. Man was she going to have some explaining to do. "Oh, well you can come see it now," she said turning around and heading towards her room, Soul in tow. Maka shut the door behind them, knowing Tsubaki would try and peek in and snoop. When she turned around she saw Soul looking down at her, the anticipation still laced in his features, but there was something else she couldn't quite place, but she felt as though he was looking her over and was somewhat uncomfortable.

Soul had hurried over there once he got her text, not even sure why. Sure he wanted to see her art work, but he never knew he would be running off to see her, err, her art. But he had and he couldn't explain it, nor could he explain why he was standing there, staring at her in the bathrobe she wore. The neckline of the robe danced dangerously on the edge of showing too much as she moved and the tie looked like it would give at any moment. All thoughts of the painting were lost in that moment as he felt his heart rate speed up just by looking at her. He figured he had been caught staring when she pulled the ties around her tighter and walked around to the other side of the bed.

As he followed her, his mind once again returned to the reason why he was there in the first place, the painting. That's when it caught his eye, the fantastic array of dark colors that were perfectly blended together and contrasted against the vibrant colors around his body and even the pale color of his skin. The painting was magnificent. "Maka, this is just amazing. How did you manage to get this done so fast?" He had turned back to face her and now without the attempted escape of her boobs in progress he was able to look at her face. She had huge black bags under both of her eyes that told him that she had not slept much in the last few days. He found himself feeling guilty as he looked at her face, "Damn, Maka, have you even slept? You need to take better care of your body," he said as he reached up and grazed his thumb under her weary eyes and watched as she jumped back at his sudden touch.

Maka could feel the heat rise to her face instantly and she knew she needed an excuse, and fast, "Well, when I'm in the mood to paint I don't like to waste it. I hadn't even realized I had worked through the night the first night. I just remembered seeing the sun rise," she said letting out a small laugh.

A sort of uneasiness filled the room and before it really became awkward, Maka heard a knock from her door and turned to see Tsubaki opening it, "Hey, the girls just called and invited us to go to the club again tonight. You want to go?"

Before Maka could even answer she heard some sort of jazz music playing from behind her, "Hey, Kid, what's up. Clubbing?" he looked down at Maka with a smirk, "Sure, sounds like fun."

"Oh, come on Maka, go. Please?" Tsubaki asked as Soul hung up his phone.

Maka sighed but figured there would be no way to get out of this, "Fine, I need to get out of my room anyway." Just as soon as her answer was complete she felt Tsubaki grab her hand and begin to drag her out of he room. "Make yourself at home then, Soul. We'll be out soon. Oh, and don't touch the paint, it might still be wet," Maka called out as she was being drug into Tsubaki's room to get ready.

~*~oOo~*~

Luckily tonight the club wasn't too packed when they arrived. Maka already knew that if she drank at all, it would only be one, two tops. She did not need to be drunk yet again. The blood-red dress Tsubaki had put her in was not only strapless, but only came to about mid thigh where the fabric tightened and yet was continuously inching up her legs trying to show off much more than it should.

The guys went and found a place to sit, much preferring to have alcohol in their systems first, as the girls immediately went onto the dance floor, dragging Maka with them. Once they were far enough from the boys that they wouldn't be heard, Tsubaki asked, "So what's happening with this Soul guy exactly?" Maka instantly turned red.

"Yea, I never thought you'd ever see him again, but now you're inviting him over to your place? What's with that, Maka?" Liz pipped in.

"Hey, hey! That is not what is happening here. The other day he shows up, forces his way into my place and apologizes. Next thing I know he's complimenting my art and asking me to paint him, I was sort of overwhelmed so I simply said yes. I texted him this morning to tell him it was done, and I had no idea he was going to show up today. There is nothing between us!" she said trying to keep her composure, but she could feel the heat rising in her face out of embarrassment and hoped that no one could tell in the blackness of the club.

"Fine, say that now. We will see how everything goes after tonight," was Liz's reply as she let herself be taken away by the beat of the song.

The guys watched the girl dancing around each other as they dank their beers. "So, Soul what's up with this chick? You guy's like dating or what?" Black Star said looking over at Soul, eyebrow raised.

"Shit, no! I hardly know the girl for one, and two I'm not sure if I like the innocent type."

"Not to mention you kind of ruined your chances already, with that kiss and all," Kid pointed out, virtually slapping Soul in the face.

"Yea! Real smooth there Soul, why'd you kiss her anyway? Not like she's much to look at," Black Star laughed out.

"Don't really remember, was pretty drunk that night," Soul lied, he knew that he had kissed her because she looked pretty damn sexy that night, not like he would admit that to the guys.

They dropped the topic until Kidd finally pointed out that the girls kept looking over at them. "You want to go join them?"

"Hell yea! I'll show them how a god dances!" came Black Star's response with the usual mention of him being a god.

"You coming Soul?"

The whole time the girl's had been dancing he watched Maka sheepishly begin to dance with her friends, and then Patty brought her a drink and nearly forced it down her throat. Within the next few songs Maka was moving smoothly and with more confidence. He could not help but watch as her dress drifted further and further up daring to show off too much, but she would always fix it before then. The dress surely made her legs look amazing and he suddenly had the urge to walk up and run his hands up them. Only thing he could do was try.

