Summary-~-When Maka realizes that she loves Soul, she confesses to him, but he said he doesn't like her that way. But when Maka suddenly gets amnesia and can't remember Soul, will he finally realize what he's lost?

A/N—Well. This is my first ever fanfic. I hope it doesn't suck… And if it does, please tell me. There's only so much spell check can do.

Chapter one- Streetlamps

Maka was lying in her bed at about eleven at night. Even though she knew sleep was evading her for a reason, she still tried to block out the person who was clouding her mind.

Soul Eater Evans.

She shivered. His name could rock tremors through her body, though not in fear. Something foreign was creeping into Maka, and she couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. She then thought of how love struck people thought, acted, and moved. Memories of clumsiness, blushing faces, and people cuddling flooded in.

No. It was a bad thing. Very, very bad. No one in their right mind should ever look like that intentionally.

She shook her head quickly, trying to physically shoo her thoughts away.

But his face kept coming back; his smiling one, his angry one, his 'cool' one….

Her mind's eye looked at those faces, settling on one feature at a time- his eyes, which pooled like blood, his hair, white as snow and gravity defying, his skin, slightly tanned and callused, and then to his lips.

She blushed madly as she fully took in his lips. Her head was not a good place to be at the current time. Her brain shorted out for a minute and her head spun, trying to make sense of what was happening to it. I can't be the first person that this has happened to, she thought, diving deeper into the covers of her bed.

Steam was practically coming out of her head with the way her face was flushing. It was as if she had a fever.

Yeah, sure, a fever. Don't they have a specific name for this kind? Spring fever, maybe. With the way I'm blushing, it might as well be Scarlet fever, for God's sake. Get it together, Maka!, she told herself fervently. She couldn't deal with this any longer. She forced herself out of her comfortable position, and with protest from the bed with a semi-loud creak, she got up and out of her room, searching aimlessly through the dark to find the bathroom. She flipped the light switch, causing her to squint at the brightness of the horrible lightbulb. She opened the cabinet next to the mirror which kept all the medicine and drugs of different kinds. She took out the Nyquil, guzzled about a third of the bottle, and set it back down. She needed to invest in some sleeping pills other than those books that sat on her massive bookshelf. Although not one of them ever acquired dust, she started to doubt if she really needed that many. She screwed the cap back on and gently put it back in its place next to all the other remedies. Its effects were already starting to hit her; either that, or her fatigue had caught up with her the minute she got up.

She shakily moved through the hallway back to her bedroom. This time, there were no thoughts about Soul. No idiotic revelations about just how much she liked him, or his face, or his lips. One embarrassing thought process was enough for Maka. Instead, did something much, much worse.

She dreamt of him.

Maka was on a swing set, half-heartedly pushing her legs this way and that to try and get leverage, but her eyes stayed on the ground of the playground. She was too old for this, but she needed the comfort of a familiar sight to not just huddle up in a ball somewhere.

Her mom had just died in a plane accident. And what was worse, her mother had been coming to see her. After the divorce, Maka's mom had moved away to Mexico- a foreign, exotic place where she could forget about Spirit and all the wrongdoings of her past husband. She had wanted a fresh start, so she had packed her bags, running off into the black abyss of the unknown and the thrill of adventure that family life had denied her. But Maka, her child, was left high and dry in the midst of Kami's departure. Kami felt bad and decided to visit her child after almost a decade of postcards and souvenirs. Kami's plane didn't have enough fuel for the way to Death City, and bam, there went her mother. Maka was hit with the news almost a day after the plane crashed to the earth and took her mom away from her. She was told in class via a paper note saying that her mom was no longer amongst the living. Her eyes didn't look the same after the troubling note; they took on a glassy attribute that Soul noticed quickly. She didn't seem to hear the lesson in class- she didn't seem to be hearing at all- and she left the classroom slowly, trudging her feet as if they didn't want to comply with the neurons that were firing. Her whole face screamed "I'm not well. At all." Even the way she said "I'm fine" didn't even sound fine.

