Unspoken Feelings

As soon as I was clear of the apartment door my mind was set on one thing reading these class notes I was not going to allow myself to be unprepared for this extra lesson that Soul and I had to attend tomorrow night. Determination set in my mind I headed to the larger table and spread my notes upon it. Soul groaned from somewhere behind me and footsteps and a door closing soon followed, I was already to immersed in my notes to take much notice.

Time flew by as notes filled my head with information, a technique that intrigued me haunted me, suddenly curious to ask Soul about it I looked around expecting to see him somewhere. My head spun round searching the visible apartment when I could not see him panic began to unsettle me.

I stood from my location at the table surprised to find that my legs were a little stiff from sitting still so long, I looked around again from this new perspective to insure I had not missed Soul from my seated position. After another glance around without spotting Soul my panic increased.

I looked down the hall wondering if he was in the bathroom, his piano room or his bedroom, I decided to start with his room. Walking over to Soul's door I felt a strange not create itself within my stomach. 'Hmm, I wonder what that is, it doesn't feel like just hunger!' I puzzled myself.

Upon arriving at Soul's bedroom door I pulled myself out of my puzzling thoughts knocking lightly just in case he was focusing on studying.

Nothing, my heart raced as I knocked louder the sound echoing into the narrow hall. "Soul, are you in there?" I asked. Upon hearing a quiet groan I knocked again louder than before. From the other side of the door I heard Soul gasp and a creaking sound followed. "Erm, Soul do you want something to eat?" I asked half nervous as to why he has gasped.

"Er, sure" he replied sleep apparent on his smooth voice. His reply made everything click inside my head as realisation struck me. "Give me a minute and I'll be out." Soul stated. Realising I was stood staring at his door I backed away and moved off to the kitchen. 'Now what?' I queried myself. I flushed realising I didn't know what Soul liked to eat or even if there was anything edible within the apartment.

A laugh admitted from somewhere behind me causing my whole body to tense in suspense. I turned slowly not entirely sure what I would see. 

My eyes came to rest on a smirking Soul; leaned against his closed bedroom door, who laughed at my expression of shock. "Need a hand?" He asked, his smirk growing as he said the words.

"Please" I answered simply.

Soul chuckled again nodding as he walked towards me. "Well what do you fancy?" Soul inquired. My heart raced at his choice of words not entirely sure how to reply a deep blush stained my cheeks, butterflies suddenly appeared in my knotted stomach and I began to feel slightly sick.

With what little will power I had I managed to say "I'm not sure." rather quietly, my face flushing further as I did. Soul laughed again, clearly enjoying my blush.

"We cold order something that would be cool. How about pizza? Unless you don't want to, that's cool to." Soul stated his voice trailing at the end so that I hardly managed to hear what he was saying. Soul's cheeks began to stain pink as he looked at the floor.

"Sure pizza sounds good." I smiled at him trying to reassure him. 'What is wrong with me? Why have I got butterflies? Why do I want to keep Soul happy and smiling? Why do I find his blush cute?' I queried myself. Realisation hit home. 'Do I like Soul?' I looked him up and down. 'Well what's not to like? He allowed me into his home, enabled me to go to the academy, is now my weapon, yeah he likes to insure he keeps his 'cool' image, but he insured I didn't meet papa on my first day. And he is rather handsome, in a very unique way, I mean his white hair perfectly complements his tanned skin. Oh, I do like him.' I felt the pace of my heart increase as I arrived at this decision. 'Common Maka, find a distraction, so you can talk to him like everyone else.'