? hello fellow readers! how r ya?

well anyway, I've been VERY VERY VERYVERYVERY busy lately *sighs*

sadness...

well I hope u like this story!

DiScLaImEr: it should be pretty obvious that I DONT own Soul Eater...otherwise things would be much different than how it is now

*ps: this story is based off the song "Can't Stop" by Maroon 5

Can't Stop

SOUL'S POV

"Maka?"

She jumped, startled, then turned around. I continued to stare at her; she looked like she was going out somewhere. Like a club or something...

She had a pair of black skinny jeans that fit her very snugly, hugging her slim legs and sitting low on her hips. Instead of her combat boots, she had on a pair of black converse sneakers, laces barely visible since they, too, were black. Her shirt was a tight spaghetti top (and yes, it's black), and it made her chest much more appealing, making the small mounds more visible and easy to make out (yeah, so? I'm a guy! Of course I'd look! It's not like she's unattractive or anything...) It also showed some of the bare skin of her stomach, her belly button appearing smack-dab in the middle.

"What are you doing up?" She asked, surprised at having been caught.

"I should ask you the same thing," I countered, crossing my arms. "Where do you think you're going?"

She glanced at the door, then me, then the door again, then me. "Um," she began, "well, I was just going out for a walk. I can't sleep, so—"

"—So that's why you've been sleeping so much lately!" I said, and stood still in thought for a moment. I scratched the back of my head before speaking again, clearing my throat as well. "So, where have you been going, then?"

"Nowhere in particular. I mean, it's not like I go to some sort of bar or whatever, you know?" She laughed nervously, twirling one of pigtails with her finger. Damn, I hate it when she does that. It's so freakin' adorable when she plays with her hair like that—

'UNCOOL, man. UNCOOL. Get yourself together.'

"Oh, really? Hmm, yeah, and that's totally why you've been having hangovers for the past month or so. Also, your grades are slipping. Not too much, just a little."

She stared at me, wide-eyed. "You keep track of my grades?"

I ignored the question, moving towards her. Then I began to slowly walk around her in a small circle. "Is there any specific reason as to why you're going every night?"

"N-no, why?"

"Is there a guy involved?"

She sighed angrily and stomped her foot. I love her temper tantrums. They're so cute...

"What the hell, Soul! That's none of you're business! Besides, only an idiot would actually like me—"

'Ouch. That hurt...'

"—I mean, seriously! Even if there was a guy involved, you should be happy! Because then I wouldn't be on your stupid ass every day like I normally am!

'Well, that would be a good thing, I guess...'

"Of course, I think you need someone to constantly be on your stupid ass, since you always seem to cause some sort of trouble. Especially when you're with Black*Star—"

'Yeah, she had a point there...'

"—But why do you care? No one would go for a boring, flat-chested bookworm like me, anyway, cuz' you've made that quite painfully clear. Every. Day."

'Oooooohhh, so that's why she goes out. So that she can get attention.'

I nodded. "Okay. Whatever."

She blinked at me. "Huh?"

"I said okay. You answered my question more than thoroughly, so I accept."

She blinked again before perking up, causing me to frown a bit. "Okay!" She went to her room to find her keys while I went and got dressed quietly, putting on a red t-shirt, a pair of black pants, black and red tennis shoes, and a black jacket.

I waited for the door to open and close, and then I followed her quietly, sticking my hands in my pockets once I was out in the chilly atmosphere.

After walking for about 7 minutes, Maka had turned around to see if she was followed, and groaned when she saw me trailing her. She stopped and waited for me to catch up.

"For fuck's sake, Soul! Why the hell are you following me?!" She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anger.

"Cuz I can. There's no rule that says otherwise."

She scoffed. "Soul, you said it was 'okay' for me to go."

"Yeah, and? I never said I didn't like it. I never said I'd let you go alone. I also never said that—"

"Soul, cut it out. Can't you leave me alone?"

I snorted and walked ahead of her. "Nope." We approached a building with big lit up letters saying "Death Beatz". Two bouncers stood under the doorway; they were big, buff, tall and scary looking dudes.

So she has been going to a club!

But this wasn't just any club. This was "Death Beatz". This club centered around musical talent. And from my knowledge, Maka had none. Nada. Zip.

But then again, she's always full of surprises...

"—Well?" Maka's voice shook me out of my thoughts. She was standing by the front doors in front of the bouncers, and I narrowed my eyes at them, noticing that their eyes were a liiiittle too low for my comfort. I walked up and grabbed her hand, stormed past the guards, and gave them a small grin, wide enough to show my shark-like teeth. They cringed slightly, and I chuckled in satisfaction.

"What's so funny?" Maka asked, trying not to trip and fall as I dragged her farther away from the perverted guards.

"I never knew you liked music, Maka," I said, smiling to myself. She really did surprise me sometimes…

"Of course I do! It's just that I don't constantly listen to classical or jazz all the time like you do."

"Hey, I listen to other music too, you know!"

"Uh huh sure you do," she said, unconvinced.

