Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or Six Feet Under the Stars by All Time Low


Six feet under the stars is a place that doesn't exist. It's a place in your mind where everything and anything is possible. It's a place with no rules or limitations. It's a place where only two people can be at a time. Where no one can judge them and no one could try to break them apart.

–Alex Gaskarth


This was as weird as it could get. Maka and I were going on a date.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that it was strange that two people so unalike were giving this whole romance thing a shot. Especially when it also dealt with our partnership as weapon and meister. I couldn't help it though. The girl was too damn cute for her own good.

Being honest with myself, I have been in love with Maka for a while now. Maybe since I met her. I don't know. It's hard to explain when exactly you fall in love with someone. I haven't told her yet. I'm gonna do it, though. Tell her, I mean. I felt my gut clench at the thought.

I was so nervous about that. Why? Wasn't I sure of my feelings for her? Well, yeah, but I wasn't sure of her feelings for me. Obviously she liked me, but I didn't know if she loved me. I don't even know if Maka could fall in love, what with her dad being a total perve and her never trusting any man.

Except for me, a small voice in the back of my head said.

I smiled at myself in the mirror at the thought. I was the only guy Maka truly trusted.

That doesn't mean she loves you, another voice whispered.

I groaned. Well, there was only one way to find out.

I walked out of my bedroom and headed towards the couch, waiting for Maka to finish getting ready. I sat there impatiently, shifting around on the cushions every few seconds. No matter which position I was in, I was still uncomfortable.

I had to deal with this torture for another twenty minutes before Maka finally came out of her room. She had dressed herself in a nice black dress that hugged her few curves. Not that I was complaining. The girl was beautiful in her own way, and tonight she looked excruciatingly gorgeous. "Wow," was all I said. I felt my gut drop. I was hardly worth her time. She was absolutely stunning, and I was…well, I'm me.

Maka rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go," she said, tugging at my arm impatiently.

"You're the one who took forever getting ready," I said, trying to play it cool. Like I wasn't sweating the entire time, hoping she wouldn't change her mind at the last second.

She blushed. "I wanted to look nice on our first date," she said indignantly. "Obviously, I did a good job of it, too. I got a response out of you, anyway." I just smiled.

It felt like forever before we reached the restaurant I had booked for tonight. We walked since it was just down the street, and Maka complained that my bike would have ruined her hair, which she had apparently took forever to perfect.

We didn't hold hands or anything. Not yet. Maybe once the night was done.

We arrived at the restaurant and took our seats at the table. The waiter was a little too flirty with Maka. I grumbled my order to him, and Maka, oblivious as ever, cheerfully ordered. Once he was gone, I told her he was flirting with her.

"What?" she asked completely surprised. "Why would he do that when I'm obviously on a date?"

I shrugged. "Don't know, but if he doesn't stop soon, he might not make it till tomorrow."

"Soul!" she exclaimed. "Don't do that. He's just a guy."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. He still shouldn't be flirting with my girl." The words slipped out of my mouth. I looked to her nervously, but I had nothing to worry about. She was blushing, with a small smile on her face.

"Your girl, huh?"

I shrugged again. "Why not?" She turned even redder, if that was possible.

The rest of the date went well. We talked, we laughed. It was perfect. Especially since we already knew each other so well, we didn't need to make up crap like most first dates. The only thing that got to me was that waiter. The waiter didn't stop flirting, but Maka ignored him when she could for the rest of the night. Instead, I did most of the talking to him, and he did not get a very good tip.

Once we left the restaurant, Maka even slipped her hand in mine. It wasn't that unusual, but this was under a different context. We were together, as a couple, not as partners. It felt right, walking her home, hand in hand.


A/N: This is technically a song fic. I got the inspiration for these stories from songs, ones that gave me SoMa feels. You don't need to know the songs to read it, though, no lyrics involved. Each part is just named after the song they were inspired by.:)