"God, Soul, why can't you act like an adult for once?" she screams at me. "You know what? Forget it. I'm going running. Don't stay up!" With that, she stomps off to her room and slams the door. Moments later, she emerges, wearing a sports bra and shorts. She stomps over to the door and disappears. I sigh and flop down on the couch. We've been fighting again. This time, it's about my apparent lack of ability to act like an adult. I close my eyes and relax into the worn fabric of the couch.
I sigh and stretch out my legs. God, why can't Soul ever act like an adult ever? Sometimes I feel like our relationship is like a parent and child's. I pick myself off the ground, put my ear buds in, and start a lap. Running always helps me think.
I heave myself of the couch, put my shoes on, and head out to find Maka. She's been gone for a while. I get to the track and squint through the darkness for her. She's there all right, but not doing what I expect her to be doing. Instead of running, she's alone in the middle of the track, whirling around to some music only she can hear. As I watch her, she speeds up until she is no more than a blur of arms and legs. As far as I can tell, she seems to be alone. I gasp, because I had no idea she could move that fast and that gracefully. I catch a glimpse of Maka's face in the moonlight, beautiful but furious. I run for the apartment, knowing she is either chasing me or standing there, mad as anything. I make it to the door and slam it shut behind me, sliding down to the floor to catch my breath. Luckily, I'm a lot faster than Maka. I stumble to my bedroom and strip down to my boxers. I snuggle under the covers, waiting for the click of her key in the lock. It never comes though. I'm asleep before it comes.
I stand there furious and shocked. How dare he just follow me here and then watch me? I start to follow, but then decide it isn't worth it. I'll kick his as* later. For now, I should relax and try to finish dancing. The music starts up again, and I whirl and spin to it.
Later, after I am fully worn out by the dancing, I make my way home and collapse on the couch. At least Soul is asleep. I really don't want to deal with him right now.
When I wake up in the morning, I lie there for a second, before it all comes rushing back to me. The fight, Maka storming out, me following her and the dancing. I gasp when I realize I'm not the only person in the room. Maka is sitting on my desk chair, glaring at me. I sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes. She gets up and sits on the edge of my bed. "You snore, Soul." She smiles at me, and I know that I'm forgiven.