Hey y'all! It's been a while since I did SoMa Week (from Tumblr), since 2015 in fact. I wanted to do it for 2016-2018 but I was busy with high school and transitioning into college and I missed it every year, lol. But now that I finally have some sort of time on my hands I was quick to make sure that I participated in SoMa Week this year.

If you look through my stories you will see that I have done SoMa week for 2015 and (even though my writing was kinda cringy back then) I remembered how much fun I had writing all the cool prompts for one of my favorite ships.

And here I am years later to have some fun again!

So here's the first theme for day 1, which is "2 A.M." so please enjoy! This one is an A.U. by the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater in any way! Totally not my work or creation.

2 A.M.

The speck of lights in the night sky shined, complementing the full moon as it illuminated the surrounding darkness. Maka was walking home on the sandy sidewalk from work, the local Death City bar. The bar was near downtown, so it was a fifteen-minute walk from her apartment. Unfortunately, she had to be the last one to close up the shop, which meant she had to walk home alone. She hated it due to obvious reasons, but closing up the bar gave her a bonus in her check, so she just sucked it up and did it anyway.

Maka didn't really like her job as a waitress, it was her night job since she had another job that she works during the day. But she needed the money since she was living alone in the big city. Big city's living expenses tend to be ridiculously high and Maka's day job wasn't enough to pay for the constant bills and necessities. So, she worked at the local Death City book store during the day and worked as a waitress at the Death City bar at night. Honestly, it tires her out sometimes, but she needed the cash to keep up with her expenses. So she just pushes through the struggle of having two jobs back to back.

Living in a big city was way more expensive than living back home in the countryside. She moved from home years ago because her parents found better jobs in Death City. They moved here seven years ago when Maka was a sophomore in high school. Years later she moved out, graduated from college and began to look for jobs to start work. So that she can live an independent life, away from her parents, just until she gets her writing career up and going when she releases her first book. Although Maka loves living in a big city and made a good handful of friends here, she still has to get used to the larger than life city, Death City, Nevada.

Walking along the sandy trails, the smell of the beach nearby teased her nose. The cool wind blew gently in the air, causing her dirty blond hair to brush across her face. Maka took her hand and brushed loose strands out of her way, making it gently flow backward behind her head. On her left was the street, with a couple of cars passing by her every few minutes. To her left was the sandy hill of the beach, with the ocean waves gently moving its tides in the distance.

Maka looked to her left to take a look at the waves, but instead, she noticed a body lying on the sand. She stopped in her tracks and turned completely to her right to see if her vision wasn't playing tricks on her. She rubbed the fatigue out of her eyes and looked closer to see if what she saw was real.

There was someone lying down on the sandy hill, Maka held her breath when she didn't see them moving. As she looked closer, she saw their body frame move up and down, indicating that they were breathing. Maka sighed with relief as her heart calmed down. She remained in place, but something within her wanted to walk up and wake them up. Even though the logic side of her mind told her not too.

"They could be homeless..."

"They could be a serial killer..."

"They could be possibly a rapist..."

All of these thoughts ran around in Maka's mind, holding her back from walking over to the stranger. But something in her heart made the sleeping stranger look alluring and mysterious. She doesn't really know what was going on with her today, she usually stays away from these situations. The girl barely lets her heart influence her way of thinking and lets her brain be the one mostly in control of her actions.

But this time...

"Care to join me, stalker?"

Maka jumped as soon as she heard the sleeping man's voice. She didn't know he was awake. The guy sat up and turned around to her. Maka's eyes widen as she instantly recognized him. He wore his well-known smirk when he noticed the surprised expression on her face.

"Sup, Maka." the sleeping man greeted.

Maka's eyebrows perked up. So, her memory wasn't playing tricks on her, it was exactly who she thought it was.

"Soul..." Maka said, in disbelief.

"Long time, no speak." Soul said, taking a good look at her.

Maka rubbed the back of her head with an embarrassed smile. "Yeah. I never would have thought I'd see you again. Is it really you Soul?"

Soul pointed his thumb to his chest. "In the flesh."

Maka lightly chuckled as she shook her head. Never in a million years would she would have believed that she would see her old friend from high school years later. Soul was a good friend of hers and practically was the first friend she ever made when she first moved to Death City. They always had a pretty good friendship and got through the struggles of high school together. After they graduated, they tried to keep in touch for about a good year. But like most high school friendships they slowly stopped speaking to each other, due to the busy life of adulthood.

Although it was no hard feelings between them when they loss touch. They never had a fight about it and their friendship never felt one-sided for either of them. They just slowly loss touch due to them not seeing each other every day like before. Despite that, neither of them felt malice for one another and still held their friendship close to each of their hearts.

