Maka's POV:

"Let the games begin." Liz stated devilishly. "First game. Truth or Dare...Liz Thompson style." This game hasn't been given a reputation yet so no one knew what to expect.

"What do you mean, 'Liz Thompson' style?" Soul asks nervously. I catch his side-glance at me and we both look horribly afraid.

"Well, I made a few alterations to the original rules. 1. There is NO chickening out. You must complete all truths and/or dares." She sounded almost formal and sophisticated as if she were reciting a court document. "2. We play in teams. Whatever question is asked, or dare is given, the whole team must oblige." She pauses to smirk at all of us. My face is scrunched up as I try to figure out why she is doing this. Then she states the last twist. "3. The oldest person on the losing team must take the other teammates out on a date...in nothing but their underwear." Everyone's face went red. Including Soul's. I have a feeling that he is thinking of this morning. It was only a simple mistake but he was horribly embarrassed. It was almost cute.

"So, the teams are Soul and Maka. Tsubaki and Black*Star. And Me and Kid." Liz smiles sweetly as if nothing even phases her. She is so nice sometimes...but other times she's like this.

"What about Patty?" Kid points out.

"Well, Kid. Have you met me? I'm Elizabeth Thompson." She held out her hand and looked at us as if that explained everything. She paused to see if anyone would understand. "No way in hell am I letting my sister play these kinds of games!"

"Liz...that scares the living shit out of me. What kind of games are these if Patty can't even play them?" Soul points out. The only reaction was a slight roll of the eyes.

"Calm your nerves! Anyway, Tsubaki and Black*Star can start." It started with Black*Star daring Liz and Kid to trade clothes for the rest of the game. It was hilarious watching Kid come out of the bedroom in Liz's crop-top and shorts. Liz was just wearing Kid's black t-shirt and pants. I laughed so hard I cried and fell over onto Soul's lap. Both of us still laughing.

"Wow, Kid...You... have a... nice figure." Black*Star managed to wheeze out through fits of laughter.

"Shut. Up. Before. I. Kill. You." Kid said with the biggest death-glare I have ever seen. I could've sworn that his eyes turned red out of pure anger. "Maka and Soul. Truth or Dare?" I looked at Soul nervously. He pulls me to the side.

"What should we do?" He asks.

"I honestly don't know. What one do you think would be worse?"

"Well, I don't want to end up wearing your clothes. But I have a feeling that the truths are ten times worse than the dares."

"So...truth?" I ask to reassure.

"Yes." He pulls back into the group. "Well, we choose dare."

"Perfect. I dare you two to dance at tomorrow." Liz smiled demonically. I hate her right now. She knows I've never dated anyone let alone dance with them! I don't even know how to dance. I used to. Before my father made an ass of himself, and we were still a family, I would stand on his shoes and he would dance, with me following his feet. Or sometimes he would pick me up and swing me around to older songs that he listened to. Why? Why did he have to screw up everything he had?

"N-No way!" I stammered.

"Uh-Uh-Uh!" Liz says while shaking her index finger to elaborate her syllables. "What was rule number 1?" She pauses and points the same finger at my nose, making me go slightly cross-eyed. I heard Soul chuckle at my face. "Absolutely NO chickening out! Besides, you just went out and bought a beautiful dress with gorgeous shoes! Don't let them go to waste. At least dance with Soul!"

"Nope! Besides, by the way he hits on girls, he should be able to find someone else to dance with! So he won't need me." I stated proudly. Who would dance with me anyway?

"Hey! Don't be so quick to judge me!" Soul says defensively.

"Oh please. All men are the same. All of you. The first thing you did when you met me was hit on me. How do I know that you don't have a girlfriend back home? I don't know you. So I will say again...All men are the same." I felt the tears start to rise as I thought of Mama and how she was crushed by Papa. Damn men. I hate every single one. Especially Papa. I had to leave. I had to before I punched someone. I quickly stood up and walked out the front door. I didn't know where I was going considering I lived there but I just got up and left. Before noticing...I had made it to the park and sat down on the one of the swings. All I could do was listen to music. Some feel-good music I guess. (A/N: Song is "Be Okay- Oh Honey" and don't own anything...including Soul Eater *cries furiously*)

"Can't complain about much these days. I believe it will be okay." I was able to sing out through all of the sobbing. I continued the song only to end up crying harder. How do I know that it will be okay? No one knows that. I mumbled the rest of the song through spurts of tears and hiccuping.

"You should sing louder. Believe it or not, you're a really good singer." I look up to see Soul sitting on the swing at the opposite end. "Am I really that bad? Do you hate me this much?" He asked. I'll admit that this wasn't entirely fair to him. I wasn't here totally because of him. He wasn't the complete reason I was sitting alone on the swings. Well...almost alone.

"No. I-"

"Listen, Bookworm. I know that it wasn't fair to hit on you like that. I'll be honest with you. At first, I tried to get you to fall for me just for the sake of confidence. I didn't do for something perverted or anything...I just wanted to for the pride and accomplishment. But I VERY quickly realized that it wasn't going to work. I couldn't do that. It wasn't fair to you. So...I fully and solemnly swear that I won't hit on you for anything perverted or meaningless." His face is twelve different shades of red.

"Well, Soul..If you would've let me speak then I would've told you that it wasn't 100% your fault, dumbass." I looked at him with tears blurring my vision. "But thank you."

