Another story based off of a song. I'm so original... Demo, this song is so cute I had to write something for it! Not much else to say. So, I don't own Soul Eater or the song "L is for Loser".
His bare feet padded on the sidewalk as he ran to a gray house down the street. The little girl who lived there had moved in just weeks ago. Soul had befriended the pig-tailed girl immediately. Maka was three, and Soul was four. Running to each other's house every day had become routine.
Maka sat on the front porch, waiting for him. "Mama! I'm going to Soul's house, 'kay?" she called into the house. No answer. The little girl took her friend's hand and started walking down the street. "Mama and Papa are fighting again," she muttered. "I don't like it when they fight…"
Soul took the lead. "Don't worry! Forget about them right now! You're with a cool guy like me!" he said, smiling back to her. Suddenly, a low growl stopped them dead in their tracks. The neighbor's gigantic German shepherd emerged from his doghouse. Maka hid behind the boy, shaking with fear. Soul spotted a stick lying nearby and grabbed it. Then, he stood between Maka and the dog. "I'll protect you, Princess!" he called out. She'd always wanted to play a princess and make Soul her knight in shining armor. But he'd always make her play Cowboys and Indians with him.
Soul and the dog became locked in a staring contest, both growling at each other. A few minutes later, the dog lunged at the two and started barking, only held back by the chain attaching him to the doghouse. Soul took Maka's hand and ran a fast as his little legs could carry him.
"You're supposed to fight the dragon!" she complained, following closely behind. They reached Soul's house to find his older brother, Wes, sitting on the porch swing. He watched as Soul threw away the stick, let go of Maka's hand, and blushed simultaneously.
"Having fun, Sir Soul?" Wes asked, winking to his brother. Soul glared at him. The older boy turned to Maka and reached out a hand. "I trust he's treating you well, Princess." The girl blushed and took his hand. He then placed a kiss on her hand and walked into the house.
Maka held her tiny hand to her heart. "I really like Wes…" she whispered. Soul heard her and glared at his feet as he kicked some dirt. The girl saw how upset her comment had made him and walked over to him. "But I like you best," she said, kissing his cheek.
Soul rubbed his face, trying to wipe away the kiss. "Ew! Not cool, Loser!" he yelled, chasing after her. She squealed and ran around the yard to avoid the boy. He finally caught her and a tickle fight began.