L:Hellooooo readers, I got BORED! Can you imagine? HAHAHAHA- so bored

Maka: Your boredom usually ends badly for me...

L: Aw, of course, flat-chest!

Maka: I hate you...

L: Sure ya do, everyone does!

Maka: Sigh... L owns nothing of Soul Eater, just the plot of this stupid story

L: If I owned Soul Eater Maka would have boobs.

Maka: THANKS! ON WITH THE STORY!

Curse this stupid, stupid prom. May it, and all others like it, be written on Shinigami-sama's list. I think with a bitter taste in my mouth as I stare in the mirror. On my left side is Liz with an artistic expression on her face as she examines me thoroughly. On my right is Tsubaki, two or three pins in her mouth, as she fixes up my accursed outfit.

Speaking of said outfit, the back-story is a tale of great misery… for me, not so much for the Thomson sisters and Tsubaki.

~*:Flash back (Because they're nifty):*~

I'm being forcefully dragged through the aisles of some kind of dress store (the name of which is unimportant) by an over-excited Patty Thomson. She has her sandy blond hair fluffed up and covered with rainbow clips (symmetrically, of course.) We're being trailed by Liz (who is ogling at all the dresses) and Tsubaki (who is following similar to how a shy dog might) as we zigzag around the shop.

"I don't understand the importance of this." I say, wishing I had a book on hand to chop someone with. "I don't have a date to prom, I'm not planning on going… can't we stay home and watch movies or something?" I try to reason, but the dictator of this mission fumes at the very thought of it.

"NO! We are going to prom TOGETHER! WHO NEEDS MEN?" Liz shouts, attracting unwanted attention from every non-deaf shopper in the store. "Besides, I haven't seen you in a dress since that one party Medusa crashed!" She spills her ulterior motive.

I roll my eyes at her and groan. "Please, have mercy, you know I can't dance… without (mumble)" I blush lightly thinking about the last time my weapon and I danced inside of his mind… which might not count at all…

Tsubaki smiles reassuringly at me. "It's fine Maka," She soothes me. "I've been ditched by Blackstar too." She sighs depressed and then fires up a little. "We should go and have fun!" The shy girl encourages me.

Patty giggles and nods. "Big sis says that prom is a girl's right to passage, and only complete loser don't go to prom…"Patty think about something a little. "But come to think of it she said that girls that come to prom without dates are losers too."

A depressed sigh resounds through Tsubaki and Liz, so they decide to sulk near the clearance rack for a minute. "I did say that, didn't I? ..." Lizz mutters emptily, shoulders sagging… they both look like they read Chrona's poem.

I cast them a pitiful glance while Patty is looking at a dress with panda and giraffe print on it. I walk over to the clearance rack; in an attempt to cheer my friends up, but I'm stopped by a dress on the rack that reminds me of something…

What exactly? I can't put my finger on it, but Liz has picked up on my interest in something and has walked over to pull the dress off the rack. She holds it up in an attempt to see it's price, but I can't stop staring at the dress.

It's a simple dress; it has a black top that looks like it would cover my chest, then flows out into a red and black checkered pattern, it's fairly short and has a silver chain-belt with a shinigami-sama styled skull hanging off it. It reminds me of Soul's mind… at least the red-and-black checkered pattern reminds me of the floor.

Liz grins at the dress. "A gothic-loli Maka… possibilities!" She exclaims. She makes a run for the changing room, my arm firmly in her grasp.

She throws her into the room, tossed in the dress, and shuts the door with a loud slam, keeping it shut with her body weight. "Change." She orders.

I sigh, but do as she says. I slip the dress over my head and stare at myself in the mirror…

I do have to admit, I never thought I could look like this. My pigtails had come out while I pulled it on, so my platinum hair flows past my shoulders in feathery layers. My eyes are definite emerald green that gleam without light… and then there's the dress.

It made me look like I had actual boobs (Maka: I DO have actual boobs, thank you very much! They're B cups- don't patronize me! Me: Shut up, I'm telling a story) because of the dress's cut, so that the black ends right where my boobs do. Then the black-and-red-checkered pattern form-fits my body, until it hangs past my hips, giving it a classy don't-show-off-everything look. The skull lands right in the middle of the dress, with chains hanging down on three rows or sterling silver.

I look hot, if I do say so myself! My exposed legs are long and slender with peaches-and-cream skin. My clunky boots don't do the dress justice… but nobody will be looking at my shoes.

I knock on the door and Liz lets me out; dying to sneak a peak. She gasps, then squeals loud enough to make everyone in the dressing room jump. "KAWAII!" She fangirls, much to my ear's distress.

~*: End flashback (because I'm not retelling this story from that point) :*~

Just because I look good in an outfit, doesn't mean I'm excited I found something to wear to the damned prom.

But at least I have three days to prepare…

Maka: What was that? A cliff-hanger ending?

L:No... Yes... I don't know!

Maka: What evs, at least I look hot.

L: Now for the question, readers!

Maka: What question?

L: LIME, LEMON, OR ACTUAL PLOT!

Maka: WHAT?

L: There will be an actual plot anyways, but do you want sweet romance, or plain lemony goodness?

Maka: I repeat: WHAT?

L: Thank you, and review to give your votes!