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"No… not that one," Soul shakes his head and Maka shoots him a look in disbelief from where she is standing next to her closet.

"This dress is fine," she insists, walking over to drop said dress onto her bed next to Soul. The two had been looking at clothes for the past hour, and they just couldn't seem to agree. "Why does it matter so much anyway?"

Soul looks down at the dress Maka picked out but doesn't answer. It is one of Maka's shorter dresses, and it is black with red swirls running down the sides. "I want my brother to think you're cool," he finally admits as he runs one hand down the dress, still not looking at Maka.

Maka smiles slightly as she walks back over to her closet wordlessly. As she starts filing through her clothes for what seems like the millionth time, the doorbell rings.

Soul jumps up, startled by the noise. "6:45, he's early," Soul paces towards the door quickly. He pauses at the last moment to glance back at Maka. "Just throw on something and meet me out there in five minutes."

Maka nods, and Soul goes to greet his brother.

Soul swings open his front door, and comes face to face with his brother for the first time in years.

Wes Evans is by no means, ordinary. Standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall, he has short dirty blond hair and blue eyes the color of the ocean. Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, he has a handful of flowers in one hand, and his trusty violin in the other.

"Soul!" Wes's eyes light up at the sight of his younger brother, and Soul's face spreads into a toothy grin.

Soul steps to the side, allowing Wes to enter his home. "It's good to see you," Soul watches his brother carefully as he closes the front door.

Wes looks around the house, taking in the sights. "Nice place," he comments as he kicks off his shoes and sets his violin down. "I'm surprised someone like you can keep a nice place like this clean."

Soul shrugs, "dirty homes aren't cool you know?" Soul thinks back to earlier that day, when the trio living in the home had come together for an hour cleaning session, which involved scrubbing the walls, vacuuming the floors, and stuffing any extra miscellaneous things into a closet.

Wes glances around again, "where is Maka?" he inquires, a little too curiously.

Soul grunts and motions towards Maka's room, "she is still getting ready, but I'm sure she'll be out soon."

Wes holds up the flowers in his hand, "these are for her."

Soul remembers his role and narrows his eyes, "why are you giving her flowers?" He turns to walk away from his brother without waiting for a response, motioning over his shoulder for Wes to follow.

"You aren't the only one who will be wanting to impress her," Wes comments cheerfully as he follows Soul into the kitchen. "I want to be on her good side for when the two of you get married."

Soul freezes, and spins around angrily, "We are not getting married." He turns back quickly, trying to hide the red that he couldn't keep from spreading onto his face.

Wes can't help but laugh at his brother's reaction. "All right all right, but we should still be friendly right?"

Soul doesn't reply, but walks over to the stove and turns the heat on. "Pasta will be ready in ten." He grumbles.

Wes sits down at the dining table, and Soul joins him, glancing around for any sign of Maka.

"So…" Wes folds his hands together, looking forward to interrogating his younger brother. "She's your meister?"

Soul nods.

"How long have you been together for now?"

Soul makes sure to make eye contact with Wes, not wanting to get caught lying. "Around six months now."

"That's pretty good," Wes leans forward into his seat, as if to get closer to Soul. He glances around, but doesn't see the young girl, so he continues, "and of all the girls, why her?"

Soul leans in, lowering his voice, his eyes becoming more serious. "Honestly, Maka is amazing, way better than what I deserve. She has smarts, talent, and looks, she can do anything she aims for, and I don't know what I would do or where I would be without her."

For the first time of the night, Wes can see sincerity on Soul's face. He hears a creak behind him, and can assume that the one and only Maka has arrived on scene.

Soul glances up, and Wes holds back a chuckle as he sees a range of emotions pass through Soul's eyes. They widen slightly, and Wes turns around in his chair to greet Maka. As he turns, he can't help but murmur, "pick your jaw up," to Soul.

Maka has dressed out of the ordinary, and is wearing a light blue dress that fluffs up a little at the bottom, and rests around her knees. Wes misses Soul nod slightly in approval at the dress choice.

"You must be Maka," Wes stands up to shake her hand, "I've heard so many amazing things about you." Maka stands up to accept his hand, "Same, it is so nice to meet you."

Wes pushes the flowers towards the surprised girl, "these are for you."

Maka smiles as she accepts, and smirks slightly when she sees a little steam rise from Soul at the interaction. "I'll go put these into some water."

Soul stands up as well, "I'll go check on the food.

The two walk over to the stove, and Maka glances over at Wes once before fetching a vase. She fills it with water while Soul checks his food. He seems satisfied, and goes to get plates.