Maka took a good look at him, he didn't really change that much from five years ago. His white hair was shorter and more tamed. His body looked more muscular and broader, also with him looking a little taller too. His ruby eyes were still the same and the bags he used to have under his eyes were gone. Maka noticed the slight white stubble on his face that gave him more of a "manly" look. In conclusion, Soul grew up and he looked quite handsome. Not that he wasn't handsome five years ago, but now that he was a grown man, he had this mature handsomeness that he possessed.

Soul patted a spot right next to him, inviting her to sit. "Care to join me?"

Maka made a small smile and walked over the hill, sitting on the sand next to her old friend. She placed her bag on her right since the Soul was on her left. Taking out her phone she quickly checked the time on her bright screen.

2:00 A.M.

Maka put her phone in her bag and turned to her old classmate. The sound of the waves gave them a peaceful moment of silence with the full moon shining its white light in the distance.

"So, is there's a reason you're lying on the beach in the middle of the night?" Maka asked with a teasing smile.

Soul let out a deep chuckle before staring up at the night sky. "My girlfriend broke up...well I guess you can say I dumped her first. It was about four weeks ago and you would think I would start to move on by now. But sadly, I can't stop feeling sad about it and it honestly sucks. I didn't want to think about it anymore so I decided to go to the beach to try to forget about the heartbreak. I just want to get it out of my mind, even if it's just for a little while."

Maka turned to him. "Wait, why did you dump her?"

Soul sighed, "I caught her cheating on me with this guy from her job."

"And how long have you've been dating her?" Maka asked.

Soul thought about the question for a few seconds to remember. "Uh...about two years."

"Wow, what a bitch..."

Soul nodded, "That's a nice way of putting it."

Maka gave him a sympathetic look and patted his back. "I'm sorry Soul, no one deserves that."

After a moment of silence, Soul laid back down on the sand and scanned the sprinkle of stars. "I'm slowly getting over it. Our chemistry was slowly dying off anyway and I kind of noticed she was cheating on me beforehand. Especially when she kept rain checking our dates and coming home around ungodly hours in the morning. It still sucks though, since we've been together for a long time."

"Well, it's her loss nevertheless," Maka responded.

He played with the sand by making small circles with his index finger. "It's whatever..."

"No, it's not whatever. Any girl would be lucky to have a guy like you. She's gonna regret doing that to you one day. Just give it a few months." Maka reassured.

Soul smirked as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "She already does. She was constantly blowing up my phone all week. I blocked her number though because nothing is going to change my mind to take her back."

"Good for you, you got to remember your self-worth and what you deserve," Maka said, proud of him.

Soul agreed and took a good look at her once again. He noticed that she didn't really change that much since high school. She stopped wearing her hair in pigtails and now wears her hair down long. Her body was still petite but she noticeably grew small curves at least, making her look more of a woman. She still didn't wear makeup, keeping her face bare and natural. In conclusion, Maka was still the same old Maka, but with a grown-up feel to her.

Soul smirked.

"Enough about me. What about you, Albarn? What have you been doing these past five years?" he asked.

Maka looked at him for a second before turning her attention to the calm waves. "Well I graduated college last year and I'm currently working two jobs so I can keep paying off my expensive apartment. Just until I can get my actual career up and going. Nothing spectacular, just boring adulting type of stuff."

"Do you get any sleep, at all?" Soul asked with concern.

"Barely. I sleep for about five to six hours at most. Usually, I work at the book store in the late morning and get off around 5. Then I just come home and get ready for my night shift at the bar that starts around 8."

Soul sighed, "You're going to burn yourself out one day, y' know that right?"

Maka made a nervous chuckle, "Hasn't happened to me yet, thankfully. You know I'm a machine when it comes to multitasking and juggling things."

"What's your career anyway?" he asked out of curiosity.

Maka playfully cupped grains of sand in her palms. "I want to be a successful author one day. "

Soul nodded, understanding. "Figures...you always did love to write. Even back in high school."

"Writing is the only passion I feel in life and many people said I'm really good at it. I just need to finish writing my first book and find a good publisher and my ultimate dream could come true."

"How far are you in writing your first book?" Soul asked.

Maka hummed, "I just need to write the last two chapters and I'll be done with the first draft. But I still need to rewrite it and edit it so that I can clean up the story and make it sound readable."

Soul gave her a small smile when he turned to her. "Well, at least you have some sort of path laid out for yourself. I should know that being confused about your future is not cool at all."

Maka turned to him. "What do you want to do in the future?"

"I'm trying to own my own motorcycle shop, one day," he admitted.

"Wow, really?" Maka face perked up.

Soul nodded as he poked out his bottom lip.

Maka lightly giggled, "Sounds like something you would do, now that I think about it."