"Then what wa-"

"That's a conversation for another day. Okay?" I wasn't ready to say anything. He nodded and slowly got up off the swing. Time to be alone again.

"Well then. C'mon" He holds out a soft hand towards me. I let it sit for a while.

"I don't want to go home Soul. Everyone is there."

"Who said we were going anywhere? C'mon. Stand up." He grabs my hand and pulls me off the swing. He pulls out one of my earbuds and take my phone out of my hand, searching for a song. Obviously he found one and places it back in my hand and the earbud he just pulled out of my ear is now placed in his. Gently, he puts one hand into mine and his other around my waist after setting my free hand on his shoulder.

"W-What are you doing?" I ask nervously. I can feel my face tint a slight pink.

"We are going to dance. And sing." He smirks and starts the song.

"You fascinated me, cloaked in shadows and secrecy.

The beauty of a broken angel.

I ventured carefully, afraid of what you thought I'd be.

But pretty soon I was entangled.

You take me by the hand.

I question who I am." It took me a little but I realized that Soul was the only one singing.I figured I could do the chorus. I knew this song off by heart anyway.

"Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win.

You're my mortal flaw, and I'm your fatal sin.

Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin.

Put me to the test, I'll prove that I am strong.

Won't let myself believe that what we feel is wrong.

I finally see what you knew was inside me all along.

That behind this soft exterior...lies a warrior." We slowly moved to the pace of the song. We stopped singing after the chorus but we definitely both felt the music. Is it possible? It there a soft side to Soul Evans? (A/N: This song is "Warrior- Beth Crowley" and again...I own nothing. P.S. This song is from the Mortal Instruments Soundtrack :) )

"Here, How about we go to Tsubaki and Black*Star place for the night and the rest of 'em can stay at our place?" He suggests kindly. I nod slowly and breakaway from him as the songs ends. "Oh and Maka?" I turn to face him. "I promise."

"Promise what?"

"I promise that I don't have a girlfriend back home. If I did, you'd think that I would go back for her? Wouldn't you?"

"What do you mean? Aren't you going back?" I ask him.

"No. I can't. I'm just going to find a place to live permanently and maybe attend the DWMA." He's not looking up at me anymore. He is just staring at his shoes. What was so horrible that he wouldn't want to go back? "Anyway. Lets go. I already got the okay from Tsubaki." All I could do was nod. I didn't know what to say. Here stands a man who actually came out to help me.

"Th-Thank you. Soul. Thank you." I managed to spit out.

"It's no problem really. Why are you acting like no one has ever helped you? You have great friends. They would definitely help you." He stopped walking towards the street and turned to face me. "Wait. You don't tell them when you need help. Do you?" Damnit. He hit it straight on. I don't tell anyone when I need help. "Look. I don't know why you have trust issues, but these people actually care about you, so don't shut them out completely. Promise?"

I smiled for the first time since I left the house. "Promise."

We made it half-way to Tsubaki and Black*Stars apartment before I suddenly realized something and stopped dead in my tracks.

"Maka! What is it?" Soul turned around and put both of his hands on my shoulders.

"S-Soul. Tsubaki's and Black*Star apartment only has one bedroom." He looked like he was trying to process what I just said. "And that means..." I waited a while before it clicked in his mind.

"One bed." He said slowly. "Shit. Shit. Shit. I should have known that! Alright. I'll sleep on the couch." He continued. His white hair was slowly bowing on his face. The reflection of the moon was glistening in his eyes.

"Like hell! It's my fault you had to leave the party anyway. I'll sleep on the couch. You don't even have to stay at Tsubaki and Black*Stars! It's no that big of a deal." I didn't want him to miss out because of me. I wasn't that important.

"Would you stop talking about yourself like your a burden? I chose to leave! AND I choose to stay tonight to make sure you're okay." His voice raised a little and he stood up straighter. "Now, lets go!" He grabbed my hand and walked faster and faster to our friends apartment.

"Fine." I said later. "But I'm still sleeping on the couch." I said with a mocking smile on my face.

"No way. I refuse to sleep on the bed! It's either the couch, or the floor!" This means war. And Maka Albarn always wins her wars.

"Fine! Take the couch. But then I refuse to take the bed. So it had been pre-determined that Soul Evans gets the couch...and Maka Albarn gets the floor. Case. Closed." I laughed at his stunned face. Every time he would try to object I would interrupt him with a series of 'Nope' 'Uh-uh' 'don't think so' or 'Shut it Albino!'. Finally he gave in. Like I said. Maka Albarn...always wins her wars.

We made it home safely and right away Soul flopped onto the couch. I took the chance to go and find some blankets. After finding some really fluffy ones I strolled out back to the living room, only to find Soul fast asleep. I placed a brown blanket over his lower-half of his body and lay down on the floor next to the couch. Frankly, because there wasn't much floor space anywhere else. It wasn't a very big apartment. I had alot to think about but now wasn't the time. And honestly, I don't know if there even is a right time. I don't know whats going to happen in the future and that scares the living shit out of me, but I have certain friends who are there to help me. I realize that now. And not only do I have my friends...but I have Soul.

And that is a pretty damn good thing to have right now.

"...Goodnight...Soul" I said right before the darkness of the night consumed me, and I fell into a deep sleep.

"...Goodnight Maka."