"MOM!" I yelled from my room.

"What honey?" came the gentle voice of my mom.

"Can I hang out with Ace for a few hours?"

"Is everything done that needs to be done?"

"Yes mom."

"Be back in time for dinner."

"Okay, thanks Mom!"

I leapt off my bed, slid my shoes on, and bounded down the stairs. Ace is Kid and Liz's kid. I've known him for essentially my whole life. He's pretty cool, he's nothing like his mom though. He loves symmetry and all the other stuff his dad likes, aside from falling flat on his face when he notices something that is asymmetrical. I'm older than him by a little over a year and a half. And he's kind of hot, if you ask me.

"Hey dad, is it cool if I take your bike?" I asked as I waltzed into the kitchen.

"Uhh, no," he repiled. "And last I checked, missy, you haven't been taught how to drive one of those things yet.

"Ugh, dad. You seem to forget that mom also knows how to drive those things and ha-"

"No means no Annalin Rose."

I stiffened. He never calls me Annalin Rose unless he's angered or closing a subject of conversation that's he's had enough of. After I let out a groan, I swipped the keys to the lambourghini off the counter and walked to the garage, cursing my dad under my breath. I heard my mom coming down the stairs as I opened the garage door and almost slammed the button to open it. She's taught me almost everything I need to know about being a meister as soon as she saw me throwing knives and other dangerous things at a piece of foam in my room. My dad, well, we're not sure if I'm also a weapon so he hasn't taught me much about it.

"He's so over protective of me," I mumbled as I drove to Ace's place. "Im not a baby anymore. I'm 16 and have become pretty lethal with throwing knives and other sharp objects over the past year and a half, so he has no legitamit reason to not let me do things I want to do."

I ranted to myself the entire drive, stopping only when I decided I needed to turn on music to help calm me down. I popped a My Chemical Romance CD into the player and blasted it, not caring if it earned me irritated looks from people. I'm an Evans and my last name holds such a large amount of respect that I can do whatever I want as long as it doesn't tarnish it's reputation.

Walking up to the door of Ace's house sent a mix of emotions through my body. From eagerness to nervousness. I didn't know why I felt the way I did, even after having done this a billion other times in the past without a problem.

Ding dong! Dead dong!

I heard the sound of the door bell as it reverberated inside the mansion. I felt my hands go cold when I could faintly hear approaching foot steps on the other side of the door. Seconds later, the lock clicked and the door opened, leaving me stuned as I realized who was holding the door open for me.

"Hey, Annalin," came Ace's gentle voice, taking me out of my stuned state. "C'mon in. Father and mother are in the dinning hall, talking about adult things that bore me."

"H-hi, Ace," I stammered as heat rushed to my face, painting it a light shade of red.

XXX

(Soul's POV)

After Annalin left I walked over to Maka, pulling her into a hug as I let a small sigh escape my lips. She looked up at me and gave a small, sweet smile before she kissed me lightly.

"Babe, because you're so sweet and loving, could you go check on Jason please?" she begged.

I rolled my eyes, giving a sigh as I reluctantly let go of her to go check on the 12 year old. He's the exact opposite of his 16 year old sister. Infact, he has no interrest in finding out if he's a meister, weapon, or neither. Rather, he preferes to sit in his room and play video games.

"Jace?" I asked as I approached his room. "What are you doing bud?"

"Dad, why do you check on me? I'm 12, not 5. Like really, it's getting a bit annoying," he replied.

"You know, you're not the only one who doesn't enjoy this? It's your mother that keeps insisting we check on you and I only comply to avoid conflict."

He huffed and burried his nose in his video games.

XXX

Ace and I had gone upstairs to his room where we both flopped down on top of his bed. His room smelled a bit too warm and sweet for it belonging to a boy, but it was better than smelling that stuff that my dad wears. I don't know how my mom likes that smell, but love does things to your head.

"So Ann, what brings you here?" he asked as he rolled over so he could see my face.

"Oh, y'know, wanting to get away from the walls of my house and just talk about stuff with someone my age," I sighed.

"What kind of stuff?"

Now it was my turn to roll over onto my side to see his face. "Umm, I dunno. Crushes, life, family, school."

"Oh."

He shifted his body closer to me, his golden eyes never leaving my face. In the dim lighting of his room, I could faintly make out a light pink shade on his almost porcelain skin. Without thinking, I sat up and laid his head in my lap so he was looking up at me and I down at him, allowing me to take in his breath taking features that gave him the look of a normal person with the beauty of being a reapers kid.

"Well, how about we start with crushes, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah. You first," I replied.

"Well, there's this one girl I've known for a while, basically my entire life. She has an amazing smile. Umm...her eyes sparkle in any light setting. She's perfect in every way imaginable. I've liked her for the past 2 years, actually more like 3 but I didn't know it at that time. Her hair is never actually in any style because it takes her forever to brush it out and make it look decent. And she has this personality that just cannot be found anywhere else on the planet."

"What's her name?"

"I call her a lot of names, mostly odd ball and bookworm."

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized he was talking about me. All these years of me oogling over him silently when we would hang out at the park or mall, and I never realized he did the same.

I sighed. "Okay, my turn." I took in a long breath, trying to keep my cool. "Umm, well, the guy I like has a very unique way if viewing the world. He isn't afraid to talk to me when he sees me throwing knives at a target. There's this certain element in his style of dressing that just draws me closer to him. His eyes are like none I've ever seen. And I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember."

Now it was his turn to blush. Sixteen years of knowing eachother and hoping the other felt the same towards them. Sixteen years of being goof balls and doing things that couples normally do and not even knowing it. Sixteen years of...love and pure joy.

"Ace," I began as tears filled my eyes.

"Annalin, I..." he whispered.

"I know."

I wiped a tear from his cheek and brushed his silvery hair out of his face, his 2 stripes becoming a gumble of blonde. One of his hands reached up to my face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear and rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

"Annalin Rose Evans, is her name," he said. "And she is the girl I've loved for 3 years."

"And Ace Brandon Death is the name of the boy I've loved for as long as I can remember," I said as my smile became loud and clear in my voice.

"Come here you."

I squealed as I felt him gentlely place his lips on mine. It was my first kiss, so I felt a bit awkward not knowing what to do. I felt my eyes flutter closed and my hands found their place tangled in his hair. He broke it only to take a breath and sit up and put me in his lap. I crashed my lips onto his as I became more and more figity by the second. He gasped when he felt my hands travel down from his hair to his shoulders and then to his chest.

"Annalin, don't be getting frisky now," he cooed breaking the kiss.

"Sorry, it's just you're so...so attractive and perfect it's hard not to," I half whispered.

He nuzzled his face into my neck and gently kissed it before pulling me into one of the best hugs ever.

"I love you," he muttered against my skin.

"I love you too," I muttered as I pulled myself closer to him.