"Yep, that's my basic dream. Not as cool as yours but it's my main goal at the moment." Soul said.

"Oh please Soul, your dreams sound cooler than mine. At least you're probably good at working and dealing with motorcycles. Meanwhile, I just suck at my writing skills." Maka admitted.

"Shut up Maka, you're obviously lying to me and yourself. I remember one of your stories was so well-written that you won first place for that short story contest during Senior year. Stop being so insecure at what you're actually good at."

Maka gave him a worried look. "You really think my writing is good enough for publishing?"

Soul chuckled, "I know so. I'm no frequent reader so I don't know what popular these days. But what I do know is that I will most likely see one of your works on the book store shelves one day."

Maka made a surprised expression after she heard that.

Soul was the first person who openly supported her dreams. Maka's mother told her that no money comes with being an author and her father doesn't really understand her love for writing. And her friends are so involved in their own lives that they don't really have time to give their support. Soul was the only one who took the time to actually listen to her and give her words of encouragement.

Maka's face softened as she looked at him.

"Thank you, Soul."

Soul smirked as sat up to ruffle her hair. "No problem, bookworm."

"Oh and I wish you good luck with your motorcycle shop dreams as well. Knowing you, I know you are going to own a really good one someday. Probably sooner than you think." She encouraged, winking at him.

Soul simply shrugged, giving her an amused smile. "We'll have to see."

After their conversation, they sat silently for a moment once again. Since they caught up the awkward silence from before now became a comfortable one. Maka pushed her hair back due to heavy winds and turned her attention back to Soul.

"Soul?"

One of Soul's eyebrows perked up. "Hmmm?"

"That whore you dated really loss a good one. I hope you know that."

Soul chuckled, closing his eyes in bliss. "I suppose so."

ooo

Soul walked Maka home since he refused to let her walk home alone at night. They caught up more and reminded each other with fond stories that they had together during their high school days. They even exchanged their new numbers so they can keep in touch with each other. When they reach the front door of Maka's apartment, she took out her keys and tried to unlock her door. Once she successfully unlocked it, she turned around to Soul.

"Thanks for walking me home. I really hate it when I have to walk home alone at night, but I have no one to walk with me since I always the last one to close the bar. So I really appreciate it." Maka thanked him.

"It's cool. I just know that Death City gets a little crazy at night. It's basically an invitation for creeps and criminals to roam around." Soul said.

Maka sighed, "You got that right."

After a few seconds of silence, Soul rubbed the back of his head. "So... I'll, uh, see you later then."

Maka suddenly felt a little disappointed. Something within her wanted to talk to him longer. She hasn't seen him in five years and they loss touch after all. But she nodded with a smile and accepted the current change of events.

"Yeah, sure. Once again thank you for everything. Have a good rest of your night." She said.

Soul nodded with a small smile and began to walk off. Maka watched him leave as she was about to walk inside her apartment. As Soul walked away, something within told him to turn around and talk to Maka one more time. He tried to ignore it, but second by second the desire got stronger.

"Talk to her one more time. You two might lose touch again if you don't!" His heart spoke to him.

Soul rolled his eyes and gave in. Turning around he jogged right back over to Maka after she walked in her apartment.

"Maka!" he called out.

Maka was about to shut her door but she stopped herself when she heard Soul call her name. She opened the door out again and saw him walking up to her. "Yes, Soul? Is there something you need?"

Soul looked in her eyes, her green pupils shined due to the reflection of the bright stars. The falling moonlight highlighted her bare face, giving her this vulnerable expression. Soul blushed a little as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Would you like to go out for lunch or dinner sometime? Or it could be breakfast, it really doesn't matter." Soul asked.

Maka stared at him for a moment before giving him a sweet smile.

"Sure, I'd love to."

Soul nervousness when away after hearing her answer. He relaxed his posture and formed a small smirk. "Cool."

Maka's eyes softened as she looked deep in his eyes. "Cool..."

After he told her a more proper goodbye and left, she shut her front door behind her. She stood there for a moment and slid her back against the door. Maka's cheeks felt warm and her heart was fluttering a little. She doesn't really know why her heart is so excited but she ignored it as she smiled cheek to cheek. After calming herself down, she took out her phone out to check the time.

2:59 A.M.

That's it guys! I hope you all enjoyed this theme for today. Thank you so much for reading and if you like my works so far please favorite, follow, and review, I would really appreciate it.

Day 1 complete!

I will try to update on the respective days and on time but no promises. I'm busy with school work and have to edit the rest of the themes for SoMa Week so I will try my very best.

Alright, this is goodbye for today. Happy SoMa Week for you all! :)

"What the world really needs is more love and less paperwork." - Pearl Bailey

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