And so she sat. Adjacent to Soul. Just staring at him.
"Well?" he asked, or rather continued, or ended...Maka wasn't sure anymore.
She could feel some tears starting to come up, but she fought them back down.
"Wait. No more waiting. The time for waiting was 2 months ago when this first came up. Now Is answers," He said, his red eyes digging straight into her green eyes. She never noticed, but they were complementary colors.
"Then I guess were done here?" She said, standing up hopefully, only to be shot back down by Soul's unmoving gaze. She sat quickly back down.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I can't change. I've tried, but it just...I can't," Maka said, looking away.
"Well, your stuff is already there, so you might as well stay there tonight," He said, standing up and walking towards the fridge.
"It's not like that, and you know it!"
"Ya, well, I'm looking at it with a new, fresh mind." Maka felt the daggers on that one.
"No, Soul, I'm not going to stay anywhere other than here. I'll see you in the morning and we can work it out more..."
"Maka, You know it won't work that way. That's what we've been doing for two months. I'll apply for a new meister tomorrow, and you might as well start looking too," He said finally.
"Okay. Fine. See you." She whispered, more to herself, as she grabbed her coat. She looked back at their apartment and started to smile, but it quickly turned into a frown, followed by tears.
-2 and a half months earlier-
"Geeet up, get up, get up, get up!!!" Maka called, banging a wooden spoon against a metal pot. She pushed the door to Soul's room down with her foot.
"Soooul Evaaans!! Your appearance is requested in the kitchen. It has been for 30 minutes when you were SUPPOSED to make breakfast!" She frowned, banging the pot again.
" He said, shoving the covers off and putting his feet on the ground. Maka watched him rub his eyes.
"Why can't Blair make breakfast?" He said standing up and following Maka out the door, shutting it behind him.
"Soul, I've been telling you this since she moved last month. SHE MOVED OUT," Maka said, stopping to turn around on 'She moved out!' so suddenly that Soul's surprised face was so close to hers they were both deep shades of red. Maka turned around quickly.
She set the pot and wooden spoon on the counter and sat gently on the couch.
"I made it yesterday, so it's your turn," She said, flipping the TV on.
"Can we go out for breakfast? Pleeeaase? I have some cash from that bet with Black*Star" Soul stopped midsentence, sensing Maka's calculating stare.
"I picked up some cash. Let's go," He said, picking the remote out of Maka's hand and turning the TV off. Soul grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the door.
They arrived shortly at the International House Of Pancakes. Soul set the kickstand down on his bike as they both climbed off. The two walked in and the hostess showed them to their table.
"Tell me about this 'bet'," Maka said, smiling cleverly at Soul. He shrugged.
"Nah, it was nothing. Just a little fun," He said, signaling for a waitress.
"Coffee, please," She said to the waitress, "Soul, a bet is a bet," Maka continued, desperately trying to keep an angry face.
"Me too, please," He said to the waitress as well, "Black*Star and I were just kidding around is all. Not that big of a deal." He said, nodding to the waitress as she left.
Maka couldn't hold the angry tone anymore. "How much did you get? And C'mon, what did he do?" She smiled.
Soul couldn't help but smile as well, laughing and shaking his head. "20$. He couldn't jump from the couch to the TV."
"He's not bright."
"No, he is not," He said laughing and holding up 20$. "Oh, but he doubled it when he tried again," He smiled again as he held up another 20.
Maka laughed and shook her head. "Oh, Black*Star. When will he learn?" She said smiling at Soul. He smiled back. That sat like that for almost 10 full seconds when the waitress walked over and gave them their coffee.
She smiled and put her hands on her hips. "You know, you two are one of the cutest couples I've ever seen."