Not once did I ever think that this would ever happen to me. In my eyes, it just seemed close to impossible. But lately, I've been feeling so different when I'm around him. My heart races, I get chills from being around him, I'm always thinking about him if I'm with him or not. My cheeks become red at the very sight of him, and I get embarrassed when someone says his name around me.

He and I have always been close, but I never thought that I would ever have these feels for him. The irresponsible goofball that I live with that is both my best friend, and my weapon, is the very man that I'm madly in love with. I don't know how but it just...happened. I can never stop thinking about Soul and honestly, I don't mind. Thinking of him calms me and there is nothing better than a calm feeling. It's not a distracting thing either but just more of a sweet memory that I can take everywhere with me. I do such a good job of hiding it that people, not even Soul, know how I feel about him. But every once in a while I do think about telling him, but I never make it to that point. Never.

I think to myself, what is it that I like about him? But so many things rush into my mind at once that I never know how to organize it in my head!

But with every positive, there is a genitive.

Soul sees me as nothing more than his best friend and miester. Even though he can no long talk about how I'm flat chested or had no type of female body, he still just sees me the same way. I try to always but thoughts in my head that maybe he does it just because it's him, but something is telling me that he is not interested. Could that be the reason that I have never talked to him about this? Maybe. Who knows? But one day, I might get the courage to tell him, but right now, I'm going to keep it to myself.

"Soul! I'm home!" Maka called out to him walking through the door of their apartment.

Soul and Maka were still the same and were the best of friends. They were now in their early twenties and Soul was finally a death scythe. Maka was a tutor at the DWMA and Soul was just Soul. Nothing has changed about them really over the years. The only thing that has changed is their appearances.

Soul was a lot more build with broad shoulders and towered over Maka. His snowy white hair was still spiky but a little more tamed than it has been in the past. His voice was deeper and made girls melt from the very sound of it. He's covered in a few more scars from many other battles that he and Maka have been in other the years, but he thought they looked cool. Maka on the other hand had developed some curves over the years and a chest at that. One that was not super huge like Tsubaki but still big enough to make guys stop and stare at her. She ditched the to ponytails years ago and just let's her long hair flow down her back. She still wore skirts and dressed the same, but more of the woman that she'd now become. She was modest and clean and that is what people liked about her.

"Hey Maka! Just in time for dinner." Soul chimed from the kitchen.

She loved it when Soul made dinner. Not only was he a heart throb, but he was an amazing cook to. But tonight, he just kept it simple with spaghetti and garlic bread.

Maka sat down at the table and inhaled that amazing smell of the food. She was tired and hungry and right now, food was the first thing that was on her mind. Soul had the food on the table and grabbed a couple of plates and forks.

Maka was watching him as he walked over to the table and it was as if he was walking in slow motion to her. She could see every muscle through his shirt and she didn't mind the view. His walked was slightly swayed and she loved it. Her mind went to what was under his shirt. Oh how she just wanted to ripped it off him and claim his beautiful body as hers and no other woman would even dare to look at him. But her thoughts would only remain thoughts if she didn't do something about it.

"You okay, Maka? You look like something is on your mind."

She snapped out of her dazed and noticed that Soul was sitting at the table with a mouth full of spaghetti. She reached over and began to fill her own plate with spaghetti.

"I'm fine, Soul. Don't worry about it."

"Liar." He said taking in another mouthful of food.

"What was that?" he snapped but he wasn't surprised. Lately, she'd been really defensive on the dumbest things and he things that it's just lots of stress. So he just deals with it the best he can.

"I said 'liar'. I know that something is bothering you. You have been acting moody for the past few weeks. What the hell is wrong with you?" Soul was annoyed at this point with her and Maka knew it. But she was going to hold off telling him as much as possible.

"Nothing, it's nothing to worry to worry about Soul."

"Then why have you been acting so defensive lately? I don't think you have ever been like this."

"Just...don't worry about it."

Soul was confused and wanted to know what was bothering her. It had to be more than just stress now that he thought about it. But with her, there was almost no telling what was wrong. She was going to tell him sooner or later and when she did, he was going to be there to listen.

"Whatever..."

He stood up and began to walk to the door way of the kitchen. It was no surprise to her since it was her turn to do the dishes tonight. But the tone of his voice is what was worrying her. He sounded annoyed with her and was just not wanting to be around her anymore. That was like a stab in the heart to her. She didn't want that feeling in her chest. It was painful and she hated that feeling. It made her scared that she was going to lose him eventually and that was something that she didn't want to think about at all.

He stood in the doorway and turned his head to her. She was alert was trying to guess what he was going to sat to her. But as usual now, she didn't know how to read him and sometimes, vice versa.

"Yu know where to find me if you ever need to talk. Night."

"N-Night!" Her voice had cracked and sounded higher than she wanted it to. She mentally kicked herself for doing that in front of him. He thought that it was kinda cute but instead, just laughed at her.

"You know something Maka, sometimes, even you have a cute side." without waiting for an answer, he flashed her a quick smile and retreated to his room to turn in for the night.

Maka was siting there with a dumb smile on her face at the fact that he'd called her cute. She sat there daydreaming about the many thoughts of Soul and her confidence was boosted to the stars.

Oh yeah. I'm going to tell him real soon.

Hello Readers! Hope that you like the first chapter! I have been wanting to write a Soul Eater fanfic for the longest time but nothing seemed to pop into my head. But after listening to music I found my inspiration to write! If you like Black Butler check out my Black Butler fanfic called A little more time. ell that's all I have for right now. Hopefully you will continue to read this to the very end and love every word of it. Thanks again for reading! R&R please!