SoulxMaka chapter 2

SoulxMaka chapter
2

Soul looked at his two friends with serious eyes. Kid sighed and set
down his coffee again after a sip of it. “Listen. Girls like it
when guys by them stuff. Why not get her something nice? Or maybe
even ask her to dinner?” the young shinigami suggested. Soul
shrugged, his red eyes looking depressed. Black*star scoffed, “Stop
with your moping, Soul.”

The albino growled, “Shut up.”

Black*star replied with an excited, “I know what to do...”
The blue haired boy then jumped off the couch and ran out the door.
Kid and Soul just looked at each other and shrugged. About ten
minutes later, there comes Black*star, crashing through the door with
a large bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Soul sighed,”And what exactly do you plan on doing with that? I
rather not get wasted tonight, Black*star.”

Black*star growled, “Well, you both were being saps. I thought
I would bring a little something to lighten the mood a bit. Don't you
ever unwind?”

“At times,” Soul started,” but ya know, with music
and stuff like that. Not poisoning myself.” Black*star laughed,
“You're doing it wrong then.” He gripped the bottle and
slugged down a bit of it. Kid just shook his head and held his face
with a hand. Soul then reluctantly took the bottle and drank a little
from it, wiping his mouth with his sleeve after.

“Warms ya up, right?” Black*star said. Soul nodded, but
sighed, “I'm not gonna drink anymore though.” He pushed
the alcohol away.

But of course... things didn't exactly his way.

The next morning, Soul sat up. He was on the couch and Maka was
sitting beside him. He rubbed his head and asked, “How long was
I out?”

Maka looked at the
clock and sighed, “It's 4:00. I got here around 9:00. So a few
hours, well at least since I've been here.”

Soul laughed
nervously, hoping Maka wouldn't be angry, and surprisingly she
wasn't. He thought that surely he would get a Maka-chop or something,
but she didn't seem angry at all. There she sat, just watching the
television.

There was a bit of
an awkward silence for a while, and Soul's stomach fell sick. He was
nervous. He was incredibly nervous. But you know what, everybody has
to do something that you want to do, but makes you nervous.

And this was his
chance.

“So... you
wanna, um, go to dinner maybe? Like, Tuesday?” he asked.

Maka looked at him,
then smiled, “Sure. I would love to, Soul.”

Soul smirked,
“Cool.”