Maka watched as the guys walked over and the girl's instantly began to dance with them. Even Kid, ever in his suit, was rocking his body in time with the music as both Liz and Patty ground their bodies on either side of him. Tsubaki was a little shyer in her approach considering Black Star always had to have the spot light and she knew if she got to close she might get hit by some out of control move. Then there was Maka, ever embarrassed with just dancing, but she had never danced with a guy before. So when Soul came up, his body rocking with the music, keeping perfect time, she suddenly was at a loss as to what to do. Should she begin dancing with him? Or should she simply continue to dance in front of Tsubaki. Tsubaki answered for her as she leaned down and whispered, "Go dance with him, he can't take his eyes off of you anyway," and with a slight push Maka was sent backwards, thudding into Soul's powerful chest.

"Well hello there, Maka," his pointed teeth were clearly visible with his large smirk. "Come to dance?" he said and before she knew it she was flipped around and had her body pulled close to his as he moved her body in time with hers. Maka couldn't bring herself to look up at his face, but when she looked down she realized he had unbuttoned his shirt once again and his perfect muscles peaked out at her. Though it was incredibly embarrassing to her, she just couldn't bring herself to push him away, she just didn't hate it like she thought she would. So she though, hell, might as well make the best of it.

She turned her body and pressed her back against his chest, continuing to rock her hips with his. His hands almost instantly placed themselves on her hips, pulling her closer. Maka could feel the muscles in his stomach contracting as he moved and it felt amazing, not to mention his hands began to run themselves along her waist and her virtually bare legs. She could hardly believe that she was letting someone do this to her, but it was all part of growing up. She was twenty-one, and she never did anything like this. It was time for a change, she supposed. It's not like it's really all that bad, right? This is what one should do in college, enjoy life. Her first kiss and her first dance (like this anyway) were now gone, at least to the same guy, who was pretty straightforward, but was a really great guy nonetheless, with one hell of a body. Maka decided then that she would try harder to live a funner life, and get out of her room.

The group continued to dance for a few more song before sitting down to take a break. Kid, Liz, and Patty had had a few beers too many and were having a make out session between the three of them. Then there was Black Star and Tsubaki, the oddest pair Maka had ever seen. First there's Tsubaki who is as quiet as can be, unless you really tick her off, and then you have Black Star, who is by far the loudest, craziest man alive. Maka and Soul now sat together talking about anything and everything, just trying to keep their attention on each other, and off of the near orgy happening to their right.

"So, Soul. You know my hobby, what's yours?" Maka asked him having to lean in close so he could hear her over the music.

"I play the piano," he replied.

"You know, you really don't look like the piano playing type. But based on your ring tone, I'd say you're a jazz man," she said with a smile.

"You're right on that one, I just love the way it flows," you could just see the spark in his eyes while he spoke. Maka had no idea she had been staring until he spoke up, "You know, you do tend to stare a lot."

"I'd say I have a staring problem, but that would be a lie. To tell you the truth I'm just not used to talking with guys, or even people. I became self dependent the day my mom walked out on us, well on my father and she just couldn't take me with her. Most of my life I've hated men, mostly due to my father and his habits. Once I started growing up and started feeling, well, other ways about guys I was too awkward to ever do anything about it." Once finished, Maka turned her head away unable to look at him after laying herself out bare like that.

"So that was you're first kiss, wasn't it?" Soul asked, guilt laced into his words.

Maka nodded, "I think most of the reason why I had been so upset is that you had seemed so much different from my father. You went out of your way to help me all the way home, and I was starting to think you were a nice guy and next thing I know is there is some guy I don't even know at my door, kissing me, while drunk. Who wouldn't assume that you weren't trying to take advantage of them? Or is that just me?"

"I am really sorry for what I did, I'd like to say that is was the alcohol running away from me, but I wasn't really that drunk."

She finally looked back up to him, "So why did you kiss me?"

It was his turn to look away now, "You looked just took cute to resist...I guess."

"Hey, Maka," came Tsubaki's voice, "I need to get Black Star home before he makes a scene."

"I'll make sure Maka makes it home," Soul said, "You read to go?"

"Um, yea," she said standing up and saying good bye to her friend knowing she wouldn't be home tonight. Her and Soul walked out of the club and toward where he had parked his bike. As they rode to her apartment she fought to keep her dress from coming up as she held on tightly, once again taking the opportunity to feel up his amazing muscles, but this time she knew she was caught as she felt a hand placed over hers as they were waiting at one of the lights. The moment his hand touched hers and curled his fingers around hers, she could feel what she could only describe as a spark of electricity, but it ended as soon as it started as the light turned green and his hand left hers.

The walk up her stairs was an awkward one, neither of them really knowing what to say. Once they reached her door Maka finally spoke up, "I'll make sure you're painting gets to you soon, whenever you have the time I'll drive it over since it won't do too well on the back of your bike. Not really sure why I never thought of that," she said feeling rather embarrassed.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It was a good day either way. Now you go in there and catch up on your lost hours of sleep. Good night, Maka," he said before turning around. Maka's heart was torn the moment he turned and she never would have guess at her next choice of action.

"Soul?" she called his name softly before covering the distance between them. The moment he turned around she stood on her toes and planted an awkward, quick kiss on his lips. "Good night," she said almost too quiet for someone to hear, had Soul not had perfectly tuned ears for sound he wouldn't have either, and she quickly fled to her door and closed it quickly behind her leaving a very confused, yet happy, Soul on the other side of her door. Both stood there for a moment, smiles gracing their lips.

To Be Continued.

A/N: Well there it is. I'll try and write whenever I get the chance to get this story out to y'all.

Thank you to all of my followers and all of my viewers that put this story up to 500 hits, Why Would You Die For Me to 1,500 hits , and Secret Prom Date to a whopping 5,000 hits! I am a very proud writer now! :)