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He's doing it again diary. For the past week he's been avoiding me like the plauge...not that I've been any diffrent. I mean now that I've read over all my exerts and stuff from when we first started being partners I've realized the small bits and jabs at me. But the question still remains, how can he, a cool, smart, and even popular deathsythe like me? A poor, flatchested, stubborn bookworm let alone love me. Yes I know I've been fantasising about him since for ever to you but that's just fantasy. Wait he's looking at me...Crap when did he get those muscles?

"OI, Maka got any laundry I'm fixing to start some." Soul explains as he leaned over me. WHACK! Oops, my bad. Ok so maybe putting a book in my secret lovers head when he DIDNT deserve it wasnt such a good idea.

"Maka..Pain...Bad...Blood." I hear him moan from our blood puddled floor.

"My bad I'm sorry it's reflex." I yelp as I try and help him up. I know stop yelling. No stop crying stupid girl...Great now he's looking at me wierd. Bet he thinks I'm so uncool now. Huh? Why is he hugging me? Oh wait now he's talking to me.

"Stop crying dummy. I'm not dead." why the hell would he say that. All that tells me is that I could kill him. K so that deserves a book to the head. Then again what did this just accomplish aside from one giving Soul a headache and two...ok so this was just stress release for me.

"Sorry Soul but you deserved that one." I say before getting up to retrive my cloths for HIM to wash careful to keep my more private clothing out of the mix.

"Maka I think half my brain is comeing out my nose!" I hear Soul call me from the livingroom.

"Do you feel like Blackstar yet?" I reply back. The silence from him lets me know he's thinking which means no permenant damage.

"Why would I feel like him?" Soul asks as he walks into my room. I hand him the cloths before giving my answer.

"He's been loseing braincells since I could hold a book." I leave him looking puzzled as I make my way to the front door. Before I open it though I turn making sure he's within earshot before I speak.

"I'm leaving for my date with papa. Oh and Soul your right. I'm YOUR angel." I rush out the door before he can reply. I know he's looking pretty dumb right now.