A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry for not updating for a bit. My computer crashed and well...yeah. So I've been trying to write a oneshot and I learned that I suck at them so this is the first one I've ever posted. I have more to come so look out for those too!!!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN...*sobs in corner*

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words

It was that time of year. The time when everything around you was too many degrees too hot and when bugs stalked and harassed you everywhere you went.

SUMMER

For the last two weeks or so Soul had been satisfied with just sitting and doing nothing. He had basically been reduced to a lazy bum.

Well today Maka finally put her foot down and told him to clean his pigsty of a room. He eventually complied (Who wouldn't with a book within her reach?) And after an hour or so of hard work (yes, it was that dirty) he had narrowed it down to cleaning out his drawer.

Soul dumped its contents onto the floor and then dropped down next to it. He examined everything there, surprised by how much crap he found. Bubble gum wrappers, old music scores, money...(so that's where that was!)

After getting rid of all of the trash, Soul was left with just a few easily categorized things. He began putting them away, quickly finishing the task. CD's, video games, headbands, and...pictures?

Soul spotted the old piece of paper on a whim, hardly noticing it. He had been leaving the room when it caught his eye from one of the more secluded corners. He walked over to the crinkled white paper and picked it up. A layer of dust covered it, meaning it must have been there for a while. On it was a (bad) drawing of two stick figures holding hands. One had spiky hair and what looked to be fangs and the other had on a wide smile and twin ponytails graced their head.

Soul smiled in remembrance. It had shown up on his desk one random day after class. He knew it was from Maka though cause it was signed,

To the COOLEST partner Ever

Since then he had asked her multiple times "Do you like me?" and she'd always respond with the same "Sure. A meister's gotta like her weapon, right?"

Then Soul would grunt in annoyance, making it blatantly obvious that he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

He didn't know why he kept the drawing. He could have easily drawn a better one himself, but he knew it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be from Maka, making it (basically) meaningless.

Looking at her drawing reminded him that even though when he asked her "Do you like me?" and she replied ever so tediously "Sure. A meister's gotta like her weapon, right?" that she really did care.

Soul flattened the paper before neatly folding it into a small square. When it was hidden safely away in his drawer, he left his room, smiling all the way back to the couch.

Soul didn't know why he was so fond of that picture. It was just a simple doodle, and a bad one at that, but as the saying goes 'A picture's worth a thousand words'. So he tucked it away. His silent encouragement that through anything and everything they'd always get through it. Together...and that was all he could ever ask for.

A/N: Hooray...Review....the button is ever so lonely...