Soul POV
It's hard not to wonder what she spends all day writing, I mean does she write about me... Wait. Stop... I can't think like that... It wouldn't be cool of me.
Maka and I walked out the door and we both climbed on my bike ready to go.I climbed on first and then Maka followed, I felt her arms wrap around my waist just as we were about to take off. Nothing was unusual we did this all the time but today the pit of my stomach dropped. And that was simply not cool...
