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My sneakers squeaked on the tiles outside of his locker, and I nervously shuffled them back and forth. I had run to school early, and almost nobody was inside the DWMA besides a few janitors and freshmen practicing Soul Resonance outside in the yard. I bit my lip and stared at the paper, battling what I should and shouldn't do. What if he rejects me? What if he figures out that I am the one who sent this? I bit my lip so hard, that I thought it would bleed. Damn you Liz!

~Flashback~

"Oai Maka, when are you going to finally tell Soul you like him?" she had casually said last night on the phone.

"EH..!" I had replied; shocked at how she said it so simply. Flustered, I began, "But, no, I-i-don't, I.. uhh.."

"MAKA. Cut the crap would cha'?" Patty's giggles were heard on the other line as well. "Its senior year for crying out loud! Soul has been waiting four freaking years for you to finally ask!" She said bluntly, sounding a bit aggravated. "We all know it, and its time you did something about it. I heard he likes mysterious things." With that, Liz giggled maniacally, her and Patty's laughter ringing in Maka's ears. 'Bout time you did something… four years... he's been waiting… replayed in Maka's head. He couldn't like me… could he?

Maka dwelled on the memories of Soul lately, how his hand would brush hers in everything they did together, like homework and cooking. How when they held hands in Soul Resonance, he would hold hers a little too long afterwards. How everyone would wink at him and tease them both when they would get in tickle fights or would be talking together for a long period of time. She remembered how Soul used to get flustered and called her "flat chested" when they were teased, (which she wasn't at all now), but now he just let it slide, and would get a big stupid grin on his face. His eyes would linger, and he started to compliment her in subtle ways more often. Do I like him? When she remembered that she was talking to Liz on the phone, she called out,

"What do you mean, mysterious?" but she was answered with a dull dial tone, and her own thoughts. She had taken a thirty minute shower afterwards, to clear her thoughts and day dream about him. She had stared off into the wall until she had her answer. She finally knew that after all of that uncertainty, she came to the conclusion that she was in love with him. She knew now, that she had been since she could remember. She remembered his jealous face when any guy tried anything with her, and her own every time he opened his locker to greet "New weapon…please?" letters from fan girls. She pressed her forehead against the wall of the shower and sighed,

"What am I going to do…?" she stepped out of the shower and into the hall to walk into Soul's red face.

"I-i- oh jeez, sorry Maka…" he rubbed his head and turned around from his bright red meister in a towel. She ran into her bedroom and sat against the door. What am I going to do! She pondered for a while until she decided to get dressed and dry her hair. She lay on her carpeted floor, staring at the ceiling. Later she had fallen asleep in her usual green pajamas, but on the floor- where she had been thinking of possible plans. School got out for her in three days, and Soul was already a Death Scythe. She knew they both had to start planning their future soon, and she now knew she wanted him in hers. She fell asleep with her heart beating fast, her mind racing, and Soul's name on her lips.

Maka woke up with a jolt, and realized she was on the floor. What the…? Last night's memories came back, and she flushed red. Soul... she remembered the plan she had come up with in her dreams of her and Soul's happy ending. She ran to her desk, knowing she had a limited amount of time to write it before she had to get ready. She scribbled many notes, and threw plenty away. She finally had the right words to express her feelings. She jammed it into her black jacket pocket, folded and ready.

She was an hour earlier than when she usually got up, so she ran to do her usual morning activities. After she was done, she scribbled another note on the counter, and took off running, her black jacket that kept the secret in its front pocket, trailing behind her.

~Soul's Prov~

I woke up, and rubbed my eyes. Yawning, I got up and pulled my clothes on, since I had taken my shower the night before. I walked past the bathroom, and felt the reminisce of the steam from a hot shower, and the strawberry smell from Maka's shampoo and conditioner. It smelt sweet, and I paused to breathe in the fruity aroma. Sighing, I walked into the kitchen to grab the orange juice, and spotted a note on the counter, written on Maka's special stationary that was custom made to her, embroidered in small green and black flowers. She used it on all our grocery lists, and I could point it out as hers from anywhere. Jotted down on the note was a simple,

Hey Soul,

Sorry- went to school early for a project, also morning run.

Make sure you eat breakfast! See you at school!

Love, Maka

His sharp teeth spread wide, and pulled into a full grin. Maka's handwriting was so damn cute! Why did everything, including Maka, have to be so adorable? He pulled the orange juice out of the fridge, and gulped it down, while thinking of her. When was she going to find out I… love her? Will she even like me back? I mean Kidd is a lot like her, but I know that he and Liz love each other. It's been hard to tell if she even likes me like that, even though everyone else has already paired off, Black *Star and Tsubaki, Kidd and Liz, Patty and Hero… dammit! Soul sat down at the counter, head in his arms, pondering about her feelings.

~Present~

I'm going to do it… I decided. I opened the note that I had picked from my special green and black flowered stationary. I read over the anonymous note, and wondered if he would do what it asked. I wondered if this would be mysterious enough, like Liz said that Soul liked. What if he doesn't like me? But everyone else tells me he does… Black *Star says he talks about me all the time. WHY IS THIS SO CONFUSING? With that, I got an adrenaline surge, and pushed the note through the slits of his locker. I ran to Stein's classroom to read for half an hour, with the thought, What if he doesn't do it? What if he does… and he doesn't even like me? I was so nervous, I couldn't even concentrate on my book, and as students began pouring in, I was checking the door for a familiar white haired red eyed boy.