Maka was quietly sitting at her desk with an open book at 5:47. She read over the printed words but her mind was wandering as she was mindlessly reading the words, she thought to herself. I wonder how Soul is? He hasn't called me today. The last time we talked was yesterday.
Soul was currently in Orlando, Florida with his family, the Evans. He wasn't going to come back Death City until Wednesday and it was Saturday. Maka couldn't stop wondering, waiting and thinking about his return. She shut her book in frustration. It was useless for her to try to take her mind off of it. Reading was useless, she called Black Star twice with no answer, Kid was on a mission, Blair was at work and even her Papa wasn't around. She didn't know if he was busy with the tasks of a Death Scythe or if was just messing around and she didn't really want to know. She sighed and pushed her book away.
Even so, she needed to let some the anxiety out. Dear Shingami, she missed him. But what was she suppose to do when they're over hundreds of miles away? She ran her fingers through her hair and glanced at the pencil and stack of blank paper in the corner of her desk. Maka slid the paper in front of her and picked up the pencil. She tapped at her chin with the pencil and stared at the blank sheets then started to write.

Miles away by: Maka Albarn-

She wanted to write about Soul's trip and her thoughts but she didn't want to directly talk about them. Maka thought for a moment and continued.

In Southern California, a girl and a traveling boy had become great, trusting friends-

Maka stopped again. Names, she thought. Names. What are their names? Mary? Steven? No, too close to our names. Ah, I got it!

Ashley and Johnson were very close and rarely ever left each other's sides. Ashley always trusted him and Johnson was always ready to defend her. They truly had a pure friendship.
One day, Johnson had gotten a letter from his family in New York. They were inviting him to a trip to Ohio. He was reluctant about the idea but Ashley insisted. She wanted him to enjoy relaxing with his family especially since she couldn't get along with her father. She wanted him to least spend time with his loving family. With that, he got his things and went on the car ride to Ohio with his family.
Those next two weeks, Ashley was either out to eat with her father, hanging out with friends or on the computer. She would be on the computer looking for ways to communicate with Johnson as she gradually began to miss him more and more. It would bring her such relief as he called her. They would update each other on what they've been doing, laugh about inside jokes and talk for as high as an hour straight. That Saturday, as they talked on the phone, Johnson told her that he wouldn't be coming back until Wednesday instead of Monday, so Ashley wasn't very happy about that but held her tongue. Also, she was suppose to go and take a shower soon but she wanted to savor their calls until he got back, so she waited a little longer. Finally, they hung up. As she set down the phone, she thought, I can't wait for you to come back, and headed for the bathroom-

Maka stopped. That's all that happened. There's not much more to write about-
She stopped in mid-thought as worry rose and she gripped her pencil. Crap, she thought. I'm thinking of worst case scenario about the trip. She looked back down at the page and kept writing.

That Monday night, Johnson and his family arrived at their large house in New York. They grabbed their things and walked inside. As he entered through the front door, his mother to him with a smile and said,
"It's good to have you back home, sweetheart."

Ashley was sitting at her desk late at night with her small lamp turned on. She had her fingers through her hair and was staring wide-eyed at the desk with worry. It was already Thursday and he still hadn't come back. She called him countless times but there would either be no answer or his brother would answer and tell her that he was either swimming, out running or busy.
Ashley sighed and set her head down on the desk.

Maka paused. She thought about Soul and thought and thought. She reviewed everything she knew about him before continuing with determination.

Friday afternoon, Johnson walked back into his from dinner and saw his phone on the drawer. He picked it up and checked his messages. With a shock, he found 12 messages all from Ashley. Ashley…he thought in his head. He was going to start thinking of a way back to California but stopped as he remembered all the fun he's been having with his family.
He lowered his head and dropped his hand, which held the phone, to his side.

Late that night, Johnson had packed his things and soon snuck out of the door. In his pocket was a bus ticket.

Early that Saturday Morning, Ashley was in the kitchen pouring some coffee for herself when she heard the door open. She looked over at the front door and saw Johnson carrying a bag over his shoulder. She nearly dropped the mug in surprise, but she instead carefully set it on the counter. She looked back over at Johnson, who smiled at her, and she rushed over to him. He dropped his bag to the ground and they embraced in a hug.
"Ashley, I'm sorry it took me so long to get back," he apologized with his arms around her.
"It's okay," she replied with her face buried in his chest, "it doesn't matter. You're back now. That's all that I'm concerned about."

Maka stopped there and set down her pencil in satisfaction. There didn't seem to be any need to continue. She might type up on her computer and post it on the internet later. She looked over at the sunset past her window and thought, I wonder if that would actually happen? Probably not. If it did, would he do the same thing? Probably. She smiled.
Soul, I can't wait for you to get back.

Moon's Meow: An old fanfic from 2009 that I dug up. It was pretty good, at the time that I wrote it, of course. This isn't anything that I expect any real critiques for. Just a piece of fluff for those who want it.