She didn't go home after that, and Soul followed her in stealth in fear she might jump in front of a train or something. This was her mom they were talking about, the one Maka looked up to, the one that chased away the monsters at night, the one who Maka worshipped and the sole reason she hated her father. When Maka sat on the swings, looking like that, Soul couldn't help but come over to her.

"You alright?"

Maka looked up to find Soul hovering over her with a concerned expression on his face. "….. Honestly? Hell no, Soul. Do I look alright to you?"

He paused. "…. Honestly? Hell no."

She tried to smile-she was truly amused- but it came out as a grimace, as some smiles did. She frowned even more so when she realized that when she tried to smile it came out a scowl. She stared up at Soul, into his deep red eyes that seemed to say something more when no words were spoken.

He unexpectedly gave her a small smile of his own. He looked as if he couldn't bear to see his this way, and for some reason, she was happy about that. Back then, she didn't know what this feeling was. She knew now.

"C'mon, Maka. I want to cheer you up, but with you looking so glum, it's got me down too. What can I say to make you feel better?"

She was surprised at this. She thought that the most that she would get out of this was maybe "Maka! This so isn't cool. Let's go home." She should've known better. He was her partner, the other half of her soul, and the only one who knew her better than she probably knew the back of her hand.

She thought of things that would cheer her up. A unicorn kicking her Papa over a bridge over a waterfall? Maybe in different circumstances, but not today. Kid with his toilet paper purposely not put in a triangle and his pictures half an inch tilted? Maybe, but not today. She finally thought of something.

"Soul?"
"Yeah?"

"I want you to watch a reality T.V. show of your choice all the way through for an hour." She grinned wider than the Cheshire Cat.

His eyes widened like he just saw a crime scene. By the look in his eyes, it must have been a bad one. Horrible. Blood splattered everywhere, heart cut out, eyes gouged out of their proper sockets. He then had another wave of it, like the crime scene just got worse- he was probably imagining Snookie in a bar or someone saying "OH NO HE'S MY MAN, BACK OFF, BITCHES!"

"Not just no, but HELL NO!"

She snickered to herself. She had just wanted to see Soul's terrified face.

"You know, Soul, you're kinda cute. In a badass, 'I'm cool and I know it' death scythe of doom kinda way."

"I'm glad you added the death scythe of doom part, or I might have had to have your head examined."

"I know you would have."

Their playful banter continued all the way to her apartment. Soul took her to her door and with a goodbye and advise that jumping in front of trains can be harmful to your health, he left.

Maka woke to the sound of the most annoying alarm clock on the face of the earth. It was an alarm clock that beeped softly and slowly at first, and as more time passed, it got louder and the beeps picked up in tempo. It went kind of like "beep beep beep Beep Beep Beep BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP".

Needless to say, if it had a heartbeat, she would've smothered it a long time ago.

She could only vaguely remember her dream now that the alarm had pissed her off. It was enough to piss her off even more. She could remember that it was a good dream, just not what it was about. If the alarm clock wasn't so successful in getting her up every morning, she would've thrown it in the Pacific Ocean, attached a dumbbell to it, and watch the crappy piece of machinery drown.

No, she wouldn't do that. It'd be a waste of a dumbbell. Maybe a rock.

Now that she was fully awake, she looked at her alarm clock just in case she slept through it the first time it ran through. (If you didn't turn it off on the first time it went off, it just played again in twenty more minutes, but how anyone can sleep through the first round, she was mystified.) It was seven o'clock sharp, giving her enough time to put on some flip flops and run through her apartment complex's roof. It was about to be light outside, and she always woke up nice and early to watch something happen that you could only see on the roof, high above all the houses in Death City, and she liked to imagine that when she was up here she was taller than life itself.

The air was a bit brisk this early in the morning. She shivered and cursed at herself to bring a jacket next time, like the time before this, and the time before that, and the time before that. She looked out over the entire city. Good. The street lights were still on.

Her nose was starting to run, and her ears were freezing even with her hair down. She had a feeling that if she looked in a mirror, her lips would be an unnatural purplish hue. The sun started to show its still snoring face. It wouldn't be long now.

