Run Away, But I Won't Follow [Soma Fanfic Soul X Maka]

Chapter One

I sigh for what feels like the umpteenth time this morning.

"Maka!" I call from the kitchen. "Hurry up, we'll be late!"

I hear a loud groan come from the direction of Makas bedroom, and I chuckle to myself. Surprisingly, I'm the first one up this morning out of us two. Of course, I don't blame her, since Black*Star just happened to load her up on Tequila shots and Vodka.

Last night a party was held in the center of Death City, and obviously, we went. Unfortunately Black*Star thought it'd be a hilarious idea to let Maka drink alcohol. It was her first time, too, and that just makes the hangover she has today so much worse.

We also have a test today, which means Maka just has to go to school. That's not the schools' rules, either. That's Makas rules. Luckily for me, Maka insisted on tutoring me so I wouldn't fail. Wouldn't want to seem uncool now, would I?

I hear another groan as I turn around and see her slumped figure appear in the doorway. I watch as she goes to lean against the door frame but completely misses, and I drop the toast I have in my hands to catch her. I catch her right before she hits the ground and sigh in relief. "Good morning, alcoholic," I say, chuckling as I lift her up. She moans.
"Shut up," Maka snaps, her eyebrows creasing in offense. Her expression only makes me laugh harder.

We stumble across the apartment before she slumps down into her own seat and me into mine. I hand her a piece of toast and she snatches it from my hands groggily. It takes her a while to eat the first piece of toast I gave her, and I've already finished three by the time she gets two thirds of the way through. I sigh, dragging her off to her bedroom to get dressed while she finishes her toast.

A while later, she comes out. I try to keep from laughing at her appearance, since I know a Maka Chop will follow if I don't. Her eyes aren't vibrant and only scream for sleep. Her hair is tied into her signature pigtails as usual, but looks incredibly messy and underdone. Her face is pale and she looks like she could use a few extra days sleep. I have no doubt it's the hangover.

"Look Soul, can we just go and get this day over with? I wanna go back to sleep," Maka says with a yawn, and I shake my head, grinning widely. "Alright, Alright," I reply, finally relenting.

I walk over to her and she snakes her arm over my shoulder, letting me support her weight. It seems to take forever to leave the apartment without Maka tripping over or banging into something, but once we do, I help Maka onto my bike and we leave off to the DWMA.