Hi guys! I am sorry that I haven't put up a story in like…two weeks…I had the WORST case of Writer's Block that you have EVER seen in your lifetime. But I have a story now! :) Review, favourite, and follow for a SHOUT-OUT! :D

I have never been so frustrated in my entire fucking life. Dating Death the Kid was the WORST. I thought that I could handle his terrible OCD and symmetry fits. But alas, I'm beginning to hate myself for ever wanting to go out with him. My conscience is telling me not to hurt him, and to give him another chance, but my heart is telling me to get the FUCK out of here! I just don't want to hurt the little shinigami's feelings! Or maybe it's just that I don't want his crazy father to kick me out of DWMA…Either way, I need to stay in this relationship and try to work things out.

So I was just sitting in my red lounge chair, alone at home. It was just a normal summer's day and I was sulking enough to know that the word "bored" cannot describe its own meaning. I was just dying to go to summer camp, but now I see that the permission slip is all filled up and they are already full…Whatever, summer camp wasn't really my style anyways; I just wanted to be able to spend time with Kid. Suddenly, Kid burst through my (asymmetrical) doorway, panting.

"Maka!" he yelled, "You will NOT believe what I've done for you!" I jumped a little in my chair and looked at him.

"What is it?" I asked, slightly annoyed because he just barged in without a proper invitation.

"I got you on the summer camp permission slip!" he smiled. Now I was interested.

"You did?" I asked, "How?" He leaned against the doorway and smirked.

"I know people," he shrugged. I rolled my eyes and hopped off the chair I was in.

"So we're going now?" I questioned, looking down at the outfit I was wearing. It was what I wore everyday: a black tank top and a red plaid skirt. He nodded and motioned for me to follow him out the door. I looked around my house. I felt like I needed something other than just myself.

"Don't I need…camping…stuff?" I asked, scrunching my lips. He jutted a thumb towards his car that was parked outside.

"I got everything, just bring yourself," he remarked. Then his eyes fell on the little scratch I had right under my left eye from fighting a kishin the other day.

"W-what is that?" he asked, pointing at my eye as his own eye twitched. I felt my face for the cut.

"It's just a scratch," I shrugged, "No biggie." His mouth twitched a little bit.

"B-but that little scratch…It makes your face…" he got real close and whispered, "Asymmetrical." I rolled my eyes and pushed him away a bit.

"My face is not going to harm you," I sighed. He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar like it had something wrong with it.

"Whatever," he said, "I shall try to look at it too much." I rolled my eyes again and grabbed my phone off the counter as I followed him out to his car. I was surprised that he didn't pounce on me with a knife and try to cut my other eye to make the two sides of my face correspond as he screamed, "ABSOLUTE GARBAGE, IT IS JUST ABSOLUTE GARBAGE!" I hopped in the car next to him and buckled up. The campsite wasn't too far away, and we would probably make it there in less than fifteen minutes. I spent the whole car ride listening to Kid babble on about the importance of his hair being symmetrical and how he just can't seem to get the three white lines in his hair to go away with dye.

Once we FINALLY got to camp, I jumped out of the car and fist pumped. I was so happy to be out of that vehicle. But right as I got out, a boy caught my gaze. He had snowy white hair and crimson eyes that seemed to see right through me to my soul. It scared me a little to know that he was staring right into my soul and not paying attention to myself. I quickly turned away and tried to forget about him, but he was intriguing me, and, was he walking over here?! Oh death, he WAS! I pretended to be completely busy with talking to Kid as he unloaded all our crap from the truck. I felt his finger tap on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I asked, not even looking up from the box I was carrying to the storage room. He laughed a bit.

"Hey, I'm Soul," he said. And as the name implies…I thought, shaking my head.

"Erm, Hi Soul," I said. Then I pointed to my chest with my thumb.

"Maka," I said, smiling with my eyes. He nodded and smirked. His teeth that of a shark's and I was a little fearful of them. Yet I wanted to know more about this boy…Kid came back from setting the last box down and eyed Soul with one brow rose.

"Who's this (asymmetrical) person, Maka?" he asked. The word "asymmetrical" was barely audible and said quickly, but I could tell Soul still heard it.

"It's Soul, Kid. He kind of just…came to talk to me," I explained. Soul smirked. There are those teeth again…I thought. Kid huffed and grabbed my hand as he dragged me away to our tent or someplace. Soul gave me a look and then smiled as he shook his head. I could tell…This wasn't the last time I'd see him here…

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