Two is better than one (Kidxmaka) KIMA

Kid's birthday party (Part 2)

Hi everyone!! Thanks for reading this fic and to those who voted for this thank you very much!! I'm actually excited to where this story will go and I can't wait to write them!!
By the way, this story is a mix of anime/Manga and is not following any endings. I made this story line on my own.

*also I want to say that I unpublished the other kidxmaka and justinxmaka fic that I made years ago since it was getting a lot of negative feedbacks lately. I am terribly sorry if you are offended by it. I was a starter at writing fics at that time (to my defense I wrote that I am a first timer) but that's years ago and lookie here now. I'm making a new and improved one. (I hope so)

Disclaimer: I don't own soul eater or any of the characters

Let's start now! :3

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"I've got like a lot of liquid lippies here." Liz pointed at her haul of makeup.
Maka felt a little bit jealous on Liz's collection. Liz loves makeup, even though she barely wears makeup when she's at school. Maka on the other hand, likes makeup and other girly things. But she always thought that those things don't suite her because she's boyish and it irritates her skin sometimes.
Liz wasn't the same. She never had these things before. She was the demon of Brooklyn. Though feared by many, she has her girly side and was able to show it naturally now her life became better.
The silence was boring the girls out so
Liz decided to duck her iPhone on the speaker and played a music

(A/n song starts Killer Queen - Queen)

Though barely even listening to the song, Liz started with brushing Maka's ash blonde hair. They were soft and thin compared to Liz's thick strawberry blonde hair. A noticeable color of an American Girl.

Maka examined Liz's room. It was 5 times bigger than hers. A queen sized bed and the floor was elegantly carpeted. Her bed has a lot of pillows and a soft fully blanket. Her vanity has huge sized mirror than hung on the wall and has 4 light bulbs on each side. It feels like a she's in a daughter of a millionaire's room. It reminded her of the Scream Queens, a TV show she watches before. Where a millionaire girls has sorority.
Liz felt like none of those girls. She's beautiful and kind but rude? No. Liz has always been down to earth. It is because she came from nothing and Money didn't change her.
Liz's music taste reminds her of Soul. Though she barely let him play music out loud, she knows what kind of music he likes to listen.
Maka likes music. But not as passionately as Soul and Liz. It is hard for her to relate to the music.
Maka closed her eyes and continued listening to Liz's music. It reminded her of the 80's and the music style is very different.

"I like the song." Maka smiled sweetly
"So you like Queen too?" Liz smirked, while still brushing her hair
"That's queen?"
"Ya.. It's great right?" Liz stood up and searched for a hair band
"It is." Maka replied while watching the blonde girl dance her way to her vanity.
Liz was searching for her hair band, and though she thought she could just curl Maka's hair, she wanted a slight pigtail to make her a bit more symmetrical. Maka decided to start wearing her own dress.
Liz eyed her fashion choice. It was nothing special actually. Though it fits perfectly for Maka. It was chiffon white tube type and very short. Liz thought Maka looked very angelic and cute. Her body type isn't really matured yet but her legs were long. Maka has a lot of scars on her legs and burnt spots on her hand.
'Oh yeah, She's a Meister.' She almost forgot. Liz doesn't have to worry about having big scars and wounds because he can always rely on kid. Among all the girls, Maka was the only Meister. Which means, she gets to be out of the battle. Mostly being punched, thrown to the wall and crash on the ground. Her respect grew larger for the Meister. Maka is strong and brave. Although you can see her as a small girl who wears cute short skirt and pigtails in school, Maka is a badass when it comes to the battlefield.
she thought scars would look bad to girls, but to Maka it fits her perfectly. She didn't care at all. She doesn't care about what other people think about her.