Wanted to write another SoMa, other than the one on DeviantART. Aaand…I've always wanted to write from Soul's perspective, simply because I'm so much more like Maka and I think it'd be a fun challenge. We'll see how that goes.

Also, their whole relationship is kinda based on one I had/have with one of my friends, buuuut…we won't get into that. Just read.

I watched Maka grab her backpack, then slide my keys off the counter and throw them at me. I caught them swiftly (meaning, in a perfectly cool manner that in no way involved the floor).

So, after I bent down and touched the floor for no reason, I gestured for Maka to lead the way and we left without a single word.

You know, as much…tension…as you would think Maka and I would have, we're generally quite comfortable around each other. I mean, Black*Star could (and does. Often.) say something that would (and probably should) make us super awkward, like 'Seriously, you too should just go out' and we just kinda laugh at it and shake our heads.

It's an odd relationship, Maka and I's is. I suppose the only reason I was pondering this was because her hands were around my hips and her head was resting on my back, as they were every morning as we rode to school, and it just now occurred to me that this really doesn't make me lose my mind.

I know that a relationship wouldn't really ruin our friendship, but it's like…it's like we're better as friends, making fake-jokes about having fake-sex and fake-flirting. It's hard to understand, but it works for us.

Anyways, we eventually arrived at school and walked silently into the school. Not an awkward silence. Just a comfortable, 'why should we talk if we don't have anything to say' silence.

"Yo," I said, waving my hand once at the approaching Black*Star. He grinned and waved back.

"Hey! Guess who won the WORLD RECORD last night?" He said excitedly, leaving a slightly-laughing Tsubaki motioning with her hands for him to calm down at 7:30 in the morning.

Maka coughed. "World Record for WHAT, Black*Star?"

"You know what I would win the World Record for?" I said, raising my eyebrow and smirking. Maka didn't even look over at me, just kept the same face and smacked my stomach.

"Only for the BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!" Black*Star said, punching the air.

"That's not even a real award," Maka tried, folding her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, um, Black*Star, I'm pretty sure you're not the best in the WORLD. You know, probably not even in Death City," I added. Tsubaki shook her head.

"He is in Mortal Kombat 4," She clarified. Maka and I both opened our mouths with an unspoken 'ah.'

"Hey, isn't that game like, 12 years old or something?"

"1997," Black*Star replied, still grinning. Maka widened her eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I mean. It's 14 years old."

"So?"

"Sooo…of course you're the best in the world. No one else plays it," Maka explained. Black*Star's grin faded.

"Why you gotta be such a fun-suck, Maka?" Black*Star said, jutting out his lower lip and swinging the door the Stein's classroom extremely wide, then shouting something about the 'Best Fighter in the World' arriving.

"Yeah, Maka, why you gotta put everyone down like that?" I said, smirking and poking her in the side, earning a squeak. She looked up at me and pursed her lips, then slapped my stomach again.

"Jerk."

"Fun-Suck."

"I can be fun!" She defended as we entered the classroom behind Tsubaki.

"Oh, you can be fun alright," I said, in a lower voice, raising my eyebrows and smirking again. Again, she slapped my stomach. (Honestly, I'm just kinda used to it. Plus, I have abs of steel ;])

…

"You know what I think is funny?" Liz said over her ever-laughing sister.

"Nope," I said, peeling my eyes away from Maka as we both quickly stopped our poking war to look at Liz. We were still guarding our stomachs, though, and Maka flinched as I got her in the side while she was trying to look at Liz.

"I think it's funny that you two are just friends. Like, are you just in a totally platonic flirtationship or something?"

I almost did the classic, chuckle and say 'or something', but Maka got to the reply first.

"Flirtationship?"

"Yeah. You're constantly acting like a couple but totally aren't."

"You've said totally twice in the last 4 seconds," Maka remarked, stuffing one of her apple slices into her mouth (it was lunch, after all.)

"Besides, I think you made that word up," I added, stealing Maka's snickers and popping it into my mouth. She glared.

"Why didn't you just get your own lunch?"

"Because I didn't want lunch."

"Then why are you eating my food?" She said, frustrated.

"To mess with you."

She sighed and sat criss-crossed, smacking her face with her hands. I started laughing as Liz looked between us.

"Wasn't I talking?" She said to Kid, who shrugged and drank more of his tea. Patty's laughter changed into a repeated mix between more laughter and 'Maka and Soul are ignooorring sisssyy!'. We chose to ignore her, too.

"I'm gonna frickin' make you lunch tomorrow," Maka decided, still with her arms-crossed, and still glaring at me.

"Watch him not eat it and then steal Maka's food," said Black*Star, before he started to cackle at his own joke. I smirked and nodded.

"That's probably exactly what would happen," I admitted.

