Hey, guys :3 ok, so this is my first fanfiction ever and i really hope it turned out somewhat ok.. I might be adding in a lemon as chapter two, but only if you guys like it so rate and review for me please (and constructive criticism is appreciated! i want to be the best writer i can be). Hope you guys enjoy :3

I sighed and flopped down on my bed. I couldn't believe that I just couldn't tell her. Here I am, mister calm, cool and collected, going crazy because I can't tell one girl how I feel about her. I had the guts to take on the first Kishin, but I couldn't even come close to telling Maka how I felt about her.

I mean, it couldn't be too difficult to tell a girl you love her, right? Should be as simple as, "Hey, what's up? What about me? Oh, not much. Just thinking of how much I love you!" I bet Maka would think I was pulling a joke on her though and chop my skull to pieces with the closest book available. But I wasn't, and I truly cared for her. If only I could grow a pair to just ask the girl out.

"Damn it!" I called in frustration as I kicked my backpack off the end of my bed.

I heard my door to my room open but I didn't turn my head. "Soul, are you ok? What's wrong?"

Her voice was sweet, like the smoothest melody being played across the keys of a piano. Without even looking at her, I knew the expression she was giving me. Her emerald green eyes were full with worry and her eyebrows furrowed together as she was trying to figure out how to comfort me. Her thin lips were turned down at the corners, the complete opposite from the bright smile I loved to see on her face. I couldn't help but sighing again. I bet she thought I was a complete freak now, throwing things around for no reason.

I turned to face her and I was spot on about her expression. Maka's ash blonde hair was up in her usual pigtails, but she was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose tee shirt instead of the DWMA's uniform. She started watching me even more carefully, like she could see through everything to find what the problem was if she looked hard enough.

"I'm fine," I lied, as I closed my ruby red eyes and put my arm over my face. "I just have a headache and haven't been feeling too hot lately. I'm sure it will pass."

But Maka didn't let it go. "Do you want me to make you some soup? I'll go warm up the water if you want to take a bath. Baths always help me get rid of a headache," she offered.

I removed my arm and looked over at her through my snow white hair that had fallen over my forehead. She had moved to the side of my bed and was smiling at me sweetly. I couldn't help but smile back at her. "Thanks, Maka. You're the best. But you don't have to do anything. I promise I'll be fine."

She seemed to have ignored half of what I had said because she smiled wider and hurried out the door. I sighed as I heard the water turn on and got up to go get in the bath. Maka got it all ready for me and then disappeared to go make me up some soup.

I soaked for a little while, trying the hardest I could to clear my thoughts. I hoped that the more I thought about just telling Maka the truth, the easier things would get for me. I would finally be able to relax about it if I did. Even if she did beat my face into the floor with a hardcover, at least I wouldn't worry about having to tell her anymore.

When I got out of the bath, I dried off and threw on the fresh, clean pair of boxers and a tee shirt that Maka had set there for me when I got out. I quickly towel dried my hair then went out to the kitchen.

Maka was hard at work over a big pot, a bunch of spices and chopped up vegetables organized neatly around the counters surrounding the stove. I walked over and leaned against one of the counters, just watching her cook. My eyes started wondering over her exposed skin, watching how her hips moved and her already sinfully short shorts rode up a little higher each time.

I shook my head and looked away. I shouldn't be thinking about her like that. I mean, this was Maka. I respect her and I don't like it when other guys think about her that way. In the past few years, she has filled out a little, giving her some more in all the right places. Sure, she still didn't have the biggest chest but she wasn't flat anymore either. It was just enough that it gave her nice, smooth curves.

I moaned in annoyance at myself and Maka turned to me with a surprise. "You still have a headache? I would have come and knocked on the door when the soup was ready if you wanted to stay in longer."

I waved her words away. "Nah, don't worry about it. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, what were you thinking about?" Maka asked curiously.

"It was nothing," I said quickly as I looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep Maka from seeing the small blush that was growing on my cheeks.

"It so was not nothing," Maka said. "If you took the effort to think about it so much that you were getting headaches, it must have been bothering you for a long time. Plus, partners don't keep secrets from each other, Soul. You should know better than anyone that it affects your fighting if you are keeping secrets. Even if you are a death scythe now, we are still partners and we can't be keeping secrets." Her voice got a little quiet at the end, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I just didn't want her to find out what I was hiding.

"It's nothing," I said again, trying to sound sure of myself but my voice was shaking. I grabbed onto the counter so I knew I was grounded somehow.

"You are such a bad liar," Maka said as she laughed. I loved her laugh; it sounded like small bells ringing beautifully around her. "Come on, I promise I won't tell anyone else."

I sighed again. This was it. She won't let me out of it now. If there was one thing Maka was, it was stubborn. I'm not exactly a pushover either, but I never won against her with how stubborn the other could be.

"You can't laugh either," I muttered, looking down at my feet. I figured that was the safest way I could go. I couldn't tell her she had to reply or she would instantly know it had to deal with her.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," she said as she crossed her heart with her right hand and held up her left.

"Well…" I began. I looked up into her eyes and I couldn't help but stare into her eyes. They were beautiful, as they always were. I brushed a stray shorter hair off her forehead and put my hand on her cheek. "Look, Maka, you're my partner, my best friend and the only person I could tell anything to. I can't imagine what I would be without you. I love you, Maka. I always have and always will."

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. She just stared at me with big eyes, looking like a dear caught in headlights. I sighed and pulled my hand away from her, dropping my head down to my feet. I knew I would mess up everything if I told her.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'll… yeah." I walked out of the kitchen and went to go to my room. Then I felt a hand grab my wrist tight.

"No, please don't go," Maka mumbled. I turned to look at her and she was looking at her hand that was still tight around my wrist. Her cheeks were red and she had a strange look on her face. She looked up at me and smiled wide. "I love you too, Soul. I really do."

I just stood there in shock. Did she just say that, or was I imagining it? Maybe she knocked me out with a book before I could even realize it and I was dreaming. Maka smiled at me and moved closer. She brushed the hair off my forehead and rested her hand on my cheek. She stood up on her toes and looked into my eyes as she leaned closer. Before I had half the mind to say something, she planted her soft lips on mine.

I couldn't believe it. I wasn't dreaming at all. The one person in the whole world that I would die for felt the same way as I did and she was kissing me at the moment. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she pulled herself closer, making me bend down to her level. I wrapped my arms under her butt and pulled her of the ground. Maka wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself into a comfortable position.

She kissed me harder and I almost feel backwards. I was still trying to process the fact that she didn't break open my head with a book, much less that she was attached to me like static cling and was kissing every inch of my skin she could reach.

At least she felt the same. I didn't have to worry about the next few days, maybe even weeks, being as awkward as they would be if she didn't feel the same way. But here I was, worrying over stupid little things while I had her in my arms.

I pushed all those thoughts out of my head. Right now, I wasn't going to worry about anything but being with Maka. I held her tighter in my arms and pushed her back up against the wall. Maka let out a moan and I could feel her hips grind just the slightest bit against mine. I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself for longer either…

As i said before, this is only the beginning of it so if you guys liked it, rate and review please and i'll post more asap :3 thank you guys so much!