"Soul, where's the milk?"

"What do you mean?" Soul looked up from the T.V. to see Maka looking at him, fridge door open. Uh-oh. "What do you mean, "what do you mean"? There's no bread in here either!" Not again. "Uhm…." Was my only reply.

"SOUL! If you keep forgetting to get groceries when it's YOUR turn, I'm going to chop you so hard you'll be feeling it for years!"

"Chill out, Maka! I'll go to the store now! But I'm pretty sure this is all your fault!"

"MY FAULT?! How is this my fault?! It's your week to shop, I did it last week!"

"You call buying yourself soap and new pencils grocery shopping! You didn't even buy food!"

"We didn't need any! But we need it now!"

"You should have stocked up!"

You think this is bad? Well, it's been getting worse and worse. When Maka and I first met we got along great. She was shyer too. But we'd joke around, go places, and actually have fun. It's been a while since then. I'm not even sure when it happened. But it was probably somewhere around the first Maka-Chop. I may or may not have been ogling a hot chick during one of our practices. She had a nice rack, okay?!

Anyway, lately our fights have been getting louder, longer, and about the most ridiculous stuff. It's like the older we get, the more we fight. I don't know what to do anymore. Maka is a great Meister, she's smart, studious, clever, pretty. I don't know what's going on. "Fine! I'll go out and get them myself if you're going to be such a freaking asshole about it!" And with that she slammed the door. I sighed angrily and fell against the couch. I can't keep doing this. "Mrow?" I look down and Blair is staring at me from the floor. "Need some comfort, Scythey Boy?" I look down at her straight faced, then get up and head to my room. I don't have time for her either.

What a dickhead! Making me do the grocery shopping, when clearly it's HIS turn! I sigh because it's all the steam I have left in me. I pick up the things we need and head to the checkout. Me and Soul actually used to grocery shop together, back when we first moved in. We were only 14 then, wow, that was 5 years ago! Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. But, we're not having fun, and I'm not exactly sure when the fun stopped. All I know is that I really like Soul. A lot. He's been a good friend and a great weapon, it's just all the fighting has made us worse in combat and at home. Ugh. It's like we're an old, sick-of-each-other married couple. And we're not even together.

"Ma'am?"

"Huh?"

"Your total is $46.87." he cashier repeated. "Oh, sorry." I hate looking like a fool. When I go back home, Soul was in his room. He should just stay there for good.

"Why are you frowning so hard? You're going to get premature wrinkles you know. And with an A size cup, that's the last thing you need." Blair said from her place on the kitchen table, still in cat form. I defended myself, crossing my arms over my chest. "At least I have a cup size now! I'm one size short from a B you know!" Blair made a purring noise that sounded like a giggle, "Either way, the frowning is still no good. Care to share?"

"You live here too, Blair. I didn't think you'd have to ask what the problem is."

"I just think you should say it." I looked at Blair. The cat had been a lot of trouble for awhile. Walking around naked, bringing men over, seducing Soul, poking fun at me, but she was more of a friend now, and she was older. She was actually starting to settle down. "Soul is just such a…PAIN!" I let go. "He's always being lazy, never helps, he's always gone and I have no idea where he's going! I have to do everything for him and he never helps me out! I just can't believe he thinks he's too good to go grocery shopping! 'Oh, I'm Soul! I'm lazy and super cool, so I can just do whatever I want!' UGH!"

I was huffing and puffing by the end of my speech. Blair was staring at me wide eyed. "Feel better?" she asked. "A little, yeah. Thanks." I continued to put groceries away, "Ya know, you should tell Soul how you feel."

"Oh believe me, I have." I say without turning away from my work. "No, I mean about how you miss him." I stop what I'm doing and turn to face Blair. "What?"

She cocks her head to the side, which is really cute, and says, "How you miss him. You said he's always wandering off without saying anything. And you don't like the fighting, right? So, you miss how it used to be." I'm stunned. Is that what Blair got from my ranting. That makes no sense. I start to say something, but she jumps of the table and starts to walk away. "Just something to consider, Maka, dear."