Hey, this is 'Love square' and in case you might not get my terminology, I think of unrequited love as a point, mutual love as a line, a person unable to decide between two others a triangle, and someone unable to choose between three people a square... (and so on) All of them would start with the word 'love' and then state the status, such as 'love triangle' However, this fic, is about a 'love square'. Maka is finding herself unable to choose between her three best guy-friends, Soul, Kid, and Black Star (okay, not so much Black Star, but my friend made me put it in...) So please enjoy, and you don't need to read the prologue btw, it's just for people who aren't too familiar with Soul Eater...

Disclamer- I don't own Soul Eater

Prologue

My name is Maka Albarn. I'm a six-teen year old girl, who is enrolled at a local school known as Shibusen (academy for human weapons, and meisters) as a technician. My best friends' names are Black Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, Death the Kid, Chrona, and Soul. (I'll tell you a bit about them later.) I have green eyes, and a sandy tone of blonde in my hair. I am five- foot four, and I wear a short red plaid skirt with a white button up t-shirt under a tan sweater, covered by a long black trench- coat, that only has two buttons snapped together over my chest. I'm always spunky, and try my hardest in whatever I'm doing. Some of my friends (Soul) describe(s) me as a –flat chested, bookworm, that can be very violent- but I am very nice and comforting most of the time. I spend most of my time at the library, or bookstore. (Hence 'bookworm')

My weapon's name is Soul (remember?), he also attends Shibusen, and to improve our meister- weapon connection, we moved into an apartment together. (over the course of living together though, I had fallen in love in with.) He is my age, but he is a sarcastic jerk, (I would say he's a smart- ass, but the smart part doesn't really apply to him), that constantly harasses me about everything I do, but occasionally, he is sweet. (but an 'occasionally' only comes once every other day or so…) He has snow-white hair, with crimson red eyes, and towers three inches over me. His- by far- favorite word is 'cool'. He likes it so much, that sometimes, he uses it seven times in a single sentence. (Don't ask how that can be grammatically correct- I don't know.) He always wears a black and gold jacket, with a pair of dull brownish- tan jeans. On his head, he constantly wears a silly- looking headband, which had his name printed in odd writing on the front, along with a few other strange symbols. He has the ability to transform into a red and black scythe, (hence him attending an academy for human weapons).

Tsubaki was one of my kindest friends, who is also six- teen. She had extremely long black hair always pulled back into a pony- tail, with brown eyes, with a very sweet, loving, calm personality. She wears a short, yet not too revealing tan dress that was stylish, but suited for battle. She also wears dark brown boots that were given to her as a birthday present. Tsubaki was a weapon, and her meister was BlackStar. She was one inch taller than Soul, but didn't seem to make a big deal about it. She had the ability to transform into about five different weapons (an uncommon skill) but the most frequently used the one that had two hooked blades, connected with a chain.

BlackStar on the other hand was shorter than Soul by two inches, and had a hyper, egotistic personality. (His childish actions sometimes made me wonder if he was really the same age as the rest of us.) He had bright blue hair, with a star tattoo on his right arm with a turquoise color in his eyes. He wore a light colored t- shirt with a high collar, and ripped off sleeves. For pants, he had a pair of long white shorts that hung loosely at his waist. His life goal is to surpass God, but sometimes he acts as though he already has.

Death the Kid (Kid for short) was also a six-teen year old boy, who was only two inches taller than me. He had liquid gold eyes in the most beautiful shade, with black hair highlighted by the three horizontal white stripes that resided on only the left side of his head- (Which he hated because it was asymmetrical.) He wore a black and white striped suit that lied perfectly symmetrically on him. He was known be many people as the honorable son of Shinigami, and a fear-less meister. He often had 'symmetry fits'- as his friends call it- where he would have a break down about something not being symmetrical, and he would lie in a heap calling himself 'trash' or 'garbage', and saying he should 'just be erased from the world'- until someone stopped him (namely Liz…). Kid's OCD has almost never been helpful in any situation, and most of his friends are quite annoyed by it.

Kid wields two pistols (in order to be symmetrical) that are sisters, who are both about four inches taller than me. The name of the younger is Patty. She has dirty blonde hair that reaches only about an inch or two above her shoulders, and wears a short- revealing red top that exposes her entire, slender stomach, and a majority of her large chest. She wears a puffy pair of jean shorts that are- well- short. Liz is her older sister, and is almost completely the same. She had the same dirty blonde hair, but hers reached three inches past her shoulders. She wears the same top, but full-length jeans instead. Liz is much more mature, and grown up than Patty, (and more of a scaredy cat…) and is the only one who can keep the group together sometimes. Her thoughts are very collected, and could she could probably be one of the top students in her class. (That is of course, if she actually paid attention instead of doing her nails, and applying make- up during class.) She is often the only one to help Kid get over his 'symmetry fits'. Despite being over protective towards Patty, she actually flirts around a lot, and gets a new 'boyfriend' every other week or so.

The last of my group of close friends, is Chrona. She is a skinny young girl, (sadly, she doesn't even know her own age, but we treat her as if she were the same age as us) who is VERY…

Meek,

Shy,

Timid,

Bashful,

Withdrawn,

Hesitant,

Awkward,

Gloomy,

Depressed….

I could go on, but I'll stop just so the list won't make it past the single digits. But to continue with her physical description- She has frayed cotton-candy-pink hair that stands out compared to the rest of her. She always (and I mean ALWAYS) wears a (not- so slimming) black dress which has a plaid trim around the rim of her skirt, that hugs her calves. It was a long- sleeved garment, and (sadly) brought out the dull, boring blue shade of her irises. It did not help that she wore chunky black shoes, with dark socks that rose up to the top of her shins, just below her dress. Many of my friends tried to persuade her to get a new (more fashionable) wardrobe, but she refused every time. Chrona always had a slouched position, and normally reached one arm around to grasp the other when an awkward situation came up. It definitely wasn't one of her favorites, but Chrona used the term 'I don't know how to deal with this!' when ever she had a new experience (thirty-nine times daily to be exact. Chrona had just recently discovered her love for Kid, so make that forty.)

Okay, I'm sorry peoples, but I often mess up with present, verses past tense while I'm writing, so you'll get a bit confused when I'm taking about them like they're in the past, and then give a present tense... :(

Please read the next chap...