A/N sorry for the sucky summary. . im bad at those. This is my first (but not last) Soul Eater fanfic! I dont know how good i am with writing romance so lets find out together!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater it belongs to some Japanese person with more imagination than me. Please dont sue me.

SE Chapter 1

Kid's POV

"WE CAN'T GO." I said loudly. Liz and Patty wanted to go to a party (hosted by Black*Star) that started at nine.

"OH MY LORD DEATH KID GET A GRIP." Liz screamed almost in my face.

"IT'S A CRIME AGAINST NATURE! HOW COULD HE?"

She chuckled, irritated. Then screamed, "JUST BECAUSE THE NUMBER NINE ISN'T SYMMETRICAL DOESN'T MEAN WE CAN'T GO!"

I calmed down a bit. But I was still pissed. Then I noticed something.

"K-Kid?" Liz said confused. "Why are you touching my hair?"

I sighed. Couldn't she see how simple it was? "There was a piece of hair sticking up on your head on one side and not the other. So I smoothed it down so it would be even." I then noticed there was a curl on one side of her hair and not the other. SHE STRAIGHTENS IT EVERYDAY HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?

I drug her to the bathroom and took out the straightener. "LET GO OF ME YOU PSYCHO!"

"This is necessary." I said calmly. It wasn't her fault she didn't see the important things in the world.

She sighed and I could tell she knew she would never win. I plugged in her straightener. Her straightener was top-of-the-line so it heated within seconds. I smiled and picked it up. I grabbed the diminutive curl and crushed it with the fire-hot straightener.

I felt gay styling a girls hair but who dives a d*mn.

She looked up at me with angered eyes, but she said "Thanks. I need to look my best."

I smirked. "What so you can impress Soul~?" I mocked.

It wasn't a big secret (at least to me) that Liz really, freaking, liked Soul.

A tear of sweat rolled down her forehead in embarrassed. I try to keep it from Patty because she's… kinda retarded, and would blurt it out to anyone or anything that breathes.

"Shh!" She demanded as she slapped me on my shoulder. Not soft though.

"Slap me right here." I pointed to my other shoulder. I had to be slapped symmetrically.

She gladly accepted the offer.

"Owch." I muttered as I rubbed my shoulders.

"Are we going to the party or not?" Liz asked, clearly anxious to see Soul.

I broke. "Okay." I leaned back with my hands in my pockets. "Let's go." I hated the fact that it started at 9 (d*mn Black*Star and his timing) but I couldn't keep Liz and Patty from this many events just because they didn't start at 8.

"Yay!" Liz squealed in delight. She then pulled her cell phone out and started texting, like a mad scientist very interested in trying to see if her fingers would fly off if she moved them across the keyboard fast enough.

"Let's go." See, when I actually want to leave to go somewhere, I leave RIGHT THEN. Not 2 hours after I make up my mind to go. Liz and Patty know this and they ACTUALLY try to go fast.

"Okay." Liz said. "PATTY GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE."

"YAY~~!" We heard the sing song voice of Patty.

Maka's POV

"Do I have to go Soul?" I asked mock/real pouting.

He sighed. "Yes. Lets GOOOO."

"Okay, okay." I went in my room and changed. I mean, if there was a party you would want to look your best right?

Some people would tease me that I was "dressing up for Soul" but, I actually didn't like Soul anymore. I know at one point I had been head over heals in love. But somewhere along the line that had faded, turned into a love you would feel for your brother or something. And it would be weird to be in love with your brother that's for sure. (. lol)

I looked through my clothes to wear. I'm not an ordinary girl, I don't have two closets, 8 drawers, and 3 boats full of clothes and think 'I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!' I can have 3 shirts, 2 skirts, and one dress and think 'This will last me a week!'

I took out the one dress I owned. Well I owned at least ten but they were from Papa and they made me look like a Muslim. So I chose one I bought myself for special occasions.

It went down to my knees in a purple ruffle which got darker as it went down and lighter as it went up the dress. There were pearls in a swirl around it, at the top it cut off right before a bra would show. It was sleeveless and at the top it had little ruffle like things that were unpleasant feeling to the skin. But it was beauty.

And beauty is pain.

I walked up to my mirror. In front of it there was a section for jewelry (was very small) and a little leather pouch that I always made sure to keep in a purse. I only wore purses at special occasions. It had little throwing knives in it that could inflict some serious damage when thrown or just by slashing mercilessly. I know what you are thinking, 'Why would you need weapons when you have your scythe Soul?'

That's a simple question to answer. I can't have Soul by my side every waking moment of the day. And anything could happen. I was okay at defending myself without a weapon but, any strong man (or woman) could take me down pretty easily.

Also near my mirror there was mascara and eyeliner. Two of the most needed things for a party.

After those two things were applied, I inspected my work. My emerald eyes popped out tremendously against my pale skin. I decided to keep my hair in pigtails. I thought they looked cute!

"Are you ready yet?" Soul called from the other room in his laid back attitude.

I sighed in exasperation. "Yes."

I walked out and Soul's eyes went wide. "Indeed you are." He ran to the kitchen.

Why?

I saw him with a paper towel in hand covered with nose blood.

"I LOOK THAT GOOD?" I asked rather loudly.

After he was done he looked at me again and this time no nosebleed. Good for Soul!

I have to say I'm proud of being the cause of one of his nosebleeds. I smiled.

"Stop it you look... Ahhh..."

SOUL COULDN'T EVEN INSULT ME!

"Let's go." He walked through the house quickly without looking at me.

We drove away on his motorcycle to the infamous party, Black*Star could really be a pain but he had great parties.

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