I grinned wickedly and spun her around, then pinned her against a wall. She gasped at the closeness, and began to blush a dark pink, slowly turning into red.

I leaned in until our noses were touching. "Have you ever heard me sing before?" She continued to stare at me, but then I noticed how she would constantly look at my lips. I smirked. She is so clueless—her ranting back at the apartment was not only unnecessary, but quite disturbing. I only said those things to make sure she didn't get with anyone (well, except for me, of course). But I never realized how she took it to heart. I mean, seriously! She has no idea what she does to me...

My issue is that God, or who/whatever, gave men a brain and a dick, but only enough blood to run one at a time.

Sometimes, I think that the universe loves laughing at our stupidity.

Well, there is one thing I can do for her. I can—

"Oooooh I love this song!" Suddenly, she's gone and is dragging me by the wrist into the crowd. I stumbled a few times, and then bumped into her when she stopped in the center of the dance floor.

And that's when my eyes froze on her.

(Can't Stop, by Maroon 5)

All alone in my room, think of you

At a rate that is truly alarming

I keep looping my memories of you in my head

I pretend that you want me

Her body was moving smoothly, no mistake in any of her movements.

And I fall asleep

And dream of alternate realities

And I put myself at ease

By pretending that she still loves me

Her hips moved fluidly to the beat, her hands moving over her body. Everyone else on the dance floor stopped to cheer her on, calling out her name. "MAKA! MAKA! MAKA!" And that was when I realized her talent—

She was a dancer.

And I can't stop thinking about you

And I can't stop thinking about you

And you never could or would do what I do

And I can't stop thinking about your love

I felt dizzy, realizing it was because my little "friend down town" (haha get it?) decided to do all the thinking for me.

Can't believe I could think that she would

Just follow me everywhere I go

I just wrestle with you in my dreams

And wake up making love to a pillow

I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. I felt her jump, but she relaxed as I rolled my hips with hers. The crowd grew louder with anticipation.

And I fall asleep

And dream of alternate realities

And I put myself at ease

By pretending that she still loves me

I began to run my hands up and down her sides as we moved together, breathing on her neck and placing small kisses along her throat.

And I can't stop thinking about you

And I can't stop thinking about you

You never could or would do what I do

And I can't stop and I can't stop

Her hands came up behind her head, sliding down my damp face. Her head turned slightly, just enough to rest a cheek on my chest.

What I would give to have you look in my direction?

And I'd give my life to somehow attract your attention

I took her hands and spun her around so she was facing me. When she saw who it was, her eyes widened in shock.

And I touch myself like it's somebody else

Thoughts of you attached to, on my mind, let me show you

I knew she was mad; she thought it as a prank. So as torture, she began to dance around me. Extremely close.

I can't stop thinking about you

And I can't stop thinking about you

And you never could or would do what I do

And I can't stop thinking about you

She placed her hands on my chest, still moving against my body while staring into my eyes. I tried to hide a smile; she had just challenged me. I took her hands and spun her around so that she was encased in my arms.

And I can't stop thinking about you

I can't stop thinking about you

And you never could or would do what I do

I can't stop thinking about you

Just as the song ended, I had spun her again and then pulled her down parallel to the floor as my hand rested on the center of her back for support. The crowd went completely wild, cheering and whistling. We were both panting from exertion. I pulled her up and dragged her behind me towards the back of the club.

"H-hey! Soul, lemme go! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Shut up, Maka," I growled. If she didn't shut up right now, I swear to god I'll just do her on the spot. I could feel my dick throbbing painfully in anticipation.

"No, I won't! What, are you mad that I finally found something that I'm good at?! Just because I'm a boring, flat-chested bookworm doesn't mean tha—" I silenced her by pinning her against the wall, smashing my lips onto hers. She froze, unsure. I eased up on the kiss, softening it up to assure her that I meant to do what I was doing.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as she began to kiss me back, then her hands began to knot themselves into my hair. I placed my hands on her hips, then slowly crept them under her tank-top. She moaned at the sudden contact, and I swear that her voice was the BEST music I have ever heard in my life. I pulled her leg up to my waist, making small circles on her thigh with my thumb. She brought her other leg up, so I leaned her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around my waist. I moved my hands to cup her ass, and her breath hitched. "S-Soul—"

I hummed against her neck in acknowledgement, placing kisses wherever I could, leaving a dark bite mark every few seconds.

She pushed me away slightly, looking into my eyes. "Can we go home?"

I looked at her for a few seconds before realizing what she was really asking for. I smiled, placing a hand on her cheek, my thumb tracing her lips. "Yeah, let's go home, Maka." She covered my hand with hers, and leaned in for another kiss. This one was more gentle; there was more feeling in it than lust. We broke apart, our foreheads touching. It was then that I decided to tell her. I wanted to tell her what I've been feeling for a long time, but just never found the right time to do it. But that time was now.

"Maka?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

She froze for a second before smiling brightly, tears escaping her emerald eyes. "I love you, too, Soul."

yeah yeah I know, it's a bit on the cheesy side.

GOOD THING I LIKE CHEESE!

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