As if to signal the lamps herself, Maka added in a small voice, "And five-and-six-and-seven-and-eight…"

Then, one by one, the streetlamps turned off in a chain reaction. One went off, then another, then another, and so on and so forth. Only when all the street lights were turned off that Maka smiled a tiny smile. She never had a day when she went up here and didn't smile after seeing that. Even on the worst of days, after her mother died, after she moved out of her father's house, after anything shitty happened, she could always count on the streetlamps to cheer her up as long as she was willing to be on the roof early. It seemed a fair enough trade.

Deciding that she wanted to keep all ten of her toes, she quickly went back inside to thaw out…

And ran straight into Soul.

Well, yeah, they lived in the same apartments, but why the hell was he up here? He didn't live on this floor. Heck, he didn't even live even close to the top of the building!

"Ow! Watch where you're going, Maka! You just about ran me over!" He clutched his side where Maka had apparently rammed into him. She was almost sorry for him.

"Hey, watch where you're going while you're at it, too! Why are you in the roof access room anyway? You live on the second floor, for God's sake! I didn't think you had it in you to climb stairs", she snapped back at him. Maka really was surprised, though. She was still in her pajamas and her hair was down, and she thought that her face must've been red and raw from being out in the cold, along with her ever-attractive stuffy nose. She didn't think he knew the time seven o'clock. He always looked so tired and fatigued; Maka thought that on a Saturday he would've slept in till noon.

"I'm pulling an all-nighter and wanted to watch the sun rise. A cool guy like me can't afford to sleep; I've gotta keep this is twenty-four seven!" He gestured to himself while beaming a toothy grin that just about stopped her heart. Damn you, Soul Eater Evans, damn you.

She rolled her eyes for effect, trying to show she was unaffected by his charm, when she was actually the one who was affected the most. Out of this whole world, only Maka was charmed like this by an arrogant moron who proclaimed himself as cool at any given time.

"Yeah, sure, Maka. You know you secretly want to be as cool as I am, somewhere deep, DEEP down."

"Oh, so cool guys watch the sun rise? Where was that in the handbook?"

"No, I'm going to be deep today and watch the sun rise. Gotta problem with that, Sergeant Maka?"

"It's General Maka to you, small fry. And the sun has already come up."

"What the? Are you telling me I climbed up all those flights of stairs for nothing?"

"No. Not nothing."

"Then what'd I get? Cause I am pretty sure I didn't get jack."

" You got a nice hit in the stomach to wake you up. Or I could lock you outside in temperatures that would freeze your ass off. Would that be better?"

"….. No, General Maka…" He looked at the ground.

"Good. Nice to know we understand each other." She patted him on the head; his hair went right back up to its usual gravity-defying ways. He narrowed his eyes at that but didn't protest. She smiled at him and started descending down the stairs.

"Hey, Maka?"

"What?"

"…. See you around."

She nodded at him. He then just stood there, still looking at Maka like a lost puppy without its owner. She sighed.

"Do you want to go out and grab some coffee? It's freezing and I think it would do you good to get caffeine in your system if you plan to keep staying up", she said to him. He looked at her with an expression she could quite place.

"Okay. But I'm pretty sure you would need to change first."

Maka had forgotten about that for a second and realized that she was still in her pajamas. Oh. Yeah, she needed to do something about that.

"Alright. I'm gonna go change. Wait for me downstairs, 'Kay?

"Fine with me. Just hurry up. It's not cool to keep people waiting."

She dashed down the stairs, quickly finding her room. She stripped out of her comfy pajamas and into a red turtleneck that clung to her skin, although she was lacking in the bust area. She made up for it in legs, as she tried to show with wearing such short shirts, and she chose some black skinny jeans to go with the shirt. Cold weather was approaching, and when it hit, it hit hard, so you had to be prepared with a giant closet. Maka chose a black jacket that hung loose but kept in warmth for outer wear, and some white gloves. Putting her hair up in her trademark pigtails, she noticed a red scarf draped over a chair next to her desk, and throwing the scarf on, she was looking pretty nice and still did it under five minutes. She grabbed her wallet and made a hasty retreat back to the entrance.

