Disclaimer: These lyrics and the song and concept goes to the members of Fall Out Boy, and the wonderful Soul Eater, create by Atsushi Ohkubo

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me
By: Fall Out Boy

Soul sat on the front porch steps of her father's house. He had just tried to confess his love for Maka, after many, MANY failed attempts. He had just gotten so afraid of rejection, that she would laugh in his face. That he wouldn't be enough, that he would get what he got from his parents from her. They had been close for a long time, as his love for her had finally grown big enough. He was still afraid though, even when Black*Star would tell him over and over again, "Just kiss her, kiss her!"

She had given him so many chances to do it, to say the words he needed to say. He suspected she had liked him too. Why didn't I just tell her the first time? He wondered to himself.

He had came driving up to the house, running up to the door and pounding on it, with the intent of finally telling Maka how he felt. He heard steps coming towards it so he had stepped back, waiting for the girl he loved to come out. But, he was welcomed by another guy around his height, with shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Soul looked up and down this boy's body, no shirt and low riding jeans showing the top edge of his boxers. Fuming, blood temperature rising, he spoke through his razor sharp teeth, "Where's Maka?"

"Oh," said the blonde dude standing in the doorway, "she's in the kitchen right now."

Then, a heavenly voice he recognised all to well rang out from the inside of the house, "Hiro! Darling, who's at the door?"

DARLING?! Though it was difficult, he held in his anger, his face turning red with frustration.

"Just some weird albino dude. What do you want me to do?" There was no response, then some clattering and pattering feet a few seconds later and the face that matched the heavenly voice appeared in the doorway, hair mostly down, half of it up into one thin ponytail at the back of her head. A pair of red pajama shorts and a black oversized shirt Soul had registered as his own adorned her long slender body, finishing it off with the fluffy pink and white bunny slippers Tsubaki had gotten her for her birthday.

"Soul! W-what are you doing here?" She seemed nervous, but relaxed right after she spoke. Soul just looked back and forth between Maka and the guy named Hiro, and she understood. "Hiro, can you go back into the kitchen so I can talk to Soul?" She grabbed the door and stepped outside, closing it with an "Alright." from Hiro. She turned towards Soul, who was seething with rage on the inside, but straight- faced on the outside.

"So you've met Hiro..." She trailed off at the end, letting Soul know that she hadn't expected him to come over anytime soon.

"Yeah." He replied coldly, looking her straight in the eyes. There was hurt in those bright crimson orbs that stared at her, and sadness in the emerald ones that stared at him.

"I-I didn't expect you to find out like this, Soul." She messed with the bottom hem of her shorts, taking a loose string and twirling it around her finger.

He snapped. "REALLY MAKA?! AN ASSHOLE LIKE THAT? REALLY?!" She was that one girl all those boys liked, the girl that could do no wrong, and did everything the right way, and knowing that he hadn't gotten her made him sad, exhausted, and angry at the same time.

"WHY ARE YELLING AT ME SOUL?! THIS DOESN'T INVOLVE YOU AT ALL!" She shot right back at him.

"YES IT DOES MAKA, you KNOW how much I liked you..." His voice drifted out like her's had earlier, realizing that she, in fact, didn't know how much he liked her. Great. This was the perfect way to confess your feelings, in the middle of a fight about something that really, he admitted later, actually didn't have anything to do with him.

Soul looked up at Maka's face then, her eyes reflecting surprise, happiness, regret, and sadness, all mixed with a good dose of anger in the middle. She clutched her hands at put them to her sides, taking her gaze from his eyes to stare at her feet. Her body shook with tears, and Soul stared down at her, feeling guilty, wanting to just take her into his arms and whisk her away, even if he was the source of those sad feelings.

"I gave you... I gave you so... so many... so many chances... you... you never did... did ANYTHING!" She ended the sentence with the screaming of the last word, her head shooting up, looking him right in the pupils of his eyes, tears streaming down under hers.

"Maka... I-" He was surprised. She actually shared those feelings? She wouldn't have rejected him viciously and made his heart break like it did when she spoke her next words.

"Whatever Soul. You had your chances, and you didn't take them. You were too late Soul." She turned away, towards the door, and he reached out to grab her by the arm.

"Maka... Please... I messed up, I'm sorry..." He looked right through her eyes now, like he was looking into her heart. "And before you leave to go with the douche waiting in there for you, I just want to say that I don't blame you for being you and moving on, but please don't blame me for hating it. Maka, I-"

He was cut off then, by her scarily deep voice, the kind you would never expect or want to hear come out of her mouth, "Soul, why don't you just drop dead?" Shaking his now loose grip from her arm and retreated inside, leaving him out in the dark to revel in her words.

And that's where he was now, dying of heartbreak on her front porch. He decided one thing then and there:

He's going to set his clocks early, cause apparently, he's always too late.


Soooo... I've been mulling over things like this, sorry it's so sad, I'm just going to update whenever I get an idea, or if you have an idea for a song, just go ahead and review. I think I started myself off with too much, being a beginner and starting off with two full stories... xD that's just busy bee me, along with two projects due next week and my birthday coming up, I'm pushing myself a little too much... *sigh* That's the Maka part of me shining in all it's glory! Alright, I love you followers and reviewers and favoriters! Write you later! - Ms. Square