Maka stands there arranging the flowers, and when Soul comes back, he leans and whispers a few words in her ear, which Wes wishes he could hear from his seat. Maka blushes slightly and shakes her head, arousing even more suspicion.

Soul flashes her a smile, and Maka rolls her eyes at the white haired teen. She stalks back over the table, and sits down across from Wes.

Soul dishes out three plates of food and carries them over to the table. "So what have you been up to Wes?" Soul asks as he sets down the food.

Soul has prepared some beef and cheese ravioli, topped with cheese. It looks delicious, and all three of them dig in.

"Nothing much," Wes says between mouthfuls, "traveling here and there, I visited our parents a few months ago, they seemed fine."

Soul winces slightly at the mention of his parents, but says nothing.

"I'm not the important one tonight though; I want to hear about you and Maka." Wes looks between the two of them. "How did you guys end up getting together?"

Maka swallows before answering, "It just kind of happened one day," she looks down at her food, looking nervous.

Soul nods, "We were at the market one day."

"Right, the market…"

"Yea, and Maka got lost."

"I got lost?"

"Yea don't you remember?"

"Uh… oh yea! I remember, I got lost."

"So Maka got lost, and then a kisshin attacked her."

"It was pretty scary."

"I couldn't find her anywhere, and she had to fight this kisshin all on her own. She kept calling out my name, but I just couldn't get to where she was."

"He was a pretty tough kisshin."

"Well eventually I found my way over to where Maka was, and she was really getting it handed to her by this kisshin, it was pretty uncool of her."

"I was trying my best!"

"Seeing Maka all beaten up by this kisshin, I realized." Soul pauses for a moment, glancing over at Maka, "I couldn't stand seeing her hurt, and I never wanted to leave her side again." He places his free hand onto Maka's, and she smiles at the contact. "As soon as we destroyed the kisshin, I asked her to be my girlfriend."

"And we've been together ever since." Maka squeezes Soul's hand lightly, and they both look over at Wes, who is looking slightly surprised.

"That is a… cool story." Wes can see the two let out a sigh of relief, and it is becoming increasingly obvious that they are faking. Wes decides to play along anyway, having too much fun making his little brother uncomfortable.

"So, have you two had sex yet?"

Soul and Maka both simultaneously spit out their ravioli, sputtering and blushing. They make eye contact, only causing their blushes to deepen.

Soul raises his hands, shaking his head widely. "No!"

Maka follows suit, and Wes can't help but to burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding, relax, I know you are too young."

Wes sets down his fork as the two teens fight to recompose themselves.

Soul puts down his own fork, finished with his meal. Maka scoops the last of it into her mouth, and the meal comes to a close.

Soul stands up to clear the plates, "I'll get the desert out of the freezer. We have chocolate ice cream."

He goes over to the freezer, and Wes leans in to say a few words to Maka. "I know," he says coolly and calmly.

Maka's eyes widen, but she holds his gaze. "Know what?"

Wes ignores the question. "However, I'll keep your secret for you if you really sell it for the rest of the night."

Maka nods, but says nothing.

Soul returns, chocolate ice cream in hand, and a smile on his face.

Wes smiles at his brother, leaving Maka to wonder what else is in store for her.

Desert passes uneventfully, and soon Wes is ready to leave for the night.

He slides on his shoes, and Soul opens the door, still unaware that Wes has discovered his secret.

Wes takes a step out the door, then pauses intentionally. "One more thing…" he turns around, a smug grin on his face. "If you are really together, then why don't you kiss?"

Soul takes a small step back, not expecting this to come out of his brother's mouth. "Uh…"

Maka sees his hesitation, so she jumps in to his rescue, "yea, we are together and everything, that would make sense."

Soul looks over at Maka, a small cute blush spreading over his cheeks. Maka mirrors this, and Wes stands there, patiently.

Soul nods, "All right."

Soul shuffles towards Maka awkwardly, and takes a deep breath. He leans in and quickly brushes his lips against Maka's.

He only intended to kiss her for a moment, but once started, Soul doesn't feel like pulling away. He takes a step closer to Maka, and she reacts, kissing him back.

Lost in the moment, Wes slides out the front door wordlessly, and closes the door.

The slamming door brings Soul back to his senses, and he jumps back from Maka, who is still not fully aware of the situation.

Soul looks at the door, then looks at Maka.

"Ah, who cares." He recloses the gap between him and Maka, and what started out as a fake relationship turns into a real one. All it took was a kiss.

On the other side of the door, Wes pulls out his cell phone.
"Yea, dad? Guess what, I was right, you were wrong! Wait, what do you mean you need to meet them? You don't believe me? Fine, I'll tell them, but not now. Right now we should leave the love birds in peace."

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