She found Soul with his eyes drooping dangerously on the nearby bench next to the revolving glass doors of the apartment complex. She tapped his forehead in exasperation when he didn't even notice her in front of him. He reluctantly opened his eyes for her.

"On second thought, napping on this bench is sounding better and better by the minute," he started to mumble. Maka dragged him to his feet wordlessly, knowing all too well what would happen when he got outside of the nice and warm apartments.

"GRAAAHHHH!" Soul moaned loudly. His face was hit by a blast of arctic air, instantly zapping him awake and leaving him jumping around as if he had put his hands in an electric socket. He blinked spastically and Maka couldn't help but giggle. She bet that napping on the bench didn't sound so good now. She took his hand, extremely aware of its warmth, and started tugging him along.

While Soul was busy shuddering, Maka was leading him along to a place called 'Uncle Bob's Rumba Coffee!' where Maka had a cappuccino once and just about died and went to heaven. This could get Soul up if the cold air hadn't already done the job.

It was a small place and only served its customers outside. To others, it looked shady and dull. To Maka, it was coffee paradise, even if you had to wait outside to get it. It just added to the high you got when you took a nice, warm sip of it. She could taste it now…

The shop had some chairs and tables outside, and Soul gladly plopped himself down on one, still trying to revive him fingers and urging them with hot breath to turn their rightful colors. Maka pushed a little green glowing button that said press for assistance! Written neatly above it. Maka greeted a tired looking woman who still wore a smile on her face, and Maka was happy to find that the lady had no trouble helping Maka find the cappuccino that she had ordered last time. She ordered a black coffee for Soul, sure that he didn't want some kind of girly drink for himself. He could sugar it if he wanted to, since all table came complete with creamers and marshmallows and sugars for their coffee. Taking the order, Maka threw down the handful of dollar bills it cost to buy, and taking her change, went over to Soul with his coffee in hand. He took the warm drink greedily from her hands.

She could see her breath coming out in puffs of smoke and for a brief second while Soul wasn't looking, she roared like a dragon and made smoke come out of her nose. She stifled her chuckles so he wouldn't be aware of what was going on.

She saw Soul's eyes widen when he drank the coffee, hesitant at first, but then sucked it down after he had decided it was indeed as good as she said it was. She grinned. He saw her smile, and smiled right back at her. This is what they did best, talked without actually talking. There didn't need to be words between them when they understood each other on a soul-deep level.

"Maka, you've been holding out on me. How did you manage to keep this place a secret?"

"Seeing as how it never came up in conversation and you don't wake up this early ever, you didn't make it easy for me."

"Excuses. I need answers, General."

"You just got answers, small fry."

"Now that you mention it, why do you call me small fry? If we were fish, you'd be a guppy and I'd be a Hammerhead. I am leagues taller than you, weird hobbit."

This led on a whole new wave of conversation, ending up with one saying words more powerful than the others, and ending up with them with an index finger's width between their faces. Maka was the first to realize their proximity and flushed crazily. She practically jumped back from him. Soul backed up and awkwardly cleared his throat. They walked back to their apartments in a drawn out silence.

Damn you, Soul Eater Evans, damn you.

I'm about to die. It's one freaking twenty in the morning right now. It's not a good time to be day-tournal like myself, unable to stay up at night without the aid of five hour energy drinks. I'm making grammical errors like crazy and my only savior is spell check.

So…. Did you like it? I'm about to frikkin die, so please leave reviews. This is my first ever fanfic, so be kind to me! I don't know if I suck yet or am awesome! Was this chapter short? Long? I really have no idea since the only think keeping me up right now is the fact that I have to pee.

Review! Review! And review some more! Cuss all you want! Just…. Review… _'' If I don't get reviews I probably won't make another chapter. I never knew it took so much energy! And I am just kinda making this up as I go along. But there will be tons of fluff in the near future, I swear! *dies*

- Nicole, your loveable pillow pet