Hi! This is my first fanfic so please try to whip my story into shape! Any comments are accepted!

Don't really know why i chose soul eater as my first fanfic this just popped into my head so maddeningly i just couldny get it out but the part in the beginning about blair is unimportant. just opening up. okay ... STARTO!

btw

SLANTY= dream/thought

BOLD= boldly said or thought

Maka's POV

I flopped down onto my bed. We had off from school so I was home with Blair and Soul. Pretty soon Blair got bored and dragged me and Soul to the worst lingerie stores saying 'I need a second opinion'. I counted 11 nosebleeds from Soul, 16 Maka-chops to Blair and 9 lingerie stores. Ugh. That girl or cat or whatever she was got on my nerves. Not only was she constantly harassing Soul but she was absolutely useless around the house.

I heard the phone ringing and dragged myself out of bed to pick it up. I brought the phone up to my ear.

"Hello, Maka! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" A feminine voice boomed in my ear. I pulled the phone away. I only knew one girl who would speak that loud.

"Seriously, Patty, I'm not deaf!" I retorted into the phone. Although I might be now...

"Yeah, whatever. Did you know-" There was a pause for a second and shouting in the background. I sweatdropped.

"Ahem, terribly sorry about Patty. We just called to inform you of a formal party for the students at DMWA tomorrow night at 7 p.m." a different, masculine voice explained.

"Polite as ever, Kid. Sure, I'll let Soul know."

"Great. REMEMBER THAT YOUR DRESS HAS TO BE SYMETRICAL!" With that, he hung up.

I retreated back into my room. I laid down on my bed and sighed. I brought my pillow up to my face. I had come up with a new problem this year. I rolled over. Sheesh, this problem has got to stop. I think I've developed feelings for Kid. Yes, Death The Kid. The polite, OCD Death The Kid. Even worse, I think I've also developed feelings for Soul. I could feel my cheeks warm up as usual as I pondered my odd problem. I didn't want to fall for 1 person, let alone 2 people who happened to be my weapon and a symetry-obsessed meister, I just... did. As much as I tried to deny it, I did.

I needed a shower.

Just as I guessed, the warm water cleared my mind and I temporarily forgot my problem. I stepped out in a couple minutes and wrapped a towel around myself. Just as I was about to open the door, my problem came rushing back to me. I could feel my face flush as the thought dawned on me that in order to get back to my room, I would need to go through the living room where Soul was probably watching TV. A month ago this wouldn't bother me, but now...

Just calm down, Maka. You can't stay cooped up in the bathroom forever and plus you know he won't overreact. He doesn't think of you that way. I reassured myself.

I gathered up my courage and pushed open the door. There was Soul, on the couch, his ruby eyes trained on the TV. I could hear my heart racing as I walked as naturally as I could back to my room.

"Oi, Maka" I froze, feeling my heart beat faster. I turned around.

"Yes?" I said, fighting a waver in my voice.

"I heard the phone ringing earlier, who called?" Soul asked.

"Kid. We're going to a DMWA party tommorow at 7 pm." I answered, surprised it didn't come out as an incoherent jumble of sounds.

I knew I was overreacting. Nobody needed to tell me that. It was just my brain being so worried. Then again, here I was, standing in just a towel in front of a boy I liked. I hurried into my room and quickly shut the door. I leaned against the wall. What a problem I've gotten into.

So? How was it so far? Sorry if Maka seemed a little OOC... I'll have a Kid scene next chapter... ugh. Trust me, it's important that she likes kid. also sorry for the shortness. Give me your honest opinion. ~^-^~

Please R&R!