SoMa One-Shots

The Doggy-Patel

His family-by all means-made a lot of money. A lot of money. But that doesn't mean he's a spoiled rich boy who's incapable of doing things by himself-
"Are you going to get in? Or should I get your yellow ducky tube?"
Red eyes shot a glare at the man in the deep-end who makes even treading look relaxing.
"That tube belongs to little cousin Alice."
"And she gave it to you after she passed out of the guppy class, little brother,"
Sharp teeth were bared at the grinning white-haired from the side of the pool,
"An accomplishment you have yet to-"
"Alright Wes! I get it!"
Soul Evans, the second son of one of the longest and most famous classical musicians, has...a bit of trouble in the water.
"Soul Evans!" A phrase he's heard his entire life, "you still won't get in the water?!"
Soul cringed from his spot beside the family pool, his mother stood in her over the top cover-up and sun hat.
"Look, your big brother is in the pool with you!"
Wes waved from the diving board before diving in with that prodigy grace the audience adores.
"That's it," both boys looked at the harpist /celloist/flutist, "I'm getting you a swim teacher."
"What?!?!"
"HA!"
The younger Evans in the dry swim trunks whipped around and stalked towards the woman, hand out to calm the female raptor,
"Mom. No. Like, seriously, no way. I don't need a swim teacher, or swim lessons, or the ability to swim. It's fine I just won't go in the water! I'm not five! It's not like I'll accidentally totter in!"
Wes called from his spot in a bright green tube,
"But, little brother! However will you go in dads yacht? Or travel overseas?"
Another look was sent over his shoulder,
"Not helping Westly..."
Clarice Evans draped herself over the extravagant white chaise lounge under the matching umbrella and clicked open her sunglasses case,
"Westly has a point sweetheart," she flicked a page in her magazine, "We gave you the opportunity to self-teach- just as Westly did- but you refused. After buying you that death-trap you asked for, the least you can do is allow us to do what's best for you."
The younger Evans sighed,
"Yes mother..." slumping, there was no way he was getting out of this one...
"Until then Soul, I think baby Alice also left you her arm floaties."
"Wes, do me a favor, go underwater, and don't come back up."
"Boys!!"
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Soul found himself by the door two weeks later in the same swim trunks.
"I found someone about your age so do try to be polite," she prepped him, "alright?"
The younger Evans grumbled in agreement just as the doorbell rang. Two large doors opened the door to reveal a short, peppy, blonde.
"Oh, Maka! Thank you for coming!"
"Hello Mrs. Evans!" Stepping into the threshold, the swimming instructor wore a lifeguard tank top over a black one-piece bathingsuit, white shorts, and a backpack. She then turned her bright green eyes to him,
"You must be Soul," she thrusted out her hand, "nice to meet you!"
"A peppy blonde...great...just like the rest of the girls I gotta deal with."
He glanced at his mother in a way that just said 'really?' Before linking his hand to Maka's.
"Uhh, yeah. Same here."
Clarice Evans can never stay out of the spotlight too long,
"Alright! Now that we got introductions out of the way, Jeremy here can escort you two to the pool. As I mentioned on the phone there are towels by the door," she glanced behind her, " and soul.... be a good boy."
After bowing at the back exit, Jeremy left the college students to the pool. Maka dropped her bag on one of the tables,
"So I thought we'd start with the basics and work our way  up from there!" Zipping open the bag, she pulled out two kick-boards and a folder. Soul nearly cringed when she clicked her pen open,
"Now, get in the water."
"What?"
Her green eyes met his red ones for an indefinite amount of time. A raised eyebrow,
"Uhhh, go into the pool?"
If she heard the strangled noise he made in the back of his throat, she didn't comment. Sighing, he walked around the pool to the stair case and placed on foot on the first step, then the other.
"Alright! So I'd thought we start with the basics, you know: blowing bubbles, floating, kicking....?"
She looked into his calm un-blinking eyes trailing down his body to his feet, that stood on the first step of the pool as the pool water lapped around his ankles. He flinched when folder was slammed on the glass table and her eyes sharpened to daggers. The blonde stalked over and stopped at the edge of the pool, putting her face close to his causing him lean back slightly.
"Get in the pool. "
"I am in the pool."
She leans in more. It was in that moment he realized her eyes had a certain spark to them he couldn't name with her hair smelling so good.
"If you would get in the pool please, Mr. Evans. Now."
He leans back even more and glances at the crystal blue water behind him...looking closer than ever. Soul looked back at her with the absolute best poker face he could muster at such an awkward angle, lazy red eyes and everything.
His teachers eye brows raised and her sea-shell pink lips pursed, before her face split into a wide grin,
"Didn't your mom tell you to be a good boy~?" She leaned in more.
Oh, he knew that look...it's the same look his mother gives his father when he finally buys her something nice, once her lipstick is smeared on his lips.
......you know.......she's awfully cute.
He matched her grin with a more nervous one, sweat dotting his brow,
"Do I get a reward if I am?"
For a moment she seemed shocked, almost like he caught her bluff.
Now his eyes shined with cockiness; there's was no way she would-

Soul realized, as the cold water enveloped his entire body and his lips tingled from the force of the impact, his swim teacher most certainly would.

Needless to say, Soul Evans became a fantastic swimmer from his lessons with the swim instructor Maka Albarn.