To The Heart ~ SoMa Fanfic ~

Chapter 8

-Maka's POV-

I wake up, drenched in sweat and tears. Nightmare. Just a nightmare. I switch on my clock to see the time. 2:00am. I don't remember going to bed.. Oh. I fell asleep in the car. Soul.. He kissed me. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I fell back into my bed, kicking off my bed sheets. I roll over, burrying my head in my pillow, and scream. Not in a "oh-my-god-EW" thing but a "oh-my-god-YES-YES-DOUBLE-YES" thing. But then I remembered my dream. I tense up and curl into a tight ball. Soul.. I need Soul.. I get up, and slowly drag myself to Soul's room. The light wasnt on under his door. I open it slowly. He had his bedside lamp on.. And he was hiding under the covers, only a few tuffs of white hair showing on his pillow. I heard faint, very faint, groaning noises. Was he having a nightmare? No, his light was on, he must be awake. I walk closer and notice his headphones are in. I carefully unplug one, and hear loud girl noises. Was he..? The noises stopped. He slowly turned his head to me, his eyes far away, his face pink and mouth slightly open. Oh no. He was. Realization obviously struck him, as his eyes focused and widened, he took out his other ear bud and turned his body to me.

"It's not.. What it looks like.." He mumbled quickly. I tore his bedsheets from him, his hand was down his pajama pants, and his phone by his side, turned off. God no.
-Soul's POV-

What the HELL was she doing up?? It's 2am for death's sake! And why didn't she knock?? Why.. Just WHY??? Why is this happening to me?? I try to calm her down by trying to give a sweet and comforting smile but I think it scared her even more, because she looks pretty terrified. Remembering I still have my hands down my pants, I pull it out quickly, holding them both up to her in a sign of defeat. She stares at my right hand. Well.. Fuck. This wasn't good.. At all.