Maka let out another frustrated sigh then threw a chip at me. I snatched the chip bag from the ground, holding it away from me, forcing her to lean across my lap to reach for it. It one last-ditch effort, she grabbed my extended arm and tried to pull it backwards to no avail. She deflated, still lying across my lap.

"Soul, gimme back my chips."

I smirked and dumped the bag into my mouth. Needless to say, my abs-of-steel were left unharmed when my head had been smacked by a large textbook.

…

"Soooooooooooouuuuuulll…." Maka drawled, leaning her head against the couch.

"Maaakkkaaaaaaa….." I replied, stuffing the pizza into the microwave. It may have been my dinner night, but that doesn't mean I have to cook…

"Can you bring me a soda?"

"Why can't you get it yourself?"

"Don't be difficult, just bring me a soda," She said, flailing her arm in my general direction but not looking up from her book. I shook my head and smirked.

"Yeah, yeah. So demanding, gosh," I said, still smirking. She stuck her tongue out but still didn't look up from her book.

"Mountain Dew? Coke? Dr. Pepper?" I asked, scanning the fridge.

"Soul, all we have is Coke," She said, now looking at me and leaning over the couch trying to see the inside of the fridge. I grabbed a coke.

"Well, I thought I might ask," I joked, shutting the fridge with my leg. She raised her eyebrows.

"What if I had said Mountain Dew?"

"I would've brought you a coke." She sighed again, but with a smile, and went back to her book as I brought her the coke.

"Gracias."

"Por Favor," I replied. She raised her eyebrows again.

"Soul, that means 'please',"

"Bonjour?"

"That's not even Spanish."

"It is in my dictionary!" I defended. She sighed and put a bookmark in her book, shutting it.

"Dictionary? Like, your personal Sprench Dictionary?" Maka asked, crossing her arms.

"Yes. And Bonjour is in it, just as 'Sprench' is in your's," I replied, patting her on her head and going back to the now-beeping microwave.

I grabbed us both plates and put a few slices on them, then set one in front of her and put the other one in my lap as I reached for the remote.

"Oi, Soul?" Maka said suddenly, retrieving the remote for me and placing it in my outstretched hand.

"Aa, yes?" I said, about to shove a large quantity of pizza down my throat.

"Let's watch a movie," she suggested. You know, as often as I'm sure I frustrated Maka, I got my fair share too. For instance, WWHHYY did she just hand me the remote AS she was in the process of suggesting a movie…?

I ignored the inconsistency. "I don't really care, whatever. You pick," I urged. Maka smiled.

"Okay, let's watch Abduction ((A/N: Let's pretend it's on DVD. For some reason I feel like they should watch this.))," She said, pulling out our new DVD and releasing it from its cellophane bonds.

"Maka, I heard that movie was terrible. In fact, Liz TOLD you the only thing watchable about was Taylor Lautner without…" I trailed off at Maka's 'duh' expression. Then I sighed.

"Okay, what makes you think this is watchable for ME?" I tried in one last desperate attempt to make the next 2 hours mildly bearable.

"Honestly, I don't really care if you tear your eyeballs out, as long as you can still turn into a scythe," she decided, flopping back down on the couch as the TV faded away from its common black state.

"How…caring," I mused. She moved her hand to shush me.

…

So, 106 minutes later, we were both sitting in front of the TV, stretching.

"Well that was fun," She said, allowing her arms to flop back down to her lap. I nodded.

"So it wasn't AS bad as I thought it was going to be," I admitted, adding my second Coke can to the pile of dinner trash collecting on the coffee table.

"It was good!" She said, hitting me in the stomach. I chuckled, but seceded.

"Barely." We sat in comfortable silence for a few seconds. Maka stood up with a deciding sigh and simply stared at the TV.

"I'm gonna go do homework," she informed, walking around the couch arm and down the hall. After a short flash in my head of a couple of scenes from the movie, I jumped up.

"Maka, wait—" I said suddenly, walking quickly over to her and her raised eyebrows as she turned around.

"No, I will not help you with last night's—" I interrupted her with my lips crashing into hers. Aah, I hate that phrase. It sounds so cliché. But that's pretty much exactly what I did.

She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself closer to me. My hands traveled away from her jawline and down to her waist.

I cannot tell you what made me want to do that. Maybe it was the few intense scenes between Lilly Collins and Taylor Lautner, or maybe it was just the intensity of the movie, but either way it felt like the right thing to do.

And, as Maka backed into a wall and I considered how pleasantly warms her lips were (and how oddly nice she tasted, considering the dinner we just had), I concluded it probably was.

…

And that's where our journey begins.

This chapter was a little ADD, but I figured you needed a taste of Maka and Soul's everyday life before I totally dived into drama.

Also, sorry they're a little OOC. The only personality traits they really have in the manga are Maka's dependable, hot-tempered nature and Soul's perversion, so I tried to carry that over as best I could.

Reviews are lovely!