I wake up breathless and gross with sweat, 'great another nightmare,' I think to myself, 'so uncool!' I go to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water when I here sobbing 'wait, Is that ... Maka?'
I let myself into her room without bothering to knock "Maka are you ok?" You ask
"Yeah, I'm fine" she says wiping away her tears
"no you're not, you're crying" I say handing her a tissue
"well done mister detective" she replies sarcastically
"look, what's wrong?"
"well, you know that guy I was dating?"
"hmm, I think so"
"ok so he cheated on me with Lucy and he didn't even try to make up or say sorry or ANYTHING! He just said suck it up!" She bursts into tears again
"hey" I say lying next to her "you're way better without that pathetic douch anyway"
"EVERYONE SAYS THAT!" She yells
"but I MEAN it" I say touching her arm comfortingly
"really?"
"you think a cool guy like me would lie to you!"
She rolls her eyes
"Thanks soul" she hugs me, she's so beautiful tonight. 'NO! SOUL WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! YOU CAN'T THINK OF YOUR MEISTER THAT WAY!- I clench my hands in a tight fist, maybe a little too tight, my fingernails dig into your palm catching me unaware making me jump back in pain. Maka looks pretty confused but appears to let it slide, "you feeling better now?"
"much, thanks soul"
"no problem"
"night"
"night" I say then kiss her cheek and walk out. It's only when I get into bed that I realise what I've done 'DAMN, that was so